Can a marriage survive manipulation and lies?

She was hellbent on making her father disown her. Her rebellious attitude and the color that marred her snowflake skin was proof of that, so I used that knowledge to my benefit. 

I promised her hate and blood. Instead, she got my heart and a weak man on his knees in front of her. 

She was never supposed to be my bride. She was the daughter of a rival family, not even of Italian descent. She was from a different culture. 

Sasha Nikolayev was my vice. I was an addict for her. I would have said and done anything to chain her to me—so that’s what I did.