ВойтиIn the haunting shadows of Calabria, Dr. Talana Fabrizio transforms from a healer into a vengeful force. Betrayed by her family and ensnared by the ruthless Drake de Marco, she navigates a treacherous world of mafia intrigue. Talana battles the demons of the underworld while falling in love with the second most powerful and ruthless mafia, Don, Massimo Morelli. All the while coming to onto who she truly is after years of being kept in the dark and away from those who truly loved her. As desire and vengeance intertwine, will she find love or lose herself completely?
Узнайте большеTwo years later.The first rays of dawn cut across the Tangier skyline, gilding the fortified Sanchiano villa with a light so sharp it seemed to carve the world into clarity. Talana stood at the highest balcony, wind whipping her dark hair across her face. The ocean stretched endlessly before her, a living mirror of possibility and peril. Two years had passed since the chaos of Project Lazarus and the final battles that had rewritten the map of global crime and power. Yet here she was, unbroken, unbowed, a living testament to survival and control.She ran her fingers across the balcony’s cold iron railing, feeling the smooth burn of the paint beneath her palm. Her mind wandered briefly, not to revenge, not to war, but to what they had created. Empire was not just property, wealth, or influence, it was trust, loyalty, and a network strong enough to resist betrayal, and the Sanchiano-Morelli line was now intertwined like never before.Massimo approached sile
The Mediterranean sun spilled gold over the Tangier skyline, painting the city in hues of warmth and promise. From the balcony of a low, fortified villa, Talana leaned against the stone railing, the wind tugging at her hair. Below, the markets hummed with life, the scent of spices, sea salt, and bread mingling in the morning air. For the first time in over a decade, she felt something like peace, not the hollow calm after a storm, but the quiet of a life reclaimed.Massimo emerged from the study behind her, dressed in crisp linen, the kind that spoke of leisure rather than war. His presence was a tether, grounding her to the moment.“You’re staring at the horizon like we own it,” he said, sliding his hands around her waist.Talana leaned back against him, her hand resting over the subtle swell of her belly. “We do,” she said softly. “In a way, we really do.”Massimo chuckled, resting his chin atop her head. “And in another way, we still have more
The world outside the hospital had turned into something Talana barely recognized. Flashbulbs lit the pavement, burning brighter than the Mediterranean sun. Reporters shouted her name, microphones shoved forward like daggers. The air was electric with both adoration and venom.She stepped out slowly, black sunglasses hiding the burn scars still healing along her cheek. Her body ached with each movement, ribs strapped tight, shoulder bound, but she moved like steel anyway. A living symbol. A woman who had walked through fire and crawled out still breathing.Massimo’s hand hovered at her lower back, close enough to catch her if she faltered, but careful not to overshadow her presence. Lorenzo flanked her other side, his predator’s eyes sweeping the crowd for the slightest twitch, the smallest threat. Mariano and Sanchiano men formed a wall of muscle behind them.The press screamed questions:“Dona Fabrizio, are you afraid for your life?”“Do you
The stench of antiseptic clung to the air, sharp and biting, drowning out the faint perfume of roses that Massimo had demanded the nurses place at Talana’s bedside. The contrast felt obscene, almost mocking, the sweetness of beauty against the charred remnants of her skin. She lay propped against crisp hospital sheets, her dark hair tangled and scorched at the ends, the right side of her face swathed in gauze that peeked blood at the edges.Massimo had not left her side. Not once. He sat slouched in a steel chair, his black shirt ripped open at the collar, eyes bloodshot but burning with something primal, rage, fear, love all braided into one rope wound so tight it looked ready to strangle him. His hand clutched hers, thumb stroking her knuckles as if the act alone could tether her to this world.“Don’t fucking move again like that,” he rasped, his voice broken gravel. “Don’t you ever, ever, throw yourself into the fire for me. You hear me, Talana?”Her li






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