MasukTorn between the billionaire who broke her and the mafia prince who’d kill to keep her. Three years ago, Victor Kane—cold, powerful billionaire—shattered Isabella "Bella" Moretti with one cruel sentence: “You’re too fragile for my world.” He walked away, leaving her heartbroken on the marble floors of his Manhattan penthouse. She rebuilt her life in Brooklyn’s shadows, vowing never to return to his glittering, controlling empire. But Victor doesn’t let go so easily. Now he’s back—wealthier, darker, more obsessive. Private jets, diamond collars, whispered commands in the dark: he wants her again. And this time, he’ll chain her to him forever. Then there’s Nico Moretti—her childhood best friend, the dangerously handsome heir to New York’s most feared crime family. The man who’s held her through every storm, buried her secrets, and never once demanded more. Until Victor reappears. Nico’s loyalty ignites into raw possession. His touches burn hotter. His eyes promise violence to anyone who tries to take her. He’s done waiting in the shadows. If she won’t choose him, no one else will have her. Two alphas. One rules boardrooms with ice and billions. The other rules streets with blood and loyalty. Both are dangerously obsessed. Both will destroy everything to claim her body and soul. In a deadly game of jealousy, betrayal, and scorching desire, Bella must decide: Surrender to the ex who once ruined her? Or fall into the arms of the best friend who’ll burn the world to own her? One woman. Two monsters. No safe escape.
Lihat lebih banyak"If we're doing this," Nico said the next morning, spreading a new set of files across the table — files that had materialized overnight through channels I still didn't fully understand, some combination of his own family's remaining connections and favors Victor's money could still call in — "we need to understand exactly what we'd be helping Konstantin against. Not just Dmitri as a person. His actual power base.""What have you found?" I asked."Dmitri's built his support on speed and brutality," Nico said. "Younger lieutenants, impatient with Konstantin's more cautious approach. He's consolidated control over the organization's Western European operations in the past eight months alone — faster than anyone expected, which suggests he's either extremely capable or extremely reckless, possibly both." He tapped a photograph clipped to the file — a man in his thirties, sharp-featured, cold-eyed in a way that reminded me uncomfortably of the men who'd once come for me on a dark island l
Victor's lawyers drafted three versions of the letter before I finally threw all of them out and wrote it myself, sitting alone at the kitchen table late that night while Nico ran security assessments in the next room and Victor made calls to people who could quietly expand Sofia's protection without alerting anyone to why.*Konstantin,**I received your letter. I won't pretend it didn't shake me — thirty-one years is a long time to learn you've been living under a name that was never fully true, and a longer time still to learn why.**I don't know you. I don't know what you want from me, and I won't pretend I trust your motives simply because we share blood. But I'd rather understand the danger you're warning me about than wait for it to arrive on its own terms.**I have a daughter. She is the only thing that matters to me in any of this. If you have information that protects her, I want it. If you have an agenda that puts her at risk in any way, I want to know that too, so I can pla
Sofia's birthday party went ahead exactly as planned two days later — a small, bright chaos of balloons and cake and a handful of other toddlers from her daycare group, Victor crouched on the floor in a suit jacket he'd stopped caring about ruining, Nico filming approximately four hundred photos on his phone like a man trying to memorize every second of ordinary joy before something came to threaten it again. I watched them both and felt the strange doubled weight of the week — genuine happiness sitting right alongside a fear neither of us had said out loud in front of Sofia, the letter locked in Victor's study safe, waiting for us to figure out what to do with it.We didn't get back to it properly until that night, once Sofia was asleep and the last of the balloons had been swept into a corner of the living room."I made some calls," Victor said, spreading a folder across the kitchen table — a new habit of ours by now, the same table where we'd first read Konstantin Volkov's letter,
We didn't tell Sofia's party planning stop for the crisis unfolding around it — Victor insisted on that, gently but firmly, arguing that whatever this letter meant, it didn't have to mean our daughter's third birthday got swallowed by fear the way so much of the past two years had been. So the streamers stayed half-hung in the doorway, and somewhere in the apartment a caterer's assistant called about cake flavors, and underneath all of it, the three of us sat at the kitchen table with a letter that had cracked something open none of us had seen coming."I want to know everything," I said. "Before we do anything else. Who the Volkovs actually are. What my mother ran from. I can't make a single decision about this until I understand what I'm actually dealing with."Nico was already on his laptop, the particular focus in his face reminding me of the nights he'd spent tracing Kessler's shell companies two years earlier. "Volkov," he said slowly, scrolling. "There's not much public — which
Nico’s POVThe dashboard clock glows 21:47.Less than three hours until wheels-up.The bunker feels like a coffin now—too quiet, too clean, too full of the scent of her skin and the ghosts of what we just did. Bella is asleep between us on the bed, curled on her side, one hand resting protectively
Bella’s POV The safe house feels too quiet after Nico leaves. The kind of quiet that presses against your eardrums, amplifies every drip from the showerhead, every creak of settling wood, every shallow breath you take while staring at that damning photo on the coffee table. Victor’s text is sti
Bella’s POVSunlight slices through the blackout curtains like a blade—thin, merciless, cutting straight across my bare hip.I wake up sore in places I forgot could ache.My thighs are sticky. My core throbs with a dull, satisfied pulse. There’s a faint bruise blooming on the inside of my left brea
Chapter 3: The Safe HouseBella’s POVThe rain has turned the city into a black mirror. Streetlights fracture across wet asphalt, headlights smear like wet paint, and every red light feels like a warning we’re ignoring.Nico drives with one hand on the wheel, the other still resting high on my thig






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