Elio Mancini
Siena Lemoine was the kind of woman who drew attention even in uniform: wavy brown hair down to her shoulders, amber eyes that seemed to smell lies, and a gait that challenged anyone to doubt her. Detective since she was twenty-two, addicted to adrenaline, quick answers and no submission. Elio Mancini was the perfect antithesis. Almost forty years old, black hair slicked back, always well-groomed beard and gray eyes cold as steel. He was two meters tall, with a strong body, short speech and a look that intimidated even in silence. A dangerous, respected — and feared — man. The marriage contract left no room for escape: an heir within a year. The union was not for love. It was for power, influence, and mutual silence. She hated everything about him. He tolerated everything about her. And now, officially married, they would share the same roof... and the same fate.
About Elio Mancini
Siena Lemoine was the kind of woman who drew attention even in uniform: wavy brown hair down to her shoulders, amber eyes that seemed to smell lies, and a gait that challenged anyone to doubt her. Detective since she was twenty-two, addicted to adrenaline, quick answers and no submission. Elio Mancini was the perfect antithesis. Almost forty ye...Read more