They say I'm theirs. That they own me and I'm powerless to escape. And to prove their point, the ruthless mafia men steal me away.
As of three hours ago I learn I'm indebted to the tune of ten million dollars to the Chicago mafia underground because my deceased father couldn't keep his thirst for power and money in check.
But before he died, he left me with a gift. An arranged marriage to the mafia men he owes.
Lucky me.
I'm barely scraping by as it is so I have two choices: play nice with the beautiful, deadly mafia bosses and pay my father's debt… or marry them.
This is no fairy-tale story and I'm no wanna-be Cinderella. They've made it clear they'll take my body as payment and warn me not to run because they own every inch of me for as long as they wish.
Once they put their hands on me I'm afraid I'll like what they do to me. Question is, can I be the queen they want me to be?