The reading of the three books that described Claire and Tony's relationship has left me emotionally exhausted. 
 It took me from 2 weeks to 1 month to finish each one of the books. And I still don't know how I managed to pull through this experience. I can only blame Romig's talent and my relentless curiosity. 
 The third book of the series did not change my opinion about Tony. I cannot stand wife abusers. The only way that I can stand beating and spanking in my books is when they are done in terms of fore-playing and not in order to belittling and manipulating someone. 
 I simply cannot sympathize with Tony. I still believe that he is a manipulative bastard and I still hope that he rots in Hell when he dies, while hellhounds will be having him for snack often. 
 On the other hand I truly sympathize with Claire. Obviously you cannot chose who you love - especially if you a hopelessly romantic like her. It is really devastating finding out that your life was never yours, that somebody else has planned all your steps and all the bad and good times you have ever lived since you were a teenager were outlined. Not just by Tony. Almost all the people that she trusted, they betrayed her and lied to her. 
 Even until the end, Tony is keep giving Claire the choice of leaving him and she never takes it. She wants to be dependant to him. I was wondering when I was reading if she actually ever had the choice. I don't think Tony would ever leave Claire alone. I was almost sure that this was another manipulation. 
 The resolve of the story in the end was far too convenient. I was actually laughing out loud with the misunderstood and ill informed, somewhat hero Tony. WTF??? Seriously? He never realized anything about the person who was close to him all these years? 
 I had to give 4 stars instead of 5 for one main reason: 
 (view spoiler)[Why Sophia and her husband had to die? Why? Why?Why? (hide spoiler)]. 
 Anyways, there are a few more books with Tony's POV which I intend to read. 
 Maybe I will suffer heavily being in Tony's head. 
 Maybe I am deep down a masochist.