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Sarian’s life has never been easy, but stripping to keep her sister safe and the bills down was a small price to pay — until Don Julio Rossini walked into the club where she dances. The ruthless mafia lord isn’t just there for a show; he’s hunting her father, who stole something precious from him. Betrayed by a childhood friend and with no escape, Sarian is into Don Julio’s dangerous world, where power is currency, fidelity is fragile, and desire is a must. When Sarian fails to deliver her father, Don Julio offers her a deal, her body in exchange for her family’s safety. But as she fights to reclaim her freedom, she discovers a darker side Don Julio has adversaries who want her just as important as he does but there is something different, Don Julio is in love with her. Trapped in a deadly game of control and temptation, Sarian must decide — submit to Don Julio ’s demands or outsmart him before he consumes her fully.
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Don Julio: His Wicked Temptation Peace After War
SARIAN.The wind in Kyoto was soft—nothing like the violent storms I had grown used to. It whispered through the cherry blossom trees like a lullaby, carrying petals through the air. Everything was pink and white, gentle and warm. Peaceful.I watched Don Julio—or rather, just Julio now—as he stood at the edge of the small lake, throwing tiny crumbs of bread to the koi fish. He wasn’t wearing a suit, no expensive watch, no gun on his hip. Just a simple white shirt, loose pants, and the biggest smile I had ever seen on him.I smiled too.It felt unreal sometimes. Like I was dreaming. But it was real. We were really here. In Japan. On vacation. Together.Free.My heart was full.He turned and caught me staring. “You’re not feeding the fish, Sarian,” he said, laughing as he walked toward me. “You’re staring like I’m the main course.”I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. “Maybe you are. Don’t flatter yourself.”He came closer and took my hand. “You always say that, but you can’t lie to me
Huling Na-update : 2025-06-30Don Julio: His Wicked Temptation Vengeance Delivered
DON JULIO I lit a cigar as I stood by the window of the abandoned winery’s safe house. The smoke curled into the air, thick and bitter like the memories Catalina had left behind. The night was silent, the kind of silence that comes before a storm—or a reckoning.Then my phone buzzed.A message from Abraham: “I’m ready. She forgave me.”I stared at the message for a long second. Sarian had forgiven him. That meant everything.When Abraham came back from meeting her earlier that day, I barely recognized him. His face was wet with tears. His voice, low and broken, said only one thing: “Don Julio, I failed her. But I will never fail her again.”I had known Abraham for years. I’d seen him furious, I’d seen him ruthless—but I’d never seen him like this. Not like a broken man. Not like a father who realized too late what had been taken from him. Catalina had stolen his daughter when she was just a child, lied to her, raised her in bitterness.We were going to end that tonight.The car ride
Huling Na-update : 2025-06-30Don Julio: His Wicked Temptation Thorns
CATALINA They always talk about how power feels—how it tastes, how it dresses itself in velvet and gold. But no one ever talks about the silence that comes with it. The kind of silence that wraps around your neck like silk, until you realize it's a noose.I sat alone in the villa’s upper floor, watching the storm unfold below from the cracked window. The courtyard was a battlefield now. I could hear the gunshots—the bursts of rage and desperation, the metallic thunder of men who came to kill or die trying. The air smelled like blood and gasoline. It reminded me of home.Of the life I was born into.Of the crown I was never supposed to wear.And yet, here I was—queen of what? An empire built on fear, rotting at the center because one girl had walked in and reminded Don Julio that love still existed. Sarian. Even her name sounded soft. A name you’d whisper, not shout. A name that didn’t belong in our world of knives and secrets.But somehow, she had taken everything.Him. His loyalty.
Huling Na-update : 2025-06-29Don Julio: His Wicked Temptation Escaping
SARIAN My body felt like it didn’t belong to me anymore.The pain had settled deep in my bones—quiet but sharp. The ropes had dug into my wrists and ankles, and I could feel dried blood on my skin. I didn’t know how long I had been in this dark room. Hours? Days? Time had become a blur.But I was still breathing.That meant something.The weak light bulb above me flickered. My head ached, and the side of my face was swollen from where one of Catalina’s men had hit me. I tried not to cry anymore—my tears had dried up the night before.I was tired. Cold. Angry.But most of all—I was scared.I had no idea if Julio knew what had happened to me. No idea if anyone cared. Maybe I was going to die in this room. Maybe Catalina would win.I closed my eyes and whispered his name.*Julio…*A sound came from the hallway.Footsteps.I tensed.Not again. Please, not again.The door creaked open slowly, and I squinted, expecting another one of Catalina’s men.But it wasn’t.It was someone else.A ma
Huling Na-update : 2025-06-29Don Julio: His Wicked Temptation Kidnapped And Scared
SARIAN I woke up that morning with a strange feeling in my chest. It wasn’t pain, not exactly. Just a tightness. A pressure, like something unseen was sitting on me. I couldn’t name it. I couldn’t shake it. It sat heavy,like something was waiting for me, just outside the door. Something that didn’
Don Julio: His Wicked Temptation My Happiness
DON JULIO I came home soaking in more than just rain. My coat was soaked. My sneakers carried muck into the hallway. But my chest—the stuff beating behind my ribs—felt the heaviest. Not because of what I did. But now I have something to say. I should have felt stronger, walking away from Abr
Don Julio: His Wicked Temptation Our Bodies
Sarian .He was silent. He didn't say anything else. Not even when I set down the coffee next to him. Not even when I slipped out of the room. There was now a thick, crackling tension in the room. Julio's eyes which were heated but not icy or furious followed me. It was burning and starved.“ Leave
Don Julio: His Wicked Temptation The Angel Of Death
SIMEON Coughing out its last breath of steam, the train shook to a halt at a platform that appeared to have been unpainted since the last world war. The town was old and dirty and just when I got down, the smell of sweat and cheap perfume drifted into my nose.A cloying mixture of diesel, fumes an
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