LOGIN[Warning: Mature content] "You're not Irina anymore," he whispered, " You're Isabella... my dead sister." When twenty-one-year-old Irina Wilson wakes up in the mansion of Lorenzo De Luca, the ruthless Don of Naples. She's given two choices, go to prison for a murder she didn't commit, or pretend to be his dead sister Isabella. Blackmailed into living a lie, Irina is forced to step into Isabella's world, a world of luxury, danger, and secrets she dosen't understand. But everything changes the moment a little boy calls her Mama. Now trapped between a child who believes she's his mother and a man who dosen't only want her but her body too, Irina begins to question who she really is. When Isabella's husband returns demanding his wife back, the truth she's been running from unravels. What Irina dosen't know is that she is not pretending to be Isabella, she is Isabella. A woman who survived death, lost her memory and fell in love with the man who destroyed her life. As lies crumbles, heart collides and blood debt becomes due, only one truth remains, love can be born even in the hands of the man who killed you.
View MoreLORENZO POV “No one can know about this. We don’t know if it’s Caterina or not. If she is the one, we have to get our hands on that crate before anyone,” Father warned, his voice low and firm. I glanced at Bellini, he gave a short nod. “How do we handle the Yakiuza's? They’re going to be a problem for us,” I asked, sliding my hands into my pocket.“We pay them off,” Father answered without hesitation. Then he paused and tapped ash from his cigarette. “But set a meeting with them, Bellini. Pay them, also get an insider.” “I’ll do that,” Bellini responded, straightening his jacket."We need to be careful and act like friends to both the Russians, Caterina, and the Yakuza's so we don’t get caught in their mess,” Father continued, exhaling smoke slowly. “That’s how you play the game, boys. Be the wolf in sheep’s clothing.” A thin smile spread across his face.“Send an insider to the Russians and the Yakuza's too. Let them gather information for us. Tell them if they’re caught, they
IRINA POV I paced up and down my room. The thought of what Isabella said kept disturbing my mind. I ran my hand through my hair. Could Lorenzo really do this? I knew he was stone-hearted, but a small part of me believed there was still some humanity in him. How could he push his sister off a cliff, and that too while pregnant? The thought wouldn’t leave my head as I continued walking around my room. “I need to get some air,” I muttered. I stepped out and closed the door behind me. The mansion was quiet with no one was in sight, but I was sure it was heavily guarded outside. I hurried down the stairs and headed toward Matteo’s room. Just as I reached for the door, it opened. Isabella walked out, holding Matteo’s hand.“Where are you going?” I asked, my brows furrowing.“We’re going to the mall, right Matteo?” she replied, turning to him with a smile that slowly spread across her lips.“Yes, mummy is taking me to the mall. We’re going to have some fun,” Matteo added excitedly.I f
LORENZO POV “The leader asked to see you,” Luca muttered as he stepped into my study. “What is the problem again?” I leaned back in my chair, eyes fixed on him. “The missing crate, it’s causing tension between him and the Yakuza's. He needs your help.” Luca stayed by the doorframe, arms crossed. A low chuckle slipped out of me. “If Father needs my help, the sky would have to come down for that to happen, he's proud of what he has.” “I’m just as surprised as you,” Luca replied with a shrug. “But he gave strict orders that you show up immediately. It might be worse than the case.” My jaw tightened. “What could be worse than the crates?”“Maybe an unavoidable war between the Yakuza's and the Russians,” he answered. I let out a dry breath. “I’ve thought about that. If the Russians attack, the Yakuza's will strike back twice as hard… and they won’t leave anyone alive.” “So who do you think will win?” he asked. I shook my head slowly. “I’m not betting on anyone. If they join for
IRINA POV I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to steady myself, everything felt wrong. What really happened between Lorenzo and me?The last thing I remembered was being drunk… him walking into my room… then nothing. Just darkness. But the ache in my thighs told me something had happened.I pushed myself out of bed and walked to the mirror. My reflection looked just as lost as I felt. I grabbed a towel and wiped my face, trying to clear my thoughts. The door creaked open, i turned slowly and Isabella walked in.I rolled my eyes and faced the mirror again.“Ouch… that was rude,” she said, shutting the door behind her and walking toward the bed like she owned the place.“Do you expect me to welcome you with a smile and open arms?” I asked, picking at my hair.“Well, yes,” she said, sitting down casually. “The same way you welcomed Lorenzo. Though… not with open legs this time.”My hand froze mid-motion. Heat rushed up my neck, but I forced myself to stay calm.“What do you want, I
IRINA POV Who does he want to kill? Is it me? Does Lorenzo want to shut me up?I wondered as I crept slowly behind Luci. I needed to find out who he wanted to silence. I followed him down the hallway and hid my suspicion.“Mrs. Isabella, I need to talk to you,” a voice called.I stopped walking as
IRINA POVI sat on the edge of the bed, my hands gripping the sheets as Lorenzo stood by the door. His eyes were sharp, and I felt my stomach twist with nervousness. “Irina,” he said, voice firm, “you need to act like you don’t know anything about Isabella. If you show that you understand her, you
IRINA POV“I’d rather be dead or taken the chance and end up in another mess.” I said to myself, hugging my legs.I thought my plan was perfect. Where did I go wrong? I didn’t do anything wrong. Lorenzo is a monster, and there’s no way you can escape a monster.A soft knock came on the door, I turn
IRINA POV Catarina’s voice echoed in the room.“No… that’s not Isabella.”My hands tightened around the broken glass on the floor. I kept my eyes on Lorenzo, waiting for him to say something but his gazed turned from me to Catarina. My chest felt tight, but I didn’t move. I didn’t blink. I knew if
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