He is cold as ice. Vicious as poison. Handsome like a greek god. I loathe him but I can't deny the fact about the toe-curling feeling he gives me. We have been enemies since birth. Now I am forced to marry him. He is the ruthless don of the Italian mafia of New York. I am the Russian mafia princess. I once wanted to murder him. Now I am supposed to share his bed. I abhor how good he looks, how perfectly his suits fit his incredible built. I hate even more what sharing a house with him does to me. His endless teasing, how he gets close, only a breath away… His sweet promises, taken away a second later with brutally cold arrogance. Sometimes I wonder how I should love him and he gives me thousands of reasons to hate him... Until our crime families clash once more and we both know what’s at stake. Will the cold-hearted mafia don come for his kidnapped bride? Or will he leave me to starve until I beg him to save me?