Tyr, an MMA champion with fists of steel and a heart hardened by betrayal. She was the bastard daughter of the powerful Alaister family with little interaction with them. 

When she reached adulthood, she thought there would be no more forced visits with this family, but she suddenly began receiving incessant calls and messages to come to the main house which she ignored.

That was until when her father’s gym was destroyed and he was left in a hospital bed. She stormed into the Alaister estate demanding answers.

Instead, she was handed a marriage contract.

The groom? The ruthless heir of the Vastano Mafia empire. The deal? Wealth, protection, and power beyond anything she had known. Tyr thought it was a joke until she saw the signature line.

What she didn’t know was that the Vastano heir was already in love… with her pampered half-sister. Tyr was just the bait. A pawn to be discarded when she had lost her usefulness.

The first thing I register is warmth. Not the kind that comes from the sun, though pale light is beginning to filter through the slats of the blinds, but a denser, more immediate heat pressed against my back. A weight, too. Heavy across my waist. Something soft and steady breathing against the nape of my neck.


I blink, groggy. The ceiling above me is unfamiliar. It's Tyr's bedroom, not mine. I must've rolled over to her side of the bed. That was the only explanation.


I shift slightly, and the arm around my waist tightens like a vice. A leg hooks over mine, anchoring me in place. I freeze.


Tyr is curled around me like I'm some oversized plush toy, her breath warm and rhythmic against my shoulder blade. Her fingers have found the hem of my shirt and slipped beneath it, palm splayed possessively across my stomach. Her leg, bare, strong, and unrelenting, is tangled with mine like she's mid-grapple in her sleep.


Chapter 44 - Chapter forty-four