I've sworn to uphold my family's legacy. But this might be a step too far.
All my life, I've learned the lessons taught to me. As the eldest heiress of the San Giovanni
family, certain things have been expected of me. Elegance, sophistication, manners. The right
friends, the right connections, and in time-the right husband.
I've only dated men who might serve the family. Only made the choices that would please my
father-while my brothers ran rampant and even my younger sister gets to explore the world
as she chooses, without the weight of marrying well on her shoulders. All this-with the caveat
of one promise that was made to me.
That when it came time to marry, I would get to choose my husband from the eligible men who
courted me.
Now I'm being told that I'm being given to a Bratva son to make peace. Without my consent,
without my input-sold to the Russians to fulfill a bargain made by my brother Antonio to save
his own bride. And with those words-everything I've ever known or believed shatters.
Including the promises I made to my family. I, Esperanza San Giovanni, have always been a
dutiful daughter.
But I am the San Giovanni heiress. And I won't be bartered away.
