You Killed My Love, Now Beg For It

For three years, Isabella was Adrian's wife only in bed. She thought her devotion could thaw even the iciest heart. What she got back was years of neglect.

She learned she was pregnant just as his first love announced her own baby-and their wedding.

Devastated, Isabella hid her belly, signed the papers, and tried to leave. But he shredded them. "Even dead, you're mine!"

Then she died. For five years, he hid in his empty mansion, weeping at her grave.

Five years later, she returned as an underworld princess, with a loyal protector and a clever young son.

Adrian broke down and fell to his knees. "Take my life. Just love me once more."

She retorted icily, "The dead have no heart left to give."