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 Eighty-Four:What we FeelThe moment Damian led Isabella back under the pergola, the air shifted again-less like a romantic date, more like a quiet confession neither of them had decided to say out loud yet. Damian pulled out her chair for her, his hand lingering at the curve of her back as she sat. It wasn’t possessive. It wasn’t even protective. It felt… tender. And that alone was enough to break something inside her. Isabella watched him as he sat across from her. Damian didn’t lean back casually the way powerful men usually did. He leaned forward. Toward her. Forearms on the table. Fingers linked. Shoulders relaxed but eyes sharp, dark, and focused entirely on her. And then suddenly,he stood up, moving his face to Isabella's,he kissed her, sealing his mouth to hers. Isabella kissed him back,she missed this-Damian taking her suddenly, Possessively,she loved the feeling. Damian suddenly stopped, breaking the kiss to sit down. He didn’t speak,not at first. Damian just watched her like he was
Dernière mise à jour: 2025-11-29
Chapter: Chapter Eighty-Three:Date NightWaking up the next morning, Isabella felt refreshed, with the corners of her mouth rising, she smiled beautifully as she stretched her body. She got up from the bed as she proceeded to the bathroom to take a shower. After she freshened up and also dressed up, she decided to sit on the balcony to enjoy the view—weather. The sun rose in a pool of crimson and gold, spilling light all over the land and the white clouds as palm trees swayed gently in the breeze. Closing her eyes, Isabella smiled blissfully as fresh air filled her lungs and she felt exhilarated. Isabella stayed like that for a few moments,breathing, allowing the morning to settle into her bones. Everything felt lighter today. Softer. As though the air itself wrapped around her with gentle hands. It was probably because of last night. The confession. The terrifying, vulnerable words she had spoken to Damian… and the even more terrifying truth that followed inside her chest. She had chosen him. A warm flutter curled i
Dernière mise à jour: 2025-11-28
Chapter: Chapter Eighty-Two:The Cufflink Isabella's POV I gripped the sheets, my back arched as his powerful thrust enveloped me. His relentless thrust continued, and I held my breath, overwhelmed by the intensity. His lips brushed the shell of my ear, sending shivers right through me. Everything about Damian drove me to distraction. The way he held my hands behind me, the powerful connection we shared, and those deep, pleasurable sounds filled the air. I was completely absorbed in the moment. With my face pressed against the pillow, he moved with strong, rhythmic force, and every touch was a rush of sensation until I was lost in the feeling, calling out for him not to stop until my senses peaked and we reached the climax together. The next morning, my breath finally spilt out in a shiver as Damian left the breakfast table to answer a call. My dad. The attempt on our life may have something to do with my father. I tried to stop my thoughts by pressing my fingers to my temples, but they wouldn't comply. Fear, r
Dernière mise à jour: 2025-11-26
Chapter: Chapter Eight-One: LoveIsabella's POV I didn’t realize i had been sitting on the edge of the bed for nearly ten minutes until my muscles ached from how rigid i’d been holding herself. The room felt too still, my breaths too loud. Damian’s jacket still hung over the armchair, faint traces of his cologne dissolving in the air. It shouldn’t have comforted me. It shouldn’t have made me feel anything at all. But it did. I placed my hands on my knees to steady them, but my fingers wouldn’t stop trembling. I hated the tremble. Hated the way my mind replayed the past few hours—his jealousy, the kiss, the fear in his eyes, the words he didn’t usually allow himself to say. “I don’t want to lose you.” It echoed louder than it should have. I rubbed my arms, pacing finally, because staying still made my thoughts louder. None of this was supposed to happen. None of it. When i came into this marriage, i wanted one thing—survival. Escape, eventually. Distance. Not… this. Not the way my stomach had dropped wh
Dernière mise à jour: 2025-11-24
Chapter: Chapter Eighty: Creamy SexIsabella's POV The Kiss should have ended when danger did... It didn't. Damian didn't pull away, not even after Marcus' footsteps faded down the hall to secure the safehouse. His breath was still uneven, his hands still gripping on my waist like he needed the confirmation i was still alive. Damian eventually pulled away to sit on a sofa. "Come here Bella," Damian said while motioning to his lap. He wanted me to sit on his lap. I was shy but I moved hesitantly and sat on him. Damian sighed and turned me around so that I was now facing him. He moved his hands and rested them on my ass and he was staring at me. The next thing I knew, Damian buried his face in my neck. He started to kiss my skin, slowly, causing goosebumps moved to rise on my skin. I moaned while gently tugging on his hair. I could feel him biting my skin. I was getting lost in all the emotions that I was feeling. I tugged on his hair, causing him to groan and look at me. I crashed my lips against him again,
Dernière mise à jour: 2025-11-23
Chapter: Chapter Seventy-Nine:The Safehouse Isn’t Safe From ThemThe drive was silent... the kind of silence that pressed against the ribs and sat heavy in the throat. Damian didn’t speak. He didn’t touch Isabella. But he didn’t look away from her, either. Every time Isabella shifted, Damian’s attention snapped toward her... ..like her smallest movement mattered more than the world outside the windows. When they left the last strip of city lights behind, Isabella finally asked, “Damian,Where are we going?” Damian didn’t look at her. But the muscle in his jaw tightened. “A place no one has access to. Not my father. Not the family. Not our men.” A pause. “Not even the enemies who think they understand me.” so That should have comforted Isabella. But it didn’t. Because the way Damian said enemies sounded too personal. Too familiar. Like he knew exactly who was out there. And exactly what they are capable of. The road narrowed as the car turned down a private route, winding through darkness and dense trees. But Isabella couldn’
Dernière mise à jour: 2025-11-21
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