THE BRATVA’S BRIDE
“In a world of ruthless mafia rivalries, the Italian mafia, La Famiglia De Luca, has been embroiled in a brutal five-year war with the Mexican mafia, La Mano Roja (The Red Hand). Desperate for an advantage, Capo Ivan De Luca forges an unlikely alliance with the feared Russian Bratva, led by the powerful Pakhan Sergei Morozov. But at a steep price: his daughter's hand in marriage to the Pakhan's ruthless grandson, the future Pakhan.
Meet Mikhail Morozov, a half-Russian, half-Cuban mafia heir with ice in his veins and blood on his hands. He rules with silence and steel, trusting no one and loving none. Raised in brutality, Mikhail believes emotions are liabilities and mercy is weakness.
And Donatella De Luca, the sharp-tongued and fiercely independent second daughter of Capo Ivan De Luca. With a quick wit and sharp mind, she navigates the complex world of the De Luca famiglia with confidence and poise. When the Pakhan chooses Donatella as the bride, a complex web of loyalty, power, and forbidden love is set in motion. Will Donatella’s strength be enough to tame the devil, or will Mikhail cold heart consume her?”
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Chapter: CHAPTER 47: BENEATH THE FALLS PARK OF WATERFALLS MENDILIKHAThe sun shone brightly over the waterfalls in Moscow, casting a soft golden light across the rippling surface. The air was fresh and cool, filled with the gentle roar of the falling water. Mikhail and Donatella’s laughter blended with the sound, light and carefree.Donatella ran along the rocky edge, her laughter echoing as Mikhail chased after her. “You’re too slow, Mr. Morozov!” she teased, glancing back over her shoulder.“Too slow?” Mikhail grinned, quickening his pace. Within seconds, he caught up and lifted her effortlessly into his arms. “Got you now,” he said, his voice low and playful.Donatella laughed, her hands resting on his shoulders. “You’re too fast. You didn’t even give me a chance.”“Then how about another round?” he asked, eyes glinting with mischief.“Fine,” she said with a shrug, already smiling.Mikhail turned around, counting aloud. “One… two…”Before he reached ten, Donatella was gone, her laughter fading behind the rocks. When he
Last Updated: 2025-10-26
Chapter: CHAPTER 46: A FRAGILE THRONESAINT PETERSBURG, RUSSIA (THE BRATVA'S EMPIRE)The grand hall of the empire was alive with laughter and music as the Bratva celebrated the return of Sandra Morozov. The room shimmered with opulence, and guests from powerful families, including the De Lucas, filled the space. The air buzzed with excitement.When the MC announced Sandra’s arrival, the chatter died down. The large doors opened, and Sandra Morozov stepped in, her hand resting on Alexei’s arm. They walked down toward the stage as every eye turned to them. Even after fifteen years, Sandra’s elegance had not faded.At the stage, guests greeted her with gifts, and she joined in the dance, her smile lighting up the room. The celebration was filled with joy and relief — a long-awaited moment for the family.After a while, the MC’s voice echoed again. “Please welcome our future Pakhan, Mikhail Morozov, to give his speech!”The crowd erupted into applause as Mikhail stepped forward. Taking the microphone, he said firmly, “First o
Last Updated: 2025-10-25
Chapter: CHAPTER 45 : THE MOTHER’S AWAKENING Nikolai stormed toward the torture house, his boots striking the ground with heavy, deliberate steps. The metallic clink of his gun echoed as it spun around his finger, a dangerous smirk curving his lips before the weapon slipped from his grasp and hit the floor. He bent to retrieve it, a low chuckle escaping him, dark and humorless. The night air was thick, carrying the faint scent of blood and iron. Denzel walked beside him, silent but tense, his expression unreadable as he led Nikolai to the room where Savannah waited.Inside, the air felt heavier. The dim light flickered above them, casting long shadows across the cold concrete walls. Nikolai’s eyes locked on Savannah the moment he entered. She was tied to a chair, drenched in sweat, strands of hair clinging to her face. Her wrists were raw from struggling against the ropes. When her eyes met his, fear flickered through them before she looked away."Think you can escape me?" Nikolai taunted, his voice calm but sharp, dripping with
