All her life Gia had known she would be married off to the oldest heir of the Armani family but when he suddenly dies weeks before the wedding, she is handed over to his youngest brother, Vito Armani. Vito Armani is the next head of the Italian Mafia after his brother dies. He's cold, unfeeling and completely emotionless. When Gia comes into his life he can't resist her. She's delicate and innocent and he wants to ruin her and taint every inch of her. However there are obstacles in their ways; the truth about Gia threatens to break their relationship. Gia's arrangement to marry into the Armani family was calculated by Giovanni, Vito's father. He wants to use her to hurt her family and to destroy them for a crime her father committed against the Armanis, but Vito wants to protect her and shield her from everything. Vito is Gia's sexual awakening, pleasuring her in ways she didn't know existed. She is a virgin, and her innocence and purity is what draws Vito to her. Beyond her body and the intense pleasure she gives him, he falls in love with the shy little girl inside. Massimo Armani, Vito's older brother falls in love with Gia as well, finding her at her weakest moments and giving her the care she desperately needs. When Vito's mistress finds out she's pregnant with the first grandson of the Armani Clan, everything comes crumbling down. Gia finds comfort and consolidation in Massimo's arms again. Will she give up on Vito, or stand by him like he stood by her? . . . Vito's eyes rover all over my body. "Strip." His voice was a command, dominant, rough and it made my panties dampen a little more when I thought I couldn't possibly get wetter.
View MoreDengan penuh rasa syukur dan penghormatan, saya mempersembahkan kisah ini kepada para pembaca yang telah bersedia meluangkan waktu dan hati untuk menyelami perjalanan panjang yang tertuang dalam Dosa dalam Cinta. Sebuah kisah yang lahir dari refleksi atas cinta yang tak terungkap, pengorbanan yang tak dihargai, dan luka yang tak pernah benar-benar sembuh.
Sejak awal, cerita ini bukan hanya tentang dua hati yang saling bertaut, tetapi juga tentang bagaimana cinta bisa menjadi sumber kebahagiaan sekaligus kehancuran. Cinta tidak selalu berakhir dengan kebersamaan, seperti yang sering kita harapkan. Ada kalanya, cinta justru menjadi pengikat yang menyeret seseorang ke dalam kegelapan, membawa mereka ke jalan yang penuh duri dan penyesalan.
Melalui perjalanan Satrio Kusumo, seorang pria yang harus menghadapi kenyataan pahit tentang pengkhianatan dan kehilangan, serta Citra Anindita, seorang wanita yang mencintai dalam diam tetapi justru harus membayar harga yang paling mahal, saya ingin mengajak para pembaca untuk melihat bahwa tidak semua cinta berakhir dalam pelukan. Kadang, cinta adalah pengorbanan. Kadang, cinta adalah kehilangan. Dan kadang, cinta adalah sesuatu yang harus dilepaskan demi kebahagiaan orang lain, meski hal itu menyisakan luka yang tak terobati.
Saya percaya bahwa setiap kisah memiliki jiwanya sendiri, dan setiap karakter dalam buku ini hadir bukan hanya sebagai tokoh rekaan, tetapi sebagai cerminan dari emosi manusia yang nyata. Sekar Puspita, yang penuh ambisi dan ketakutan akan masa lalu, adalah potret dari seseorang yang berusaha keras mengendalikan hidupnya tetapi justru terjebak dalam rencana yang ia buat sendiri. Rangga Adibrata, dengan kelicikannya yang terselubung di balik sikap bersahabat, adalah gambaran dari pengkhianatan yang sering kali datang dari orang yang paling kita percaya.
Namun, lebih dari sekadar tokoh dan alur cerita, kisah ini berbicara tentang takdir. Takdir yang tidak bisa dilawan, tidak bisa diubah, tetapi bisa dihadapi dengan keberanian. Kita semua memiliki masa lalu yang tak bisa kita hapus, keputusan yang kita sesali, dan perasaan yang kita harap bisa kita buang, tetapi pada akhirnya, semua itu tetap menjadi bagian dari diri kita.
Dalam menulis cerita ini, saya merenungi banyak hal tentang cinta, pengorbanan, dan perjalanan manusia dalam mencari kebahagiaan. Saya bertanya-tanya, apakah cinta yang tulus selalu membawa kebahagiaan? Ataukah cinta terkadang justru membawa lebih banyak penderitaan daripada yang bisa ditanggung oleh hati?
Saya ingin pembaca merenungkan sendiri makna cinta setelah membaca kisah ini. Apakah cinta adalah sesuatu yang harus diperjuangkan mati-matian, ataukah kadang cinta justru harus dilepaskan demi sesuatu yang lebih besar? Apakah cinta sejati adalah tentang memiliki, ataukah tentang merelakan?
Pada akhirnya, Dosa dalam Cinta bukan hanya tentang kisah Satrio dan Citra, atau Sekar dan Rangga. Ini adalah tentang kita semua, tentang bagaimana kita pernah jatuh cinta, bagaimana kita pernah dikhianati, bagaimana kita pernah berusaha sekuat tenaga untuk mempertahankan sesuatu yang akhirnya tetap pergi.
Saya berharap bahwa kisah ini bisa menyentuh hati, membangkitkan emosi, dan membawa pembaca ke dalam perenungan yang mendalam tentang kehidupan dan cinta itu sendiri.
Terima kasih kepada semua yang telah mendukung proses penulisan cerita ini—kepada sahabat, keluarga, dan para pembaca yang selalu percaya pada kekuatan sebuah kisah.
