Masuk"I won’t say it twice you’re mine, or you die like the rest of your family." *************** He killed her brother. Erased her name from the legacy she once called home. Now, he claims her like a prize. Isabella Russo never wanted a part in her family’s brutal empire. She escaped the bloodshed and betrayal, choosing a quiet life free from the shadows of the mafia. But her past catches up to her in the form of Damian Vercetti—the man who reduced her world to ash. He says her brother betrayed him. That her family deserved what came. Now they’re gone... and Isabella is the last Russo left. To Damian, she’s leverage. A pawn. A possession. To Isabella, he’s the monster from her nightmares and the boy she once trusted. But when vengeance collides with obsession, and hate begins to twist into something darker, Isabella is forced to face the man who destroyed her life… and decide if she can survive him—or if part of her doesn’t want to. Power. Pain. Passion. In a world built on blood, love might be the deadliest sin of all.
Lihat lebih banyakThe afternoon sun filtered through the blinds, casting golden lines across my desk. Papers were stacked neatly beside a steaming cup of coffee. I had promised myself this week belonged to Isabella and our daughter no meetings, no calls, no business. Just family.I was signing off the last few files when the office door creaked open.“Boss.”I looked up. Richard stood at the doorway, his usual composure replaced with something heavier. His eyes were red-rimmed, his shoulders tense. Then, before I could say a word, he dropped to his knees.“Boss, please,” he said, his voice trembling. “I know you’re kind and fair. Please… let me take the punishment meant for my brother. Let Diego live.”I set my pen down slowly, studying him. “And why would I do that, Richard?”He swallowed hard. “He was deceived, sir. Matteo told him lies made him believe our parents were still alive. He lost his way. But now, he’s seen the truth. Please… forgive him.”For a moment, silence filled the room, broken on
VINCENTThe night pressed down heavy and silent as I pulled up outside the old Greco hideout. The air reeked of rust and gasoline. A few cars were parked outside strange ones. My gut twisted, but I didn’t have time to care who they belonged to.My mind was on one thing Isabella and her daughter. Nothing else mattered.“Move in,” I ordered, pushing the door open. My men fanned out behind me, boots crunching on gravel. Inside, darkness swallowed everything. The place smelled of mold and old secrets.And then I froze.Standing in the middle of the room, calm as ever, was the one man I never thought I’d see again.Damian.My chest tightened, rage burning through my veins. Four years. Four damn years, and he was still breathing.He turned, his lips curling in a cold smirk. “Didn’t expect to see me, Vincent?”Before I could answer, a woman’s voice sliced through the tension. “Ooh, how touching,” Valentina said, stepping out of the shadows in her black dress, eyes gleaming with amusement. “I
VINCENTThe phone left a white-hot print in my palm. I didn’t shout so much as the words ripped out of me.“What do you mean?” I could feel the plane tilting under me, the cabin’s hum swallowed by the call. For a breath I listened to the other end ragged, frantic voices then the single line that made the world drop: Isabella. Kidnapped. By Valentina.The meeting in Toronto dissolved into a smear of faces and the clack of keyboards words that meant nothing now. I ended it with a single, clean cut: a sentence, the quiet click of a laptop closing. “Tell the men to prepare themselves,” I told the assistant riding in the cabin, but my voice felt like it belonged to someone else; the paper cup on the tray trembled as if it knew the truth my words refused to hold.I called the man on the other end again. The line crackled, and then his voice came through, small and hurried. “Where is she?” The question left my mouth before the air could steady.“Boss… we couldn’t find her. We found the bodi
ISABELLAThe park smelled like cut grass and fear. Julian’s small body trembled against my ribs; each breath she took hit my sternum like a tiny, urgent drum. I hugged her tighter until her cheek left a warm print on my shoulder. My hands went numb and I liked it numbness kept panic from spreading.Valentina stepped forward as if she owned the light around her. The smile on her face was slow and precise, the kind that counts the seconds before a blade drops. She looked at Julian and then at me, and the expression on her face scrubbed my insides raw.“Get away from her,” I said, but the words came like a cracked radio: static, then sound.Valentina’s laugh cut through the afternoon. The sound was small and sharp, like a glass being tapped. “You know why I’m here,” she said, eyes taking the child in slowly, clinically. She liked the way she watched things like specimens on a slab.My spine went rigid. I could feel every heartbeat as if it were someone else’s. Around us, my guards forme
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