Last Updated: 2025-10-20
Chapter: CHAPTER 44: THE STORM APPROACHESPUERTO VALLARTA, MEXICO Nikolai paced the room, boots dragging across the rug, eyes fixed to the floor. Vera watched him from the chair, annoyance and a cold patience pooling in her expression.“Can you stop?” she said, voice firm. “You’re disturbing me.”He snapped his gaze up and glared. For a breath, his temper flickered like a flame. “I should stop,” he said low, teeth bared. “I’m worried. What if they got away? Even if they now know I’m with La Mano Rojas… I need to hear something. I want proof. I want to know one of them is dead.”Vera pressed her palms to her forehead, tired. “Nothing comes easy, Nikolai. You know this is Mikhail Morozov we’re talking about. Donatella. I don’t know why it’s so damned hard to bring them down.”He spat, “Yeah, me too.”She rose with a crooked smile, crossing the room like she could close the distance between panic and pleasure. “Why don’t we enjoy ourselves a bit before we hear the news of their death?” she suggested, voice low and husky.Nikola
Last Updated: 2025-10-17
Chapter: CHAPTER 43 : FIRE AND STEELSICILY, ITALYThe Morozovs and the De Lucas filled a private dining hall in one of Sicily’s most luxurious restaurants, gathered around a long marble table set with fine china and gleaming crystal. Morning light streamed through tall glass walls, painting the room in a soft golden glow. The atmosphere was bright and easy with laughter and conversation flowing freely, for once unshadowed by business or blood.Ivan raised his glass, his deep voice echoing across the table.“I’m happy we’re doing this more often,” he said, a rare smile tugging at his mouth. “I only hope our next gathering will be under more peaceful circumstances.”The table erupted in agreement as everyone lifted their glasses.“To a peaceful future ahead,” they chorused.But before anyone could take a sip—CRACK!A gunshot shattered the air. The glass wall behind them exploded into a thousand glittering shards. The cheerful laughter turned instantly to screams as bullets tore through the room.Mikhail reacted first. He
Last Updated: 2025-10-15
Chapter: CHAPTER 42 : DESIREDonatella leaned in, her lips brushing against Mikhail’s, her breath warm and teasing. “Can we continue from where we stopped the previous time?” she murmured, her voice low and laced with mischief. Her eyes sparkled with a challenge, and she wiggled her eyebrows, a smirk playing on her full lips. Mikhail’s gaze darkened, his hands instinctively squeezing her ass, his grip firm and possessive. “You love when I manhandle you, don’t you?” he growled, his deep voice vibrating with a raw edge.Donatella laughed, the sound light and carefree, as if she held all the power in the world. “Of course,” she replied, her tone dripping with faux innocence. “Who wouldn’t?” Mikhail’s smirk mirrored hers, his fingers digging into her flesh as if to prove a point. He leaned in, his lips crashing against hers in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was hungry, demanding, a clash of tongues and teeth that left no doubt about his intentions. Donatella moaned softly into his mouth, her hands tangling
Last Updated: 2025-10-14
SINFUL LOVE
Aurora Rossi never expected her quiet life to change overnight. When her mother, Elizabeth, announces she is marrying Marcelo Falconeri, one of the richest and most feared men in the city, Aurora steps into a world she never asked for.
The Falconeri name is built on money, crime, and fear. People say their fortune is dirty, their power untouchable. Aurora tries to stay calm, but the whispers follow her everywhere.
She has heard of Marcelo’s son, Ricardo. The heir. Ruthless. Always away, always hidden behind work. She never saw him, only stories about how cold he is.
Until the wedding day.
One look is enough. Ricardo is older, dangerous, and nothing like she imagined. His eyes find hers across the room, and Aurora feels it in her chest. He is her step brother. He is temptation.
And now she is trapped in his world.
