Playing House

Enrico Di Ravelli must have lost his absolute mind.

Play the part of a deeply devoted wife? Yeah, right. She would rather march straight back into her traitorous family's estate and take another strike to the skull. Maren marched down the grand staircase toward the dining hall, her small fists clenched so tightly her fingernails bit into her palms over his breathtakingly arrogant demand. Pretend