I was her bodyguard. I never meant to become her greatest weakness. I was born into power. Raised to obey. Taught that love was a weakness. And marriage…nothing more than a weapon. My father never asked. He commanded. And my future was negotiated in boardrooms and bloodlines, measured in profit and obedience. But I broke his rules. I claimed what I wanted. I married in secret. Goran was never supposed to be mine. He was my brother’s best friend. My bodyguard. A soldier sworn to protect me. He was meant to stand behind me and die for me if necessary, but he was to never touch me, want me, or love me. Now the truth is a loaded gun between us, poised to destroy us both. Suitors circled. Deals made. My father tightened his grip. And the man I chose, the man I love, was standing in the line of fire. In the Mikhailov world, power always collects its debt, and choosing Goran didn’t end the control my father demanded. Instead, my defiancé started a family feud. And mercy had never survived a war with my father.