I was supposed to end the war by wearing a white dress—smile, sign, save two crime dynasties. Instead, the church exploded, the aisle ran red, and I was delivered to a mansion of roses and iron with a man who writes laws on skin.
He gave me rules to keep me “safe.” I broke every one. 🔥
Do not lie to me. Do not leave the estate. Do not touch my ledgers. Do not hunt the priest.
And the rule I wrote with no lies, no cages—consent or nothing.
I’m Sienna—reluctant bride, problem-solver, woman who doesn’t kneel. He’s Darek Calderone—morally gray kingpin, possessive protector, a rosary on his wrist like a blade. When the first shots fell, I chased a wolf-and-rose tattoo and a conspiracy in a collar. In chapels and on the docks, through gilded halls and storm-lit alleys, we turn a truce marriage into a different kind of his rules → our rules. Side by side. Ugly truth first. Then knives. 🖤🌹🗝️
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What you’ll get (and why you’ll keep turning pages) • Dark Mafia Romance with real organized-crime stakes • Arranged Marriage gone to war; wedding massacre; forced proximity • Possessive but respectful antihero; protective obsession; consent-focused heat • Priest-led coup, forged vows, blood oaths; veil-as-weapon, rosary-as-ring • Sister’s family vs. his empire; betrayal, black-thread ledgers, dockside ultimatums • Twisted Vows Truth first • Choose each other • No weaponized doubt • If one falls, the other burns the city • Dual POV (Sienna & Darek); high-heat romantic suspense; hard-won HEA with a razor-edged series hook
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For readers who love
Dark mafia romance, arranged marriage, captive-bride vibes, protective alpha / morally gray MMC, strong FMC who won’t be leverage, forced proximity, enemies-to-lovers turned allies, bodyguard-level protectiveness, priest villainy, crime-family intrigue, high heat, HEA.
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Content notes
Graphic violence and on-page fight scenes, organized crime, religious corruption, strong language; all intimacy is consensual. No cheating. Standalone romance with a satisfying HEA and a continuing world arc.
TWISTED VOWS — They wrote my vows to cage me. I wear them like a weapon. Tomorrow, the city kneels.