My entire life was laid out for me.
I had a name: Matteo Leone Fausti. And I had a role: One day, I would be crowned the king lion of the Fausti family, la mia famiglia, and I would lead them as my great-grandfather once had, and as my grandfather currently did.
Then one night changed the course of my steps. I was led to Paris to protect one woman, only to fall in love with another.
The moment my eyes found my star, I knew. Na muri scrivutu ne stiddi in Sicilian. Un amore scritto nelle stelle in Italian. In any language: Our love had been written in the stars.
And once I became Stella’s dark knight in a twisted fairytale, I would save her, but the war didn’t end there. Enemies, old and new, were among us, some even disguised as “family.”
Now that I knew love, though, I would die to keep it safe.
But enemies are not always who you think they are. What if one of ours couldn’t be seen?
