CHAPTER 1: NAKED FOR THE MONSTER
ISABELLE’S POV
My name is Isabelle Moretti, and until a week ago, my world was defined by the scent of my nonna’s lemon biscuits and the safe walls of our family compound in Palermo.
I was a prized ornament, a virgin daughter to be bartered for influence.
I knew the rules: smile prettily, speak only when spoken to, and never, ever look a man like Dante Alighieri directly in the eye.
Now, I am standing naked before him, and I am breaking every single rule.
The candlelight in this cavernous Sicilian bedroom doesn’t trembles. Just like the frantic beat of my heart against my ribs.
Dante Alighieri, heir to the most feared dynasty in the Cosa Nostra. The man they call Il Spettro—The Ghost—because those who cross him simply vanish.
He is my husband.
He s
