But desire came with consequences.
At a London soirée, Elena stood beside Alexander, trying to play the perfect fiancée. But her smile faltered when Victoria slithered close, whispering into Alexander's ear, her hand grazing his chest.
Elena's blood boiled. Later, when they were alone, she snapped. "Enjoying the attention?"
Alexander's eyes narrowed. "You think I want her?"
"I don't know what you want," Elena whispered, her voice breaking.
For the first time, he softened. His fingers brushed her cheek. "I want the one woman who doesn't believe I deserve her."
Her heart skipped—but fear gnawed. Because wanting and keeping were two very different things.