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The wedding was over. The vows had been spoken, the contracts signed, and every powerful man in the room had watched Guest become the wife of a mafia king she barely knew. Now, beneath the glow of the estate lights, she descended the marble steps toward the waiting black car. Freedom had ended an hour ago. Sold to settle a debt she didn’t even rack up. Her father did, and now she’s paying the price. A hand settled against the small of her back. Her husband. “Careful, wife,” he murmured, opening the door for her. “You keep looking at the gates like you’re planning to run.” Guest froze. A slow smile touched his lips. “Go ahead and try.” Then he closed the distance between them and whispered, “I’d burn down half the city before I let another man have you.”