It was the worst day of my life. I know most people say that about something obviously terrible—the first broken heart, the discovery of a terminal illness, or the funeral of a loved one—but my situation was a little different. It wasn't just the day of my wedding, but also the day I decided to die. Two men. The first, my Master, my kidnapper and my impossible love. The other, his brother, a mafioso whom I had to lure into a trap and destroy. If I had any hope of living a normal life, reunited with my family, I had to make a choice. End my old life as I knew it and start a new one, or destroy the monsters that hunted me and pursued my Master. In the end after all, the decision was never mine. Because Alexander Davenport will come for me even after death.