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At the banquet, she was drugged and tricked, and ended up having a one-ni**t st**d with a stranger, only to find out that he was her husband's brother and the godfather of the mafia! ===== Chapter 1 No.1 Faye Hartman POV Regret tasted like stale wh**key and impending death. I woke to the rhythmic thud of a headache behind my eyes and the heavy, unfamiliar weight of Egyptian cotton sheets. This wasn't my room. The air smelled different here--sharp, expensive, like sandalwood and cold rain. Panic, cold and immediate, seized my ch**t. I sat up, clutching the duvet to my ch**t, and the movement drew my gaze to the man sl**ping beside me. He was lying on his stomach, his face buried in the pillow. He was massive, his shoulders broad and sculpted with a lethal kind of strength that my husband, Joshua, had never possessed. But it was his back that made my breath hitch. A jagged, ugly scar tore across his right shoulder bl**e, a map of violence etched into bronze skin. *What have I done?* Memories of the Charity Gala flashed in disjointed bursts. The suffocating polite conversation. Joshua ignoring me for his phone. The wh**key I shouldn't have touched. The stranger with eyes like storm clouds who had looked at me not as a hostage, not as a Hartman trophy, but as a woman. I scrambled out of bed, my legs trembling. My silver silk dress was a puddle of shame on the floor. I snatched it up, my hands shaking so hard I could barely pull the zipper. I needed to leave. Now. Before he woke up. Before Joshua realized I hadn't come home. I reached for my clutch on the nightstand and froze. Next to a heavy crystal tumbler sat a notepad. Embossed in the thick, cream paper was a black, gothic 'C'. *Caldwell.* The bl**d drained from my face. I hadn't just cheated on my husband; I had sl**t with a member of his family. The family that had decimated mine, the family that held me captive in a loveless, political marriage. If Joshua found out, I would be punished. If *The Don*--