Roman Vasiliev doesn’t believe in fate—he believes in power. And when a rival family arranges a marriage to cement their alliances, Roman sees it for what it a threat. So he steals the bride. Right from the altar. She’s fire in lace—sharp-tongued, furious, and defiant to the core. Roman expected a pawn, but what he gets is a challenge. And he’s never walked away from a fight. Now she’s locked in his world, bound by a war she didn’t start and claimed by a man who doesn’t play fair. He should let her go. But he won’t. Because the moment he sees her, Roman knows exactly what she is. His.