My Don Fiancé Tested My Love by Sending Me to an Auction

To test if I loved him, my Don fiancé sent me to an auction block. Three months. Strung up on an iron cross. Drugged. I crawled back. He spit on me. "Covered in this filthy oil like some cheap whore. I didn't tell you to crawl under those old bastards!" Then he dragged me to his gala. Made me crawl in front of everyone—and I died on his ballroom floor. And the Greco family is going to burn.