Tell Me Lies (The Irish Rogues #6)

Prologue Drea

Once upon a time in the Underworld of Philadelphia, a princess was born. From her birth, everything about her life revolved around men.

How to be obedient to men.

How to be submissive to men.

How to live your entire life for men.

Outside of her private schooling, all social lessons were built around a marriage that used her as a pawn in her father’s chess game.

Even in the twenty-first century, marriage for mafia families wasn't about love. It centered around the archaic belief that a holy union was purely about elevating a family’s status with power and privilege.

Unfortunately for the princesses’ parents, she grew resentful of her gilded cage. On her eighteenth birthday, matters reached a boiling point. After years of bending to her parents' will, she broke.

Repression led to rebellion. First, it was sneaking out and going to clubs. Then it was getting blackout drunk. Anything to piss her Father off.

Since her purity was the greatest gift she could give her future husband, she decided to fuck convention and give it to a man she chose, not one who was chosen by her parents. Considering how sheltered she was, it was harder than she thought.

It couldn’t be anyone from her world for fear of word getting out. And picking a stranger from a club was difficult because if she wanted it to be special, she’d have to lose her bodyguards for a period of time.

In the end, the answer was literally staring her right in the face–the ridiculously good-looking soldier who was posted to her wing.

But he wasn’t just any soldier.

They’d grown up together. Marco was the nephew of her nanny, Vittoria. Since he was older than her, they’d been acquaintances more than friends. Because of their closeness, he could be trusted where others couldn’t.

After she turned eighteen, he always had a sexy smirk for her and a flirty wink. He’d grown into quite a ladies' man, so she knew he wouldn’t be appalled by her request.

It had taken all the strength she had to proposition him, but thankfully, he had willingly agreed.

They’d met up late one night in her mother’s greenhouse. On a blanket under the glass ceiling shimmering with stars, what happened next was everything she had ever hoped losing her virginity would be.

But it didn’t end after just that night…

And if she’d known how much agony her rebellion would cause, she would’ve never toed one step out of line. Because mafia princesses never have fairy tale endings.