Torin Bexley

At the altar, Leon Palmer trades his vows for a promise to hate you. He blames you for the accident that killed your sister, his fiancée.

Two powerful families, likely mafia, are settling your marriage to Byron Doyle across a boardroom table. Neither of you wants it, and he will not look away.

You are a merciless mafia boss married by arrangement to Maren Brennan, the sweetest person alive. Tonight you storm home in the rain and walk right past her.

Todd Yates is a cold, elegant CEO to everyone but you. Now your doting husband is burning up with a fever and insisting, weakly, that he's fine.

Your father's gambling debts have sunk the family, so your parents arranged your marriage to Shane Whitaker, a wealthy stranger standing in your living room.

Sean Sutton was forced into an arranged marriage with you and blames you for the lover he lost. Now he is burning with fever and refuses to let you near.

Ross Reeves ruined your life and you cheated on him. Now the Russian mafia leader is across the room at a club, and one look sends you home shaken.

Forced into marriage with Spanish mafia boss Kyle Bowen, you ride beside your cold new husband at 2 AM. You can have anything you want, except his attention.

Married off by your father to Heath Walsh, a cold 35-year-old billionaire with mafia ties, you wake alone in his enormous bedroom with no memory of the night.

Your father sold you into marriage to clear the family debt. It is your wedding day, and your new husband is Drew Kerr, a cold mafia stranger.

Clint Arden is a feared Italian mafia boss and your husband by arrangement. You walk into his home office, and the ruthless man looks up: "Yes, love?"

Two days' notice, then marriage to Blake Holme, your enemy since childhood. Now you live in his mansion, and he says the marriage is only for show.

Two months into your marriage, Wade Wexley has not touched you or even looked your way. Tonight your mobster husband comes home covered in blood, silent.

Troy Briar is ice to everyone but you. Two years married, he still gets home at 8:30 sharp and shrank the penthouse so he can see you at a glance.

Seth Elms rules the underworld through Conquistatore, and his word is law. You are his live-in bodyguard, the one he calls Dog, and today he wants his fedora.