The contract sits on my father's desk like a death sentence. My name. His name. A marriage clause that binds me to the Moretti family for life. "You sign tonight, Isla." My father doesn't look at me when he says it. Vincent Kane never looks at me anymore. Not since Mom died. Not since the Morettis killed her. "I won't marry him." My voice shakes. I hate that it shakes. "You will." He finally meets my eyes. His are cold. Empty. "Or I'll lose everything. The shipping business. The ports. Our entire empire. Marco Moretti has us cornered, and this is the only way out." "So you're selling me." "I'm saving us." The door opens. I don't need to turn around to know who it is. I can feel him. That presence that makes my skin prickle with awareness and rage. Dante Moretti. Six feet of dark hair, darker eyes, and the kind of face that makes women stupid. I've hated him since I was sixteen. Since the night his family's war with mine turned bloody. "Isla." His voice is smooth. Dangerous. "You look beautiful when you're angry." I spin around. "Go to hell." He smiles. Actually smiles. "We're going there together, princess. Might as well get used to it." My father slides the contract across his desk. "Sign it. Both of you." Dante moves closer. Too close. I can smell his cologne. Something expensive and suffocating. He picks up the pen, signs his name in bold strokes, then offers it to me. "Your turn, wife." I want to stab him with it. Instead, I take the pen. My hand hovers over the paper. "Isla." Dante's voice drops lower. "Sign it, or my father starts the war again. Tonight. And your father's men won't survive until morning." I sign. The ink bleeds across the page like a wound. "Good girl." Dante takes my hand. His touch burns. "The wedding is in three days. I'll send a car for you." He leaves. My father leaves. I'm alone with a contract that just sold my future to the enemy. I look down at my hand. At the place where Dante touched me. I should feel nothing but hate. So why is my heart racing?