Before I was born, my father sold me to the powerful De Vil family.

Not a single breath had passed my lips when he signed away my life with a dismissive flick of his Mont Blanc pen.

He sacrificed my freedom for his own gain, leaving me trapped with no early release for good behavior.

In four days, I’ll belong to him. Alexander De Vil, one of the most influential men in England.

I know my place. My parents drilled my future role into me. Be a dutiful wife, an outstanding host, produce an heir and a spare for the De Vil Dynasty.

Keep my mouth shut and my legs open. Little more than a pawn in a merciless man’s game.

But I’m nobody’s pawn.

Not even the Devil’s.