The entire Rome knew it, the high society elites, the media, and even the lowest level worker in the De Santis industry knew it – that Mathew De Santis, the owner and CEO of De Santis investment bank hadn’t married for love. His wife, the penniless redhead American had gotten pregnant when she had been his mistress, thus forcing his hands to tie the knot, leaving his long time fiancée – Carlotta Forentino in the lurch and as a laughing stock in front of the entire Italian society. Everyone knew it and no one had ever let Charlotte forget that! She was a foreigner, who had no right to be here, amidst the glittering rich people, the only reason why she was here was the “fortunate accident” As her mother-in-law had often referred to her getting pregnant with her dear son’s baby. Mathew’s family had loathed her. Not just because she was a penniless nobody, but because she had been the scandalous mistress who had torn away Mathew from his previous fiancée the beautiful and adored heiress Carlotta Forentino, whom everyone believed was the destined Mrs. De Santis, the real match for Mathew. But despite all the animosity and aggression and cold disdain from the family and even outside, Charlotte had been happy, because she had believed that Mathew loved her. He told her so, kissed her, and made her believe and she had believed in that. That she was his entire world. When things had gone too far, they had eloped to Naples, away from the judgemental eyes of Rome, and gotten married in a tiny chapel there. Where they had been happy. Together. Alone. Their next stop had been in Hawaii, a month-long honeymoon. Where the Days had been filled with laughter and nights full of endless passion. It had been like a dream. She had believed in his life, even if it had started as something else. But a month later, when they had returned to reality and to Rome, everything turned into hell. His family had wormed their way back in between them, and even after their baby was born, questions about his parentage had been a main contesting point in his family, who had denied that the child was Mathew’s. The fights had become endless. Mathew had stopped touching her, even sharing a bed with her. She had stayed as long as she could have, hoping for a change, praying for him to come back to her to be a family. It hadn’t happened. The final blow had been when he had retreated completely – from her and from their baby. And that had been the end. She had packed her bags and left taking her son with her to the States. Her husbands hadn’t even batted an eye and had gotten back with his ex-fiancee Carlotta within weeks. The fated Mrs. DeSantis. The divorce came swiftly afterwards. Now, three years later, Rome was once again buzzing with the wedding excitement. Mathew DeSantis was set to tie the knot again. This time with his actual match. The beautiful heiress Carlotta Forentino and this time it was going to be a Royal affair – a spectacle uniting two of the most powerful families in Rome. The wedding of the century as the media called it. But there was just a small problem. Charlotte was back in Rome. With their son. Mathew didn’t know why she had returned, he didn’t want to know. His life was finally back on track and he wouldn’t let anything- anything at all mess with him this time. Not even his red-haired ex-wife!