His name is Marcus Ravelli, and he's very, very Italian. Utterly wicked, absolutely arrogant, and smoldering hot. He's one of my brother's closest friends, and we met one unforgettable summer, when he was eighteen, and I was nineteen.
I've never forgotten him, and when we meet again, sparks start flying like ten years haven't gone by. I want him more than ever, and so when he asks me to marry him, I say yes...only to have him break my heart in the most cruel way there is.
I want a divorce, but my Italian billionaire husband offers me a deal instead...