She fled her abu:.sive marriage and boarded a plane, unaware that the man sitting next to her wasn’t just a stranger, but a powerful mafia boss, setting the stage for a dangerous and unexpected encounter.

It had taken Isabella Trent six months to plan her escape. Six months of pretending, of smiling through bruises that no one would see, of counting every coin, every heartbeat, every moment as if it were a final warning. Time had become her enemy and her ally at once — ticking loudly on the walls of a mansion that looked like …