Desired by the Dangerous Men
“You don’t have to go through with this if you don’t want to, Lilliana,” Dante reassured me, standing in his tuxedo, looking far too delicious to be saying that on my wedding day.
“But everything is settled,” I said, trying not to smear too much of my makeup as I cried uncontrollably. “Why doesn’t he love me, Dante?” A sob tore through me.
“Come with me,” he said, his voice low and dark—practically a command.
“What?” I asked, looking up at the stoic, dangerous man in front of me.
“Come with me,” he repeated, holding out his hand. “I’ll make sure everything goes away, fiorellino.”
I looked down at his hand, at the tattoos swirling around his fingers. And even though a hand like Dante Gallo’s should have scared me, nothing had ever felt so safe. So I stepped forward, took his hand in mine, and looked up at him.
“Take me away.”
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Two ruthless men. One stolen bride. A love too wild to be contained.
Lillian thought she had finally secured the life she always dreamed of — until her perfect engagement crumbles in one night of shocking betrayal. Whisked away from the wreckage of her wedding by the dangerous and devastating Dante Gallo, she finds herself caught between two powerful forces: Dante, the mafia king who has loved her from afar, and Damien Volkov, the lethal enemy who refuses to let her slip through his fingers.
Torn between loyalty, passion, and a fierce desire for freedom, Lillian faces a choice that could break all three of them. But what if she refuses to choose at all?
In a world of power, obsession, and forbidden love, some hearts aren't meant to be divided — they're meant to be shared.
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Chapter: Chapter 33: LillianThe door creaked open again, and I quickly wiped at my cheeks, smudging away the tears that clung to my skin like betrayal. I didn’t want anyone to see me like that—vulnerable, lost, stripped bare by the weight of everything I couldn’t control. I tried to erase any trace of sadness from my expression, forcing my breath to even out.My fingers reached beneath the edge of the mattress, gently sliding the ring under it—the one Dante had given me, the one that still shimmered like a promise I wasn’t sure I deserved anymore. I tucked it away as if I could protect it, as if hiding it could protect him, protect us. I couldn’t risk someone finding it. I couldn’t risk someone taking it.“Lil?!”My head shot up, and my gaze collided with Ana’s. Her eyes were wide, frantic, filling with something I couldn’t quite name before her entire face broke open into a smile that stretched from cheek
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Chapter: Chapter 32: LillianI must have looked like a complete and utter question mark—frozen in place, eyes wide, jaw slack, not even remotely capable of hiding the confusion that tangled up my thoughts. My entire body stood still as I stared at the man in front of me, struggling to piece together what was actually happening.Damien didn’t rush me. He didn’t push. He didn’t bark commands or demand a reaction. He just watched—unmoving, patient, his arms at his sides, his towering presence grounded like a monolith. His dark eyes didn’t flash with impatience or frustration. Instead, they shimmered with something warmer, something far more difficult to interpret. There was heat there, yes, but it wasn’t brutal. It didn’t burn. It smoldered, like coals that had learned how to wait.He didn’t seem like he would force me. But his expectations were crystal clear.“But,” I started, trying to form the words, trying to line up my scat
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Chapter: Chapter 31: LillianI was lying somewhere soft, somewhere comfortable. It didn’t feel like my own bed, but honestly, I didn’t really care. My body felt light, too light, as though it had been floating through a dream before gravity gently eased me back down. I rolled over slowly, stretching, letting my limbs melt into the softness of the sheets beneath me. They felt luxurious, smooth against my bare skin, like expensive silk that clung to the warmth of my body. For a fleeting moment, I thought maybe Dante had carried me into his bed—his room often smelled of wood polish and old leather, with a touch of that rich, velvety cologne he always wore.But that was when I noticed something wasn’t right.The scent was off. These sheets didn’t carry Dante’s intoxicating warmth or the faint hint of Italian spices that seemed to cling to his skin like an afterthought. They were unfamiliar, colder, more sterile. Masculine, yes—but not in the way I craved. No cinnamon, no sandalwood, no hint of his presence.This was d
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Chapter: Chapter 30: LillianPeople were turning their heads as we walked by, eyes lingering on both Dante and me. I understood why. I would’ve done the same if I saw a man like Dante passing—he was the kind of man who demanded a second glance, the kind you couldn’t ignore no matter how hard you tried.He looked impeccable in his tailored suit, all sharp, delicious lines that accentuated the strength of his body. Every movement he made was smooth, deliberate, oozing with quiet confidence and dominance. The sunglasses perched on the bridge of his nose only amplified that air of danger he always carried with him—dark, powerful, untouchable. He looked like someone important, someone untouchable. And he was. But not to me.Not to the woman walking beside him, arm linked with his, the sunlight dancing off the sparkling diamond on her finger—his fiancée. I wore an outfit that both contrasted and complimented the raw power that clung to him like a second skin. My dres
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Chapter: Chapter 29: DanteI actually felt butterflies—real, fluttering butterflies—like living things flapping their delicate wings, thrashing against the inside of my stomach, trying desperately to escape. I’d always thought that was just an expression, something people said to sound poetic or romantic. But now I knew it was real. This giddy, almost nauseating mix of nerves and excitement that coursed through me was very, very real.Never had I thought I would be in this situation. Never had I imagined I could feel this level of anticipation—not just for something material or professional, but for a moment so deeply personal. I actually felt this excited about doing something meaningful for someone else. And not just anyone. For her. For Lillian.Not only was I excited; I was proud. Proud in a way that stirred something warm and steady inside my chest. I was proud of the man I had become, proud of what I had built with her, proud of what I was about to offer. I had worked hard for this. I had created a life,
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Chapter: Chapter 28: LillianHeat surged through me, blooming in my chest and creeping slowly into my cheeks as I shifted in my seat, subtly clenching my thighs together. A low buzz vibrated through my body, ignited by the words in the book I held. The tension in my limbs made it nearly impossible to sit still. Every page felt like fire, and I devoured the words faster than I ever had before. It was like my eyes were starved, and the book was a feast—rich, decadent, indulgent.But then, everything shifted.When the second man entered the scene—his gaze not filled with disgust or shock, but curiosity and hunger—and chose to join the couple in bed, my pulse skyrocketed. I couldn’t read another word. My breath hitched, heart thundering beneath my ribs. I slammed the book shut with trembling fingers, the sound echoing through the quiet room, before placing it abruptly on the table in front of me. My palm pressed against my chest, trying to still the rapid thumping of my heart,
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