His Unwanted Bride, Another Man's Queen

My fiancé, the ruthless Mafia Underboss, tore my dead mother's necklace from my throat and fastened it around another woman's neck.

"Diana needs it," Arthur said, his eyes cold. "My blood remembers loving her. It calms her anxiety."

He was referring to the bone marrow transplant that saved his life. Diana was connected to the donor, and Arthur believed his new blood made him belong to her.

I became a ghost in my own home, forced to watch him crown a usurper.

When Diana faked a fall at a gala, accusing me of pushing her, Arthur didn't hesitate.