You're Not Getting Away, My Sweet Little Sinner

Six months into a marriage that exists in name only, I've been treated like a stranger—until a letter arrives accusing me of adultery. Before I can even plead my innocence, my cold-hearted husband, a hero of the battlefield, locks the door to my room himself and wraps a silver chain around my ankle to keep me from escaping. "A divorce? Who said I'd ever let you go?" Behind those ice-cold eyes burns a maddening obsession and possessive desire. A twisted, sweetly intoxicating confinement that begins with a misunderstanding.