I Married My Sister's Murderer

"I wore a crimson bridal veil to marry the monster who threw my sister off a cliff."

To the nation, Ronak Singhania is an untouchable billionaire acquitted of murder on a technicality. To my bankrupt family, he is the ruthless creditor buying our survival. To me, he is a butcher. My mission was simple: Walk into his seaside fortress. Play the obedient bride. Unearth the forensic evidence he buried, and destroy him from inside his own bedchamber. Except nothing inside The Obsidian makes sense. Ronak isn't a depraved killer, he is a lethally disciplined enigma carved of granite and scars. Every midnight confrontation across his desk and every possessive touch in high-society ballrooms ignites a scorching, forbidden friction that leaves me breathless and begging for his hands on my skin. Then I breach his private subterranean vault. There are no murder trophies. Only live satellite feeds and offshore accounts proving the unthinkable: My sister isn't dead. Tara staged her own plunge, stole half a billion dollars from a cartel, and left me behind as disposable collateral. And Ronak? He absorbed the murder trial, the prison cell, and the nation’s hatred solely to keep the crosshairs off my back. Now the cartel is closing in, the past is hunting us down, and the man I swore to destroy is the only thing standing between me and the edge.