The Warlord's Bride
Amaryllis grew up in Rhysal with its perfect houses, perfect people with their perfect smiles, and every day was taught how to be the perfect woman. Nothing in Rhysal had....
Amaryllis grew up in Rhysal with its perfect houses, perfect people with their perfect smiles, and every day was taught how to be the perfect woman. Nothing in Rhysal had prepared her for Lucian Barillo. He was more interesting than any man she had ever met, and when his name was announced as the man she would have to marry in two weeks, it hadn't seemed that bad, not when the alternatives were either balding and 40 or looked at her like she was a piece of meat they couldn't wait to own. Every thought she'd had about how it could be worse shattered after the wedding, when he revealed her wedding present at the reception, and her world erupted into blood and flames. Now she was trapped, married to a man who delighted in violence, struck fear into those around him, and enjoyed it when she fought him. Not the CEO he had said he was, but a Warlord who would destroy anyone in his way. Content Warning: Some profanity, blood and violence, sexual situations