Eight Years Beneath His Crown, One Night Beneath His Knife.

On the day I married Dominic Westwood, my mother was killed in a hit-and-run.

The person behind the wheel was Ivy Mercer, the little princess Dominic had raised inside the Westwood Mafia family.

She was the girl everyone in the underground world knew.

The one Dominic had protected with his own hands.

The police released the surveillance footage from the street.

Ivy was driving a black Maybach registered under the Westwood family.

She hit my mother.

But she didn’t stop.

She kept driving, dragging my mother across the road for dozens of kilometers.