To them, she was royalty. Pampered. Raised to be pure and perfect. Beautiful enough to bring potential suitors from across the globe. But the moment Victoria Torros entered my world, none of that mattered. I saw her for what she really was. A fake. Spoiled. Masquerading as a virginal bride when her mind was as filthy as her curves. I didn't want to marry her. I didn't even want to love her. All I needed was to move her on my chessboard. Then I'd take a fistful of her hair and show her what I thought of her pedigree. I'd ruin her for other men before eventually cutting her loose, and I'd enjoy every moment of corrupting the jewel of the Torros family. She'd be my queen. Valuable and powerful, but just another piece I'd happily sacrifice to get what I really revenge. Because she just walked into a minefield of lying, cheating, conniving bastards. And here, I'm king.