MasukShe 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?
Lihat lebih banyakLevi’s POVThe darkness of my MI5 office was broken only by the dim light from the screens of my monitors. I sat in my swivel chair, swaying side to side as I sipped from a bone-china cup of Earl Grey tea. On the center screen, a night vision recording of what happened with my men at the Turks' shipyard played out silently. I watched as the two figures, identified as Luciano and Mariella, moved so perfectly in sync you'd think they were trained agents. But no. This was literally just the primal instinct to not die, moving them, Mariella especially. Luciano had clearly had multiple brawls with death, so he didn't surprise me much.I replayed the scene where Mariella took the driver's seat, and Luciano shot at my men from the back seat as the car drifted out of there. “Beautiful,” I whispered, leaning forward, replaying it again and again. These guys were no joke. The guy I put in charge of the mission, whom I gave the code name Miller, stood in the corner of the room with his arm in
Luciano’s POVAbout half an hour later, we arrived at one of my safe houses in the city. It wasn't a mansion or anything like that. Just an apartment seated on top of a hair salon. Mariella and I got out of the car at about the same time Jose's SUV pulled over beside our car. He got out, too. “I'm glad you made it,” I said to him as he shut the door. “Where are the others?” I asked. “Sent them home,” Jose responded as four guards emerged from the SUV. “I figured if a bunch of SUVs lined up here, we'd basically be announcing that we're here.” It did make a lot of sense. “Alright. And Dante?” I asked. “Probably coming back from dumping Sophia at the station.”I nodded, and we went in. As soon as we got in, I told Mariella to go and get changed in the room. She was soaking wet. We all were. She didn't argue and went into the master bedroom.I took off my suit and shirt, looking out through a sliver in the blinds, at the rain still pouring over the city. Then I turned to Jose. “I
Luciano’s POVThe sound of gunfire was damn near as loud as the rain now. We had made our way out of the shed, eliminating as many people as we could along the way. The air outside was freezing, or was supposed to be, had it not been for adrenaline, which made me barely notice the cold. “Stay low!” I barked, grabbing Mariella’s arm as we rounded the corner of a rusted shipping container. A bullet pinged off the metal inches from my head, singing a high-pitched note that would have given any normal person a heart attack. “I’m low already, Luciano! Stop pulling me!” She hissed back. Even in the middle of an assassination attempt, she still had enough breath to fight over the smallest thing. I ignored her, checking the corner. Two men in black were moving towards the entrance of the shed, their silhouettes easy to make out against the orange glow of the high-mast lights. Judging by their gait, these guys weren't thugs. If I didn't know any better, I'd think these were government agen
Luciano’s POVThe silence in the shed was suffocating. My men watched Mariella and eye staring at each other with no one uttering even a word. My eye drifted to the gold locket she had in her hand. All the uneasy feelings I had watching the footage, all the suspicions. They were all correct? Mariella actually killed my dad? I couldn't bring myself to believe it, even though she had admitted to it openly. It's not like she had any reason to save Sophia. She hated her even more than I did. My mind drifted back to five years ago, when she first walked into my room, naive and scared as a chicken. Now, fast forward five years later, and being around me had turned her into a killer. I felt a weight of guilt in my chest. How did it come to this? I thought, as I recalled the days after Marcello's first “death” and after we had our kids. Life had never felt so peaceful and happy. I almost felt like I didn't deserve that life. But then Marcello came back. And even with him around, I didn't
Dante’s POVRumors of Luciano and Mariella being cousins were all over the place. And at first, I expected them to die down. But they didn't. Hell, they seemed to be getting even worse.I recalled my visit to the St. Jude's Convent five years ago, when I was digging into Mariella's past. That was w
Mariella’s POVNo one slept that night. No one could. The mansion was quiet, but it wasn’t the peaceful kind of quiet. It was the weird kind of quiet that seemed to listen back. I sat at the edge of the twins’ bed, watching them. Antonio had insisted the lights stay on — could I blame him? I was s
Luciano’s POVThe hallway was empty, too empty. My footsteps echoed softly against the marble as I moved through the mansion.Behind me, there was silence, and ahead of me, there was also silence, a very unnerving silence. There were no alarms, no gunfire, no signs of forced entry anywhere. And ye
Mariella’s POVFive years ago, I didn’t even know how to hold a gun properly. And now, I was slowly getting used to what it felt like running a criminal empire. Once a nun and now a Donna…Life really was full of surprises. The De Luca mansion had always felt too big for me. Even now, after all th












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