Two households, both alike in dignity.
In fair Verona where we lay our scene
Except Verona is Manhattan, and the only tragedy here is the fact I can’t paint the streets red with rival blood. Hers especially. Ivory Belucci isn’t just the daughter of the adversary.
She’s the bane of my existence.
Once upon a time I loved her, but some betrayals cut beyond skin deep. So deep, in fact, I warned her never to return. She didn’t listen, leaving me no choice but to wage a war outside the lines of our families decades-old vendetta. Hit after hit, I have the upper hand… until suddenly, I don’t.
A new player enters the chat.
And now I need her help.
Secretly working with her will prove to be a grave mistake, though, because the iron wall that once stood between us crumbles to ash under the pressures of a past love unresolved and a lethal lust neither one of us can ignore. Yet as we straddle the fine line between love and hate, we’re quickly forced back into the sobering reality that we can never be.
He might have her father’s blessing, but he’ll never have what’s mine.
I am the heir to the Guerra throne, and Ivory will take her rightful place as my Queen.
Curse of the star-crossed lovers be damned.
