Every war has casualties.

I just didn't expect to be handed over like one.

Now my brother wants me to marry the enemy—
a man with blood on his hands and ice in his eyes.

But I don't break that easily.
I never have.

So I give him a deal: ten dates to win me over.
If he fails, I walk. No second chances.

And I promise—
I'll make him bleed for every second he spends trying to tame me.
No man takes me without a fight.
And no one man takes me without a fight!

I'm Bianca Borrelii

She thinks it's a game.
Ten dates. Ten chances to win her over.

But I'm not playing.
I don't chase—I claim.

I only agreed to her terms because the second she set rules, I knew I'd already won. She can pretend she's in control—act like she has a choice.

She doesn't. Not really.

I'll give her ten nights.
Ten nights to fall.
Ten nights to learn that no one will ever want her, protect her, or f*ck her the way I do.

And if she still tries to walk away?

Then I'll take her anyway.
I'll ruin every man who's ever touched her, burn every bridge she tries to cross.

Because she's already mine.
And I don't give up what belongs to me.

Not ever.

Vukan Petrović