His Discarded Gem: Shining In The Ruthless Don's Arms

For four years, I traced the bullet scar on Chace’s chest, believing it was proof he would bleed to keep me safe.

On our anniversary, he told me to wear white because "tonight changes everything." I walked into the gala thinking I was getting a ring.

Instead, I stood frozen in the center of the ballroom, drowning in silk, watching him slide his mother's sapphire onto another woman's finger.

Karyn Warren. The daughter of a rival family.

When I begged him with my eyes to claim me, to save me from the public humiliation, he didn't flinch.