Seven Years as a Secret Lover, One Month to Become His Regret

I had been the off-the-books woman of my brother's closest ally for seven years, and we had been whispering about making it permanent.

No church ceremony, no public claim before witnesses. Just Damien's low voice in the dark of the safehouse suite, his mouth against my temple, promising me that when the time was right he would bring me before his father's people and name me openly. Seven years of that promise. Seven years of closed curtains and back entrances and a life lived in the negative space between what the Families saw and what I was allowed to want.