LOGINOn the night of her university graduation, Nooria Al-Fariz catches her boyfriend in bed with her best friend and flees to a hotel suite her sister Faiza promised would help her forget. Instead, Faiza’s “sparkling juice” leaves Nooria drugged and stumbling into the wrong room—straight into the arms of Valentino Delucca, the most feared mafia boss on the East Coast and the man her sister was supposed to marry. What begins as one brutal, addictive night of rough passion explodes into a public scandal when the press catches them tangled in sheets the next morning. To salvage his reputation and collect on a broken family promise, Valentino claims Nooria as his own. He demands she become his contract wife, come to his bed every night, and give him an heir—no exceptions, no escape. Terrified and betrayed, Nooria is torn between the guilt of betraying her sister, the shame of her family’s disgrace, and the dark, dangerous pull she feels toward the monster who alternates between punishing dominance and shocking tenderness. But the deepest secret is still hidden: the man who ruined her wasn’t alone that night. Valentino has an identical twin, Damien—and both brothers now refuse to let her go. In a world of blood oaths, arranged alliances, and obsessive possession, Nooria must decide whether to fight for freedom… or surrender to the two men who will burn everything down to keep her. A dark mafia romance with forced marriage, breeding kink, twin obsession, family betrayal, and intense spice.
View MoreVALENTINOI stare at the girl laying on the slab in the autopsy room, lifeless. On normal days, I wouldn't be in Brooklyn because the Romanos run this area and other parts of Southern NYC. But this is a call for concern. I knew it was urgent and had to do with bodies when I received Dominic Romano's call about the bodies found littered all over the place. A few was found in Manhattan this morning as well. Whoever it is going on a killing spree definitely has no intention of hiding the bodies due to how they are carelessly discarded. " They all seem to have common physical appearances,” Valiente observes. Black hair, green eyes, petite stature and average heights. The killer, whoever it is seems to have a specific taste in its victims. " They were all brutally tortured as well,” Dominic says, pulling the sheets off the girl's body completely so we can get better view of the killer’s work.She's got bruises and burns all over her body. The marks on her wrists and ankles show that s
VITTO Killing people who only beg and whine is sometimes so boring. They don't give you the answers you need, all they do is plead for their fucking useless lives, like they have anything better to do with it than be a pain in everyone's else's ass.I turn around to face the man tied to the chair in the middle of my torture chamber and sigh. " Marky, Marky. You would make things easier for both of us if you'll just tell me what I want to know.” " I don't what you want from me, damnit!” He cries, struggling against the restraints like he actually has a chance of escaping. “Why did you follow Nooria home from work last night? And why did you take photos of her? Who were you going to send the photos to?" I ask for the third time. I twist the knife in his thigh and he cries in anguish. “I'd think carefully before speaking, if I were you. I could do this all day." “I…I…I didn't see his face, I swear to you,” he says sniffing, tears and snot creating a disgusted mess on his face. " But
NOORIA The sound of my mother's voice opens the door of panic that I've been trying to keep shut since I stepped out of the car. I claw at Hussain's hands, my eyes silently pleading with him to let me go. “Nooria?" Mama's knock came again, louder this time and more urgent. “Your husband is here! You didn't tell us he will be coming and Assad is seconds away from killing him." Valentino is…here? Oh fuck! “Le…t…me go…y…you mons…ter!” I manage to speak trying to get his hands off me. The freak doesn't move, he barely chuckles and leans in so close that his lips almost touch mine. I try to shift my head away, but his grip on my neck makes it impossible to move and I'm stuck with the horrible possibility of kissing him. " Don't you think this is fun?” He asks, darting out his lips to lick the corner of my lips thesame way he did years ago. " Your mother walks in and sees her all so righteous and holy daughter in the arms of another man, her sister's fiance at that.* He laughs lowky li
NOORIA I hate Saturdays. There's this nervous feeling in my stomach that refuses to leave whenever the clock alarms five am on a Saturday morning. It's not because of work or anything out of the ordinary.No.Saturday is the day of the week where we come together as a family to have dinner and bond. It was Mama's idea and I hate it with everything I can muster. The other days of the week, I could avoid seeing and speaking to Baba. I leave early for work, or school and return home before he does. I head straight to my bedroom where I spend my time till next morning. But on Saturdays I can't. Baba would be at the table, his chair directly opposite mine as he asked me highlights of my week and the things I achieved, then his gaze would drop to disappointment because I didn't say what he wanted me to, or I didn't achieve what he expected me to. But today in particular, I'm wishing this Saturday never arrived. I stare down at my phone, at the message from Mama saying that Faiza should
NOORIA “What the actual fuck, bitch!" Fiona walks into our shared office, a look of disbelief marring her pretty face. “You got married? To Valentino Delucca? And you didn't tell me?" I sigh as she flops into the one of the seats opposite me. She doesn't look happy and honestly, I didn't expect h
NOORIAI stare at the marriage license in my trembling hand like it’s written in a language I no longer understand. *Nooria Delucca.* The ink is still fresh. My signature sits there, shaky and small beside his bold, arrogant one. Married! Legally bound, to someone I'd rather stay the hell awa
(NOORIA)The bedroom door flies open so hard it bangs against the wall and bounces back. It's a miracle it doesn't fall off its hinges. A man in black tactical gear fills the frame—broad shoulders, face half-hidden by a balaclava, pistol already drawn and steady. Behind him, two more shadows loom
(NOORIA)The slap comes so fast I don’t see it coming.My father’s open palm cracks across my cheek with the force of a man who’s held back rage for years. My head whips to the side; pain blooms white-hot, spreading from my face down into my jaw, my neck, joining the constellation of bruises Valent






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