LOGINShe was meant to belong to God, but fate handed her to the devil instead. Mariella Santini was raised within convent walls as a nun after her father’s sudden “accidental” death. Days before taking her final vows, a single message shatters her faith: her father’s death was no accident. Her search for the truth draws her into the De Luca mansion and straight into the path of the most feared man in London’s underworld. Luciano De Luca, known as Il Re Nero, is the Black Heir of the Five Families. Cold, ruthless, and bound by an ancient law that demands a wife and an heir within one year, or he will lose his empire if he fails. Love is a weakness he buried long ago. Faith is a lie he never believed in. Until the night he bleeds at Mariella’s feet, and her touch binds their futures in fire and prophecy. One forbidden night. One impossible pregnancy. When Mariella discovers she is pregnant with Luciano’s child, she becomes the solution to his throne and the prisoner of a 280 days marriage built on rules, control, and denial. She is to be his wife in name only, protected but unloved, and destined to leave once the child is born. Yet as enemies close in and blood-soaked prophecies unfold, the lines between duty and desire blur. The closer Luciano pulls her into his world, the more dangerous it becomes to pretend he feels nothing. And the more Mariella prays for salvation, the more her heart betrays her. Will she return to the life she once vowed to live, or surrender to the Mafia King she cannot escape?
View MoreLuciano's POV – London, 2020Our plane landed in London just a little after dawn. For almost an hour, I stared aimlessly at the sky outside and felt pretty relaxed. And then England appeared. Nothing about the sky was different here, but the energy certainly was. I felt a surge of anxiety in my body and kept trying to remain calm. The engines hummed softly beneath our feet as the plane made its descent. Dante was sleeping, finally resting after the doctor had reinforced his stitches before we took off. He still looked pale and unhealthy, but at least he was alive. Mariella was seated between our daughters. Lucia was still somewhere between being asleep and being awake. None of the kids understood exactly what was happening besides the fact that we had left home in the middle of the night and that Dante was hurt. And then again, besides Antonio and Elena who could barely remember who Dante was, the other two had no idea who the man was. Across the aisle sat the boys. Antonio stare
Luciano's POVIt was past midnight now, and as if the weather knew how I felt, a storm had started outside. I stood in front of the closed window in my study, watching the rain hammer against it. I was alone in the study now, watching the rain while listening to the fire crackle softly behind me. And right on my desk sat a pistol, the one I'd retrieved from under the sink earlier. Beside it lay some international passports.Dante was asleep now, in the guest room down the hall. The painkillers Mariella had given him had finally helped him get some shut-eye, but his words refused to leave me. You gotta come back, boss. Jose is in a lot of trouble.For hours, I had stood by the window watching the storm, trying to imagine a future where I ignored that sentence. And all my thoughts ended the same way, with Jose losing his life. Something I would much rather die than allow. The door opened quietly behind me, but I didn't turn around. With how gently she opened the door and with the
Luciano’s POV Three years had passed now, and it was winter. It was snowing tonight, and the house was a bit quieter today than usual.Inside the kitchen, Mariella was baking a cake and muffins in the oven, filling the house with warmth. Upstairs, Antonio and Ethan were arguing softly over a mathematics textbook, their voices drifting through the ceiling in low yet regular bursts.In the living room, Elena and Lucia had fallen asleep beside the hearth sometime after dinner, curled together beneath a knitted blanket while the fire collapsed into glowing orange embers.Mariella stood at the kitchen counter pouring olive oil into a ceramic dish, humming softly under her breath in French. Of the two of us, she was the better at picking up the language. We had been here for fifteen years now, yet I couldn't speak French to save my life. Meanwhile, she was a natural. If you heard her speak, you'd think she was born and raised in France. I sat at the oak table with a cup of black coffee be
Luciano’s POV – ParisIt was a beautiful afternoon in Paris. And even though twelve years had passed since we moved here, I couldn't stop being amazed by how beautiful and artsy the city was.Sure, it wasn't perfect. But compared to London, this place was heaven on earth. I watched the city from the window, staring for a while at the Eiffel Tower, which was visible from damn near anywhere in the city, while sipping my coffee. I closed my eyes as the wind ruffled my hair. Then I took another look at the beautiful scenery around me. Down below, I could hear and see an ice cream truck passing with the laughter of the children running after it. Who'd have thought my life would one day be this peaceful? I went downstairs and outside. And then I stood on the gravel terrace with a pair of pruning shears in my hand, looking out across the lawn.At forty-five, the silver had fully settled into my hair at the temples. The years had carved hard lines into my face, but Paris had softened the r
Mariella's POV The hours bled into evening, and after spending my day in the library, still being under subtle surveillance, I retired to my bedroom. I stayed in the dark, not wanting to turn on the lights, until the door opened again.This time, it was Luciano.He looked different. The blazer wa
Mariella’s POVThe aftermath of the breakfast was as clear as day; everyone felt tense. I returned to my room, not being able to concentrate in the living room, but even in my room, I couldn't help but be restless. Every few minutes, I found myself standing by the window, staring out at the manicu
Luciano's POV I paced around impatiently, waiting for the doctor to come with news that would either make or break my life. Minutes passed, and when the doctor finally came out of the room, I grabbed his collar before he could waste any more of my time.“Results?” I questioned, and his face twiste
Mariella's POV “Keep everything that happened last night between us.”I sat on my bed with my eyes glued to the door where Luciano had just walked out. He had gone frozen cold when I told him we did have sex last night. I doubt he remembered anything, but he didn't seem too pleased about it. And h
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