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Chapter: CHAPTER 11: RICARDO’S POVThree days.That’s how long Aurora had been avoiding me.Three days of cold breakfasts, quiet hallways, and a tension I could feel through the walls of the mansion.She’d stop talking when I entered a room, leave a second before I did, and never look at me long enough for it to mean anything.Tonight, that silence was ending.I stood by the doorway of her room, pretending I wasn’t waiting. We were supposed to go to Matteo’s house—some team party that his father’s staff had set up in their villa outside Palermo. Everyone would be there: Valentina, Dario, the whole loud crowd that called itself a family.And her.The door opened.For a second, I forgot how to breathe.Aurora stepped out in a short black dress that didn’t belong to any world I could protect her from. Her hair was down, soft around her shoulders, eyes lined in a way that made her look older, untouchable.“You’re staring,” she said flatly.“Can you blame me?”“You should stop.”“I’ve tried.”Her mouth tightened, but she br
Last Updated: 2025-10-25
Chapter: CHAPTER 10: AURORA’S POVMorning came heavy, thick with guilt I couldn’t shake.I stared at my reflection, trying to fix the mess inside me with a brush and concealer. It didn’t work. Nothing could hide the fact that I’d let him kiss me again.Ricardo Falconeri.My mother’s new husband’s son.My stepbrother.Even thinking the word made my stomach twist. I told myself to stop, to forget, but the memory wouldn’t go away, the way he’d pulled me close, the sound of his voice when he called me butterfly.I hated how much I wanted to hear it again.My phone buzzed.Chiara: “Get dressed. We’re going shopping. No excuses.”Elena: “Come with us. You’ve been too quiet lately.”Maybe distraction was exactly what I needed.I grabbed my bag, told my mom I was heading out, and left before Ricardo could show up and make things worse.Chiara was waiting outside the gates, oversized sunglasses and a designer tote that screamed confidence. Elena stood beside her, scrolling through her phone, calm as ever.“There she is!” Chiar
Last Updated: 2025-10-24
Chapter: CHAPTER 9 : RICARDO’S POVMorning came too fast. I’d barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her again,the way she looked last night when I cornered her in the hall, her breath trembling against my lips, her eyes begging for something she couldn’t name.By the time I came downstairs, the house was already alive with noise, maids setting the table, my father’s voice echoing faintly from his office. Aurora stood by the front door, clutching her bag, ready to leave.“I’ll drive her myself,” I said.Elizabeth looked up from her cup of tea. “Oh, Ricardo, the driver can—”“I said I’ll drive.”Aurora’s head snapped toward me. “You don’t have to.”“I want to.”She looked at my father, then at me again. “It’s fine, really. I can go—”Marcelo raised an eyebrow. “Let him.”There was no arguing with that tone. Aurora sighed under her breath and walked toward the door.I grabbed the keys. “Come on, Rossi. Don’t make me late.”The silence in the car was sharp. She sat stiff in the passenger seat, eyes fixed on the
Last Updated: 2025-10-23
Chapter: CHAPTER 8 : AURORA’S POVMorning light hit the glass façade of Sicilian Heights like fire. The entire campus looked like something out of a magazine, luxury cars lined up by the fountain, designer shoes tapping over marble steps, and laughter that somehow sounded expensive.I was learning quickly that this wasn’t an ordinary university. It was a kingdom of power, where names carried more weight than degrees.Chiara looped her arm through mine as we walked toward the café. “First rule of Sicilian Heights,” she said. “Never drink the machine coffee. It tastes like regret.”Elena snorted beside us, sketchbook hugged tight to her chest. “She says that, but she still drinks it every day.”“It builds character,” Chiara argued, waving her card at the barista. “Three espressos. And one latte for our newest princess.”“I’m not a princess,” I said.“Please. You’re a Falconeri now. That’s royalty around here.”I grimaced. “I didn’t choose that.”“Doesn’t matter,” Chiara said. “Names are everything in this place. You’ll
Last Updated: 2025-10-20
Chapter: CHAPTER 7 : RICARDO’S POVThe ball thumped against the court, echoing like a heartbeat under the vaulted lights of the Sicilian Heights gym. Practice meant control, one place where noise turned into order.I owned this floor. Everyone knew it.“Again!” Coach barked.I caught Matteo’s pass, pivoted, drove through two defenders, and dropped the shot clean through the rim. Cheers rippled from the bleachers. The sound didn’t matter—except for one small, steady rhythm that wasn’t part of the game.Aurora.She sat halfway up the stands with a notebook on her knees, pretending to study. Pretending not to watch. I felt her eyes every time I moved. Every shot, every breath.When I looked up, she flinched.I let a slow smirk spread across my face and held her stare until she looked away. Bad idea, now she’d blush all through class.Matteo jogged over, wiping sweat off his forehead. “You’re off today.”“I’m not.”“Liar. You keep staring at the same spot in the bleachers.” He followed my line of sight and laughed. “So tha
Last Updated: 2025-10-18
Chapter: CHAPTER 6 : AURORA’S POV The morning hit bright and loud, engines humming outside the Falconeri gates like an orchestra of money. Black sedans, gleaming convertibles, students heading to the same place I was. My first day at Sicilian Heights University.The driver opened my door. “Signorina Aurora, good luck.”“Thanks,” I murmured, gripping my bag like armor.The campus looked like something out of a movie: glass façades catching the sun, fountains sparkling in front of marble pillars. Expensive shoes clicked on stone. Perfume mixed with the smell of roasted espresso. Every person here looked polished, confident, untouchable.I felt like an intruder.Inside the main hall, banners hung in deep crimson and gold. A crowd of students gathered near a schedule board. That’s where I heard the first whisper.“Falconeri’s new stepsister.”“Did you see her? She’s pretty.”“Poor girl—wrong family to be in.”I kept my eyes forward and scanned for my class number.“Lost?”A voice, sharp and playful. I turned. A girl with
Last Updated: 2025-10-18
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