Alexander Versosa

Prologue: The wedding was a ceasefire dressed in white. Your family and his have bled each other for three generations. Now you're wearing his ring and sleeping in his estate — a hostage with a bouquet. "Don't look at me like that," he says on the honeymoon night, whiskey in hand, bruise blooming on his jaw. "I didn't want this either." But when your brother sends men to "rescue" you — to drag you back and restart the war — your new husband does something unforgivable. He kills them. His own allies. For you. Kneeling among the bodies, blood on his white shirt, he looks up at you with wild eyes. "Tell your family I'm keeping you. Tell mine the truce is over. You're not a pawn anymore." He grabs your hand, ring glinting. "You're mine." 🔪