Callous King by Elizabeth Knox

She was thrown at my feet as an offering, but what I got was much more than I bargained for.

Cian
Arranged marriages have been in the mafia world for at least two centuries. It’s classic, practically a tradition. I wasn’t surprised when my father arranged a marriage for me, though I was surprised at who was promised to me–Bella Byrne.
I can’t stand her. Not in the least bit. She’s at the bottom of the totem pole after the things her father and brother have done.
On my birthday, my future father-in-law threw a woman at my feet. She wasn’t my fiancée, no, she was a captive. A woman he beat and broke until the scars were marred into her back.
Imagine my surprise when I couldn’t tear my eyes off this broken woman, but the second my eyes met Sorcha’s, I knew she wasn’t broken. She was angry.
They call me the callous king for a reason, and they have no idea what they’ve done.
I’ll burn the entire world down for her.