Owned By The King Of Blackwood (De Luca Series)
Welcome to Blackwood University, where the tuition costs a fortune, but the secrets cost your life.
I thought a scholarship to the country’s most elite university was my ticket out of the shadows. I was wrong. I didn’t just walk into a school; I walked into a lion’s den. And sitting on the throne is Niccolò De Luca.
Nico is beautiful, brilliant, and brutal.
He is the heir to the most powerful crime syndicate on the East Coast, and he runs this campus like his personal kingdom. He breaks hearts, he breaks bones, and now, he’s decided to break me.
Not because I’m the scholarship case. But because he knows who I really am.
I am the daughter of the man who stole millions from the De Luca family and vanished. Nico intends to use me to lure my father out of hiding. His plan is simple: torment me until I break, make my life a living hell, and keep me under his thumb until the debt is paid in blood.
But the line between hate and obsession is razor-thin.
When his torment turns into possessiveness, and his taunts turn into touches I can’t refuse, the game changes. I was supposed to be his pawn, but I’m becoming his weakness. Now, with a rival family closing in on campus and my father’s enemies circling, Nico has to make a choice:
Hand me over to settle the score... or burn the world down to keep me.
"You think you can hide from me in the library, little mouse?" Nico whispered, his breath hot against the shell of my ear as he pinned me against the stacks. "You are living on borrowed time. And unfortunately for you, I’m the one collecting the interest."
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Chapter: Chapter 55Matteo’s POVI sat at the kitchen island, the penthouse was dark. Three guns lay in front of me, I was cleaning them."It is three in the morning," a quiet voice said.I looked up. Sloane stood in the doorway. She wore my old gray t-shirt. Her bare legs looked soft in the moonlight."I know," I replied.She walked over and took a seat on the stool next to me. She glanced at the gun in my hands."You already cleaned that one," Sloane said. "Twice."I stopped wiping the metal barrel and set the cloth down. She was right."I am just thinking," I explained."About the wedding?" she asked."About the war," I corrected.Sloane sighed and reached out to touch my hand. Her fingers were cold, I intertwined my fingers with hers and held on tightly."We will win, Matteo," she said softly. "We always win.""This is different," I said. I looked into her eyes. "This is Massimo and Lorenzo. They know all our secrets, they know how we fight.""Then we fight differently," she responded.I shook my hea
Last Updated: 2026-05-06
Chapter: Chapter 54Elena’s POVI stared at the bloody silk on the floor, then turned to Nico."Wait," I said.He paused with his hand on the bathroom doorknob. "What is it?""The wedding," I whispered. "We don't cancel it."Nico frowned. "You just said we are planning a war.""The wedding is the war, Nico." I stepped closer. "If we stop, they win. They want us to be afraid, they want us to hide."Nico studied my face. "It will be a trap, Elena. Everyone will be there. My father won't stop trying to kill you.""I don’t care," I said. My voice was steady. "We do it on the exact same day, at the exact same church. We make them watch us take the throne."Nico’s eyes brightened. He pulled me in and kissed my forehead. "You are crazy. And you are perfect."I put on a clean black shirt and sweatpants. We walked out of the bedroom into the home office.Matteo, Dante, Sloane, and Bianca waited for us.The room felt heavy with grief. Dante sat in a chair, staring blankly at the floor, he looked completely broken.
Last Updated: 2026-05-05
Chapter: Chapter 53ELENA POV"Are you hit?" Nico demanded. His hands moved quickly, checking my arms, my chest, my legs."I'm fine," I gasped. I looked down at my wedding dress. The blood was red against the silk. "Nico, you’re bleeding."He touched the side of his neck. A sharp piece of marble had cut deep into his skin. He stared at the blood on his fingers as if it meant nothing."Get to the hallway," he ordered. "Crawl. Do not stand up."I crawled over the broken glass. The cold wind howled through the shattered window, freezing the sweat on my skin.Sloane grabbed my arm and pulled me behind the concrete wall of the corridor. Bianca was right next to her, pale and shaking.The private elevator dinged, the doors flew open.Matteo and Dante rushed out, their guns raised."Who did it?" Matteo yelled. His eyes searched the ruined living room. "Where is the shooter?""Gone," Sloane said coldly. "It was a sniper from the south tower."Dante looked at Nico. Nico was leaning against the wall, pressing a wh
Last Updated: 2026-05-04
Chapter: Chapter 52Book three of Owned by the king of blackwood A mafia's wedding dress doesn't just need to look beautiful it also needs to hide a gun.I stood on the pedestal, staring at my reflection while Bianca yanked the corset laces so tight I could barely pull air into my lungs."B, stop," I gasped, clutching the mirror. "You’re going to crack a rib.""Beauty is pain, Elena," Bianca snapped, her mouth full of pins. "You’re marrying the King of New York in two weeks. You aren’t walking down that aisle looking soft."Across the room, Sloane was sprawled upside down on a sofa, flipping a silver throwing knife. Flip. Catch. Flip. Catch. "It needs more pockets," Sloane said, pointing the blade at my thigh. "Where are you hiding the extra magazines? You can’t put them in the bouquet. It’ll ruin your aim when you have to toss it."I forced a laugh. "Matteo and Dante have six rings of security around the cathedral, Sloane. It’s the safest place in the city."Sloane sat up, sheathing the knife in her bo
Last Updated: 2026-04-03
Chapter: Chapter 51 & EpilogueElena POVSpring had finally ended winter at Blackwood University. The air smelled of cherry blossoms.I sat in the leather chair across from Dean Miller’s desk. A year ago, I sat in a chair just like this one, twisting my hands in my lap, terrified that I would lose my scholarship for being five minutes late to a work-study shift. Today, I inspected my nails, a blood-red stiletto shape that Bianca had insisted on. I wore a cream-colored trench coat over a silk blouse, and the black Consort’s ring on my finger. Nico stood behind me, his hand rested on the back of my chair. He wore a charcoal three-piece suit that cost more than the Dean’s annual salary. Dean Miller looked terrible, she had aged ten years in three semesters. She shuffled papers on her desk, her eyes darting between me and Nico. "So," Dean Miller said, her voice trembling slightly. "I have reviewed the donations and the updated transcripts." "And?" Nico asked, his tone smooth and bored. "And it appears tha
Last Updated: 2026-03-25
Chapter: Chapter 50Matteo’s POVI carried her into the guest bedroom she had claimed in the penthouse. It didn't smell like her apartment in Chelsea. It smelled like her soap and a faint, lingering scent of vanilla. I kicked the door shut with my heel and set her down on the edge of the bed. The moonlight filtered in through the curtains, casting silver stripes across her silk pajamas. Sloane looked beautiful. Not the sharp, intimidating beautiful I was used to, but something softer. "You okay?" I asked as I stood between her knees. "I'm fine," Sloane replied quickly. Too quickly. She reached for the hem of my t-shirt, her hands shook. I frowned. "Hey," I said, covering her hands with mine. "We don’t have to rush, we have all night, we have forever, if you want." "I want to rush," she said, her voice tight. "I want to get this over with." "Get it over with?" I laughed softly, though the knot in my stomach tightened. "Thanks. You really know how to make a guy feel special." "Shut up, Matteo," she
Last Updated: 2026-03-24
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