BLOOD AND ROSES
Isabella Russo thought her life was already a cage until her father sold her in an arranged marriage to Damian Moretti, the most feared mafia king in New York. On their wedding night, she overhears the crushing truth - she's nothing but a pawn in his game to control her father's territory.
Trapped in a world of blood and bullets, Isabella must learn to survive among killers and liars. But when she saves Damian from an assassination attempt, something shifts between them. The cold monster who bought her starts showing cracks in his armor, and Isabella discovers the betrayal that made him incapable of trust.
Just as their fake marriage begins to feel real, Isabella uncovers a devastating secret - her father didn't arrange this union to protect her. He's been feeding information to Damian's enemies, planning to destroy them both once he gets what he wants. Now Isabella faces an impossible choice: stay loyal to the family that raised her, or protect the man who owns her heart.
When the final war erupts and bullets fly, Isabella must decide who she really is. Will she remain the sheltered daughter who obeys without question, or will she become the mafia queen who rules beside her king? In a world where love is weakness and trust means death, sometimes the greatest betrayal leads to the truest love.
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Chapter: Chapter Four Isabella POV “Tomorrow?” My voice cracked so bad it was as if someone else's voice! I was shock stiff in Papa’s study, the warm tart smell of his espresso turning quickly bitter in my nostrils. “You said… tomorrow?” Papa didn’t even flinch. “The wedding is tomorrow afternoon, Isabella. Moretti is not the type to lose time and neither do I.” The tone of Papa's voice was neutral, business-like as though he was informing me what we were to have as a dinner, not as though he were destroying my life with four unpleasant words. I shook all over. I held on the leather chair in front of his desk, until the edges of the chair sank in my palms. “Papa, please. I need more time. I’ve never even spoken to him. I don’t know—” “You’ll have the rest of your life to get to know him.” He didn’t look up. Papers covered his desk like fallen leaves, and he shuffled them with the same focus he might use to count money. I could’ve been a contract he was signing, nothing more. “But Papa—” “Isabella.”
Last Updated: 2025-08-26
Chapter: Chapter Three Damain's POV The rays of the morning sun had sharp shadows crossing the mahogany polished table and I looked at the faces of my board directors. Not only were they business partners, they were the creators of my legitimate empire, the men who assisted in making blood money into legitimate means of revenue. "The European markets are ripe for expansion," Harrison, my head of international operations, was saying. His PowerPoint slides showed projected profits that would make most Fortune 500 companies weep with envy. "Our hotel chains in London and Paris are performing beyond expectations, and the art acquisition business is opening doors we never imagined." Art acquisition. The irony wasn't lost on me. Some of the world's most valuable paintings now hung in my private collection, acquired through methods that would make auction houses very uncomfortable. But money had a way of washing away inconvenient questions about provenance. "What about the shipping routes through the Medi
Last Updated: 2025-08-26
Chapter: Chapter TwoIsabella POV The footsteps were coming closer. Each hit felt like it moved the air, booming in my ears. I pressed my hand to the door. The wood felt cool on my fingers. I leaned my head so I could hear even the smallest sound. The house was now still, no voices, no shuffle of fabric. Just the steady approach of whoever had just ended Giuseppe’s life. I told myself maybe they’d pass by, maybe they didn’t know which room was mine. That fragile thread of hope snapped the instant everything stopped. No footsteps. No breathing. Nothing. The silence was worse than the steps, like the air itself was holding its breath. My chest burned from doing it too. My heart was pounding so hard & loud, that I imagine anyone on the other side of the door could hear it. Then the door splintered open. The door whizzed right past me and HIT me backwards, and I fell hard on the wood floor. The pain hit my back. My sight started to fade, but I got up because of the rush from the adrenaline. Then my
Last Updated: 2025-08-26
Chapter: Chapter OneIsabella’s POV Crimson paint slid from the end of my brush like fresh-spilled blood, placing towards the stark white of the canvas. I stepped back, wiping my arms at the apron that changed into already a battlefield of vintage stains, my armor towards the chaos that came with growing something raw. This painting felt different. Darker. Truer. Shapes bent and twisted across the space, figures caught mid-motion, their faces locked in agony and something disturbingly close to pleasure. It was the closest I’d ever come to putting my own insides on display. The ViewArt Gallery’s end-of-year exhibition. Just thinking about it sent a spark racing through me. Damian Moretti’s company hosted the most important art event in New York. That was where real artists showed their work, not sheltered mafia princesses playing with brushes. If this piece made it in, maybe people would finally see me as more than Antonio Russo’s daughter. Papa would never let me go alone. He barely let me breathe w
Last Updated: 2025-08-26
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