The Bride He Couldn't Read

Synopsis

They married me to my family's enemy to seal a truce, and everyone in that cathedral saw the same thing: a docile bride, lovely and useful, handed over like a peace offering. They were meant to. I am my father's hidden strategist, raised since I was twelve to be the weapon inside Don Cassian Drago's house, sent to hollow out his organization from the inside, more patient and more ruthless than the man I call husband. I can read every person at his table. I read the lie in a pulse, the tell in a poured glass, the fear under a smile. I have read everyone my whole life. Then I married the one man who reads me back, who does not touch me, who asks what I want as if a weapon could want anything, who decided to trust me knowing exactly what I might be. Arranged marriage. Enemies to lovers. A slow burn between two people who could kill each other across the dinner table. The trouble with being built to destroy a man is that no one taught the weapon what to do when it falls in love with the target. I was sent to dismantle his house. I did not plan to want to live in it.