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."
Basahin
Chapter: Chapter 3I stared at the closet door for a full minute before I gathered the courage to touch the handle. My hand hovered, trembling, the brass knob cool against my clammy skin.Don’t make me come get you.I recalled.I pulled the door open.I expected it to be empty, or perhaps filled with my own pathetic, thrift-store wardrobe that the movers had packed. But my boxes were still taped shut on the floor behind me.The closet was full.Rows of hangers stretched across the cedar-lined space. Coats, blouses, skirts. All of them high-end. All of them in a palette of blacks, grays, and deep blood reds.And hanging in the center, displayed like a museum piece, was a dress.It was black silk, suspended on straps no thicker than fishing line. It was the kind of dress that looked like it would pool on the floor like ink if you dropped it. No zippers, no buttons. Just a slip of fabric designed to cling to every insecurity I had.I reached out and touched the hem. It was soft, and looks obscenely expensi
Huling Na-update: 2026-01-08
Chapter: Chapter 2The hallway spun.I didn’t remember walking out of the lecture hall. One moment I was staring at the empty space where Niccolò De Luca had stood, and the next, I was stumbling through the double doors, the humid air of the corridor hitting me like a physical blow.I made it three steps before my knees gave out. I caught myself against the cold plaster wall, breathing in jagged, shallow gasps.South of France.Three words. Just three words, and he had dismantled my entire existence.My father was supposed to be in a safe house in Montenegro. That was the plan. That was what the broker had promised us when he took eighty percent of the stolen cash to craft our new identities. If Nico knew he was in France, then the broker was dead, or worse—he was on the De Luca payroll.I pressed my forehead against the wall, fighting the bile rising in my throat. Students streamed past me. A few glanced my way, their gazes lingering with that specific Blackwood mixture of curiosity and disdain, b
Huling Na-update: 2026-01-08
Chapter: Chapter 1The rain at Blackwood University didn’t wash things clean; it just made the rot smell like wet stone.I pulled the collar of my thrifted coat tighter around my neck, ducking my head as I hurried across the cobblestone quad. Thunder rattled the stained-glass windows of the library.Keep your head down. Don’t make eye contact. You are invisible.That was the mantra, It was the only reason I was still breathing.To the registrar and the student body, I was Elena Vance, a boring transfer student from Ohio on a hardship scholarship. I was a nobody, a ghost.But to the people my father had betrayed, I was Elena Rossi, the daughter of the "The Rat." The man who had embezzled five million dollars from the De Luca crime family and vanished, leaving his nineteen-year-old daughter to fend for herself.I adjusted the strap of my bag, my knuckles turning white. I had 1 year left. One year to get my law degree, pass the bar, and disappear to a country without an extradition treaty.Blackwood was th
Huling Na-update: 2026-01-08
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