LOGINAlessia De Santis was born into a legacy, but bred for obedience.She had a dream of being a fashion designer but it was swept under the rug because she was promised since birth to the calm and perfect Marco Bellendi, her life was meant to be polished, controlled, and silent. But one wild night shattered everything, and her parents shipped her off to Italy to “straighten out.” She expected lectures. She didn’t expect a secret marriage to the most feared mafia heir in the country,Lorenzo Vitale. She never imagined her bodyguard would be her ex…her step uncle! Salvatore Vitale, Lorenzo’s cold, dominant elder brother… the man who once destroyed her family, and the only one who ever truly saw her. As buried secrets ignite a deadly war, Alessia must choose: submit to the world she was born into, or burn it all down with the man who wants her body, her soul… and maybe her crown. Two brothers. One obsession. A dream which she dreams to fufil.And a queen no one saw coming.
View MoreThe grand hall was completely silent for several long seconds after the recording ended. Hundreds of people sat frozen in their seats, mouths open, eyes wide with disbelief. The air felt thick and heavy, as though the entire room had stopped breathing at once.Everyone was shocked.Salvatore stood near the side entrance like a statue, his face pale and his dark eyes filled with raw pain and utter disbelief. The strong, composed man who had carried me out of a warehouse now looked completely broken. Francesca’s parents rose slowly from the front row. Signora Moretti’s face had gone deathly white. She clutched her husband’s arm so tightly her knuckles turned white.“Francesca!” her mother hissed, voice shaking with fury and embarrassment. “What is the meaning of this? Explain yourself right now! Is this true?”Francesca stammered, her perfect mask shattering completely. “Mama… it is not… she twisted my words… I did not mean… it was taken out of context...”"Francesca how could you?" ask
Exams swallowed the next few days whole. I threw myself into them with a single-minded focus that left little room for anything else. Morning lectures, afternoon revisions, late nights bent over textbooks and design portfolios in the studio. I answered every question with precision, sketched every required piece with clean lines, and submitted my final projects without a single typo. I avoided Salvatore.Whenever he entered a room, I found a reason to leave it. When he offered coffee in the mornings, I thanked him politely and took my cup to the balcony. During dinner I spoke mostly to Guila or Lorenzo, keeping my replies short and neutral. He noticed. Of course he noticed. His dark eyes followed me constantly, heavy with questions he did not voice. Once, as I passed him in the hallway, his fingers brushed my wrist. I pulled away gently but firmly.“Not now,” I murmured.He did not push. He simply watched me with that quiet intensity that used to make my stomach flutter. Now it only
I sat on the edge of my bed long after Guila left the room, the phone still warm in my hand. Francesca’s voice kept replaying in my head like a broken record. Every arrogant laugh, every cruel detail, every time she said “I have Salvatore wrapped around my hand completely.” I should have felt rage. I should have wanted to storm across campus and slap the smugness off her face. But something colder settled over me instead. Clearer. Sharper.Confronting her immediately would give her exactly what she wanted: drama, attention, another chance to play the victim or the devoted fiancée. No. That was too easy. Too small.Graduation was only a few days away.The entire university would be there. Important families. Media. Photographers. Everyone who mattered in our circle. If Francesca wanted to brag publicly about her engagement to Salvatore, then I would destroy her publicly too.The thought bloomed slowly, dangerous and satisfying. I could see it already: the grand hall, lights bright, ca
Author's POV Giulia pressed herself against the rough brick wall of the university building, hidden behind a thick hedge of evergreen shrubs. The leaves scratched at her coat sleeves, but she barely noticed. Her heart hammered so hard she could feel it in her throat. She had not expected to find Francesca.The voice drifted through the open window of the student lounge, it sounded so confident and cruel. Francesca stood near the glass with her friend Sienna and they were laughing in that sharp and arrogant way that made Giulia’s blood run cold.“…and honestly, she bought every single word,” Francesca was saying. “I told her Salvatore was always meant for me, that she was just a distraction. Her face. Priceless. She actually believed she had a chance. Foolish girl.”Sienna giggled. “You’re evil. But brilliant.”Francesca leaned against the windowsill, crossing her arms. “Evil? No. I am just being strategic. Men like Salvatore need to be managed. He thinks he’s in control, but he’s bee
Salvatore’s POV The moment finally arrived.The lights dimmed just enough to make the runway feel like a sacred stage, a long, pristine ribbon of light cutting through the darkened hall. Every seat was filled. The air buzzed with anticipation. Francesca stepped out first.She glided down the runwa
By the time the car dropped me off at the house, I felt like my bones were made of melted wax. The excitement from school had drained out of me, replaced with the kind of exhaustion that lived deep in the chest, not the body.I dragged myself upstairs, tossed my bag on the bed, and collapsed face-f
I couldn’t sleep. Her words wouldn’t let me. “Don’t be a cheat.”That one sentence slammed into my chest over and over like a hammer striking bone. I kept replaying her face. Those red, wounded eyes,as if someone had carved them into my memory with a hot blade. That wasn’t anger. That was betrayal
SALVATORE’S POVThe moment she stepped out of the car, that faint little smile on her face did something to me I didn’t care to name. It wasn’t wide or obvious, just a soft curve tugging at her lips as she hugged her sketchbook close. But hell, that was enough. Her first smile of the day and I was
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