The moment the rings were about to be exchanged at the wedding, Ruby Tennyson, my boyfriend's childhood sweetheart, burst through the doors in a frenzy to steal the groom. Alistair Whitaker, my supposed-to-be husband, halted the ceremony on the spot and ran off with her. Just like that, he vanished without a trace for two whole years. Then, two years later, the man had the audacity to show up at my doorstep, bold as brass, announcing he wanted to marry me all over again. "Kiara, I told you once... my bride will always be you. Running away back then was just me keeping a promise to take Ruby on a trip together. Only... last year, she unexpectedly had my child. I figured, why not set the wedding on the kid's first birthday? It might make her feel a little better to know the kid will be taken care of by you and I." I could scarcely believe my ears. I'm a daughter of a powerful family, raised like a princess, cherished by everyone. He had already betrayed me, and now he had the gall to try and make me play stepmother to his illegitimate child? My stomach churned violently. I clamped down hard on the wave of morning sickness surging up my throat and fixed him with an icy glare. "Alistair, I'm warning you, don't you dare set foot in my house again. Or you'll live to regret it, I swear." Quentin Marshall, the man who made all of Sicily tremble. If he ever found out someone was harassing his wife and child... he would put a bullet in him with his own hands.