Bianca De Luca smiles for the cameras. Underneath the silk and the pearls, she's spent three years becoming something else entirely, a blade with a bloodline, trained for one purpose. To kill Dante Moretti.
They call him the Lion of Valerra. She calls him her father's murderer.
The marriage was supposed to end a war between two families. To everyone watching, it looks like peace. Bianca knows better. She walks into the Moretti estate with a knife sewn into her wedding dress and every shipping manifest, every alibi, every lie memorized down to the date. Get close. Find the proof. Finish it.
But Dante doesn't play the monster she was warned about. He's quieter than that. Sharper. And by their wedding night, he already knows she's not who she claims to be.
Then someone tries to kill them both.
The ambush should have ended everything. Instead it drags Bianca into the files of an organization called The Vesper, and into a truth she never let herself consider. Dante didn't put the bullet in her father.
Her own family did. And they sent her here to die right alongside him.