She was sent to destroy him. She did not expect to be seen.
Seraphina Moretti walks down the aisle in white lace with a thorn pressed into her thumb and a mission pressed into her blood: infiltrate the Valentino empire, gather what is needed, and bring it down from the inside. She has been trained for two years. She has rehearsed her grief into a weapon. She has memorized the name of her enemy and made it the center of her world.
She does not know that Don Adrian Valentino already knows hers.
He saw her before the wedding. He arranged the courtship. He has been watching her move through his world with the patient attention of a man who already knows how the game ends - and who has, for reasons he has not yet put into words, chosen not to end it.
What follows is not the story Seraphina was given to carry. The man in her intelligence file is cold, controlled, and dangerous. The man who invites her into his library, who takes her to Rome, who stands at his mother's memorial and does not perform his grief - that man is something she was not prepared for. Something that does not disappear when she tries to dismiss it.
She was told the mission was vengeance. What she discovers, piece by piece, in the months she spends inside the life she was sent to destroy, is that the vengeance was never truly hers. That the story she was handed came with missing chapters. That the man who was supposed to be her target has been, all along, leaving the library door open.
"Vows of Vengeance" is a dark romance of slow burns and dangerous intelligence, of two people who arrived at each other through the worst possible route and chose to stay anyway. It is a story about what it costs to be made into a weapon - and what it means, finally, to put yourself down.
She walked in as a blade. She did not expect to be loved like a person.
Neither did he.