Semoga kisah ini bisa menjadi pengingat bahwa cinta, dalam segala bentuknya, tidak selalu berakhir bahagia, tetapi selalu memiliki makna yang mendalam bagi mereka yang mengalaminya.
Selamat membaca, dan semoga kisah ini beresonansi di hati Anda.
Dengan penuh rasa hormat,
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Malina introduced me to all her acquaintances; mafia wives, high class socialites, assistants to the mafia; everyone. These women looked at me as if I was their idol, asking me all about my life, but in a very respectful manner. There was nothing colorful to tell, of course. I was invited to several luncheons and high teas which really flattered me. I guess I really was a big deal now. Suddenly everyone thought Vito was the perfect husband because of the necklace. I was shocked, still grateful, but that didn't make our marriage any better. I ended up enjoying myself a bit at the auction. Cassio personally invited me to his after party which I politely declined because I thought Vito would want to leave. "Have you seen Vito?" I asked Malina as I had looked all around the ballroom. Malina shook her head, taking a sip of her champagne. "No, i haven't. You don't see him?""No. He just vanished."I was about to go off looking for him outside when Malina stopped me. "Honey, don't worry a
I stared at my reflection the mirror, stunned. I looked...beautiful. I felt beautiful. My hair was tied up into a sleek high ponytail with a side part swoop decorated with rhinestones. My makeup was minimal and natural but elegant. The dress Vito had chosen was very simple; a tight ankle length white dress that hugged my body, shaping my figure. It was strapless, because around my neck sat the auction's most prized possession.I was aware that I was merely a mannequin to display the necklace, but I was a very pretty looking mannequin. I wore very light makeup, little diamond studs and a plain white dress with white heels because the necklace was meant to stand out. My mother entered the room and gasped at the sight of me. I turned to her with a slight smile. "Cara, you look beautiful!," she exclaimed. I looked back into the mirror and nodded agreeably. Once the makeup artist did a few more touch-ups and was satisfied, I went downstairs with mamma. Vito was waiting for me in the lo
As the days went by, school was getting a little bit better. Everything was done for me, and teachers went to extreme lengths for my comfort. I found myself actually growing to like the attention I attracted everywhere I went. It was nice to be treated like royalty. Back in America I had just been another student. Here I was the student. "Gia!" Allegra called out as she raced to my side at the cafeteria door. I smiled at her as she grinned me. She was like a golden retriever. She just wanted to be petted. Allegra was the only person who called me by name. She was the only person who felt no sense of boundaries from saying or doing whatever she wanted with me and I liked it. Although it was nice getting royalty type of treatment, it was also nice to have someone who looked and talked to me like a normal person. She adjusted her massive red glasses. "What should I get for you?" Allegra beamed as she waited for my answer. She dressed like a grandma. Or a cat lady. Oversized think woo
It was Massimo who dropped me off at school on my first day. I sat in the back seat of his Rolls Royce beside him as we arrived at the University of Milan. I could see some students looking at the car as it passed by them, seemingly impressed. I sank into my seat, suddenly so nervous it made my stomach hurt. “What’s wrong?” Massimo looked down at me, his eyes full of concern. “Che cosa, sei malato? (Are you sick?)”I bit my lip as I couldn’t help but blush. He was just too good looking. Too perfect. Just like his brother. Curse the Armani brothers. The one I desperately wanted to want me didn’t. The one who wanted me I couldn’t have. Fucking hell. I stared into Massimo's deep eyes, lost.Shaking my head, I snapped out of it, clearing my throat, trying to shake the thought out of my head. “I’m fine. Just a little nervous, “ I admitted. Massimo scoffed with a surprised chuckle. “Nervous? Sei bellissima (You look amazing).”I glanced down at my designer mini black dress with beautiful
I watched Massimo bite into his steak and cheese sandwich, closing his eyes in delight to savour the taste. "Don't stare," he suddenly chuckled. "It's rude."I rolled my eyes, my lips curving into a smile. "It's only rude when I do it, but everybody else does it," I pointed out as I turned to look around the restaurant. All the women were gawking at him, but he didn't seem to mind. I looked back at him, and he just smiled innocently. "The difference between you and them is that I could have any of them if I wanted to," he leaned forward, "but you, you're the forbidden fruit. Reserved for my brother."I scoffed, ignoring the blush that crept onto my cheeks. "Yeah I'm reserved alright."Massimo leaned back in his chair, wiping his mouth with a napkin. "Trouble in paradise?""It was never paradise to begin with," I shook my head. "That's what happens when you take two strangers and force them together. He's sleeping with this girl, Akira. I bet he's with her right now."Massimo nodded
I peeled my eyes open as I rolled around. The bed was too warm, and the sheets stuck to my skin. A loud groan eascaped my lips. I felt completely exhausted, even if I had just woken up. My eyes lingered to my side where Vito laid peacefully, shirtless with black pants. Fucking hell. His abs and muscles gave him a sculptured look. I laid back down, watching him, not in a creepy-stalker-way, but in more of a maybe-he's-not-so-bad-way. I hardly remembered a single thing that had happened the previous night. I knew for a fact I had probably irritated the shit out of him, but that's okay. It was his fault I had that much to drink anyway. I pulled the duvet off me, getting up, but stopped in horror when I realized that I was naked. I still had my panties on, but who knew what the testa di cazzo (dickhead) had done to me? I gasped as I immediately covered my body, looking back at Vito.The son of a bitch fucking raped me. I didn't feel any pain, however, aside from a slight headache which
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