The Wedding Was Never Mine to Lose

Halfway through the alliance ceremony that was meant to bind me to the man I had loved since childhood, his personal courier, Vittoria Rizzo, appeared in the doorway of the great hall … pregnant.

Lorenzo Falcone held her by the arm and looked at me without a trace of guilt, his voice carrying across the silk and candlelight as though he were reading terms at a sit-down. "I know I can't take Vittoria as my bound wife. But I gave her my word. She'll have her ceremony, and the child will have a whole family."