Liam's gaze fixed on photographs of a woman who embodied pure allure—blonde waves framing delicate features, ocean-blue eyes that captivated, sharp cheekbones, and a body designed to ignite desire. She was flawless. Blood surged through him at the mere sight of her. The Mafia heir was consumed by her. She represented everything he craved. Ryan's crooked smile widened. "Contain yourself, boy. She's not some easy conquest. Don't you want to know who she is?" He gestured toward the images sprawled before them. "All I need to know is that she'll be mine," Liam murmured, eyes locked on her full lips. He envisioned possession, control, pleasure. "She's not a mistress—she's your wife, Liam. Marry her, claim her, and command Canada." Liam lifted his gaze to meet his father's. He leaned closer. "I don't marry just to satisfy my hunger." "She's Ethan King's daughter. Aurora King—your key to dominating Ethan and his empire. Consider yourself fortunate. She's a vision, though she could have been worthless to look at." Ryan's words hung heavy as he watched calculation flash across his son's face.