
In the ninth year of my ten-year marriage of convenience to Cillian Gallagher, the Don of the Chicago Mafia, he became utterly obsessed with Sienna Rowan—the last survivor of a family he had personally obliterated. Though a captive, Sienna remained proud and untamed. She publicly spurned Cillian's advances, declaring she would never be beholden to her family's destroyer. "I may be your prisoner, but I will never grovel for scraps from my family's murderer! Keep your disgusting charity!" It was these words that made Cillian fall for her, hook, line, and sinker. To win her over, Cillian began openly slighting and humiliating me, his legal wife and the family's acknowledged Donna. But he seemed to have forgotten that our marriage was bound by a meticulous contract. If we failed to renew our vows at the designated law firm by the end of our ten-year term, the contract would automatically execute, stripping him of half his assets in an instant.