LOGIN"You were promised to me, Alessia, not even death can change that." Alessia Capone was born a mafia princess, powerful last name, perfect future and zero control. At just fourteen, her parents sold her into a blood-soaked engagement with Rino Lombardi, the cold, dangerous heir of Italy’s most feared criminal empire. He was obsessed from the moment he saw her. She hated him before he even spoke. To escape that fate, she ran straight into the arms of another man. A man who turned out to be worse than her worst nightmare. Now, decades later, Rino Lombardi is back. Widowed. Ruthless. More powerful than ever. And still maddeningly obsessed with the one woman who got away. He made a vow to himself. If he can’t have her willingly, he’ll burn the world until she begs to come home. But Alessia is no longer the young girl he once knew. She’s a queen in her own right. She’ll never kneel, never submit, not even to the devil she once escaped. ...Or will she? Because the man she swore to hate may be the only one she’s ever truly belonged to. And this time, he’s not asking.
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This story is for the women who’ve been told their time has passed. The ones who’ve been told that love has an expiration date. That passion has a deadline. I wrote this for you because you still deserve the butterflies. The soft moments and the sinful ones. The second chances and the wild, all-consuming kind of love. You’re not past your prime, you are the prime and anyone who can’t see that? They’re not the main characters in this story. So grab your wine, take off your bra, and settle in. We’re rewriting the damn narrative. ⊱⊶⊷⊶⊷⊰ DISCLAIMER This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and events are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is purely coincidental and unintentional. This book, including all its content, is protected by copyright laws. All rights are reserved by the author, and no part of this book may be reproduced, transmitted, or otherwise utilized in any form or by any means—whether electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise—without the express written permission of the copyright holder. Unauthorized use, reproduction, or distribution of this work is prohibited and may result in legal action. Copyright © 2025 by Jane Doe Writings. All rights reserved. ⊱⊶⊷⊶⊷⊰ TRIGGER WARNINGS! The following book contains imagery that some readers may find distressing. This book contains multiple explicit scenes that graphically simulate sexual assault, although every encounter is fully consensual. •Strong Language •Graphic Violence and Gore •Murder/Assassination •Torture •Gun Violence •Explicit Sexual Scenes This is a dark romance, which means love is messy, pain is part of the journey, and healing comes at a cost. Please take care of yourself while reading, and know that it’s okay to step away if anything becomes too overwhelming. Your safety and comfort matter more than any chapter. ⊱⊶⊷⊶⊷⊰ POINT OF VIEWS - POVs. This book is written in dual point of view. That said, not every chapter will alternate perspectives. The POV shifts will happen organically, when it makes the most sense for the storyline. Sometimes you’ll stay with one character for several chapters if that’s where the emotional weight or action is strongest. ⊱⊶⊷⊶⊷⊰ UPDATES SCHEDULE I don’t have a fixed update schedule for this book, you’ll definitely be getting updates, just maybe not every single day. Sometimes I might miss a day or two, and sometimes you’ll get two updates in a row. It all depends on my crazy schedule. Please know I’m doing my absolute best to keep things consistent while juggling exams, hospital rotations, and everything in between. Your patience and support mean the world to me, every comment, like, and read keeps me going, even on the tough days. ⊱⊶⊷⊶⊷⊰ AUTHOR'S NOTE Thank you so much for choosing to read my story, truly, it means the world to me. There are so many incredible books out there, and the fact that you decided to spend time with mine is something I don’t take for granted. If you enjoy the story, I would absolutely love to hear your thoughts. Your feedback not only helps me grow as a writer but also keeps me company during those long, solitary hours when it’s just me, my coffee, and my characters emotionally ruining each other. Thank you again for being here. I can’t wait to share more of this journey with you. ⊱⊶⊷⊶⊷⊰ With all my love, Jane Doe Writings. X O X O 💖Rino ─𖤝─ My arm throbbed, a hot, pulsing reminder of the bullet that had grazed me at the bottom of the hill. I could feel the blood soaking into my shirt, but I didn't care. The physical pain was nothing. It was background noise compared to the way my chest felt like it was being ripped open from the inside out. I stood there, looking at her. My wife. My life. My love. She was pressed against the wall, her eyes wide and terrified, staring at me like I was some kind of monster. "Why, Alessia?" I asked, and my own voice sounded like it was coming from miles away. I looked at the locket on the floor, then back at her. I felt this sick mix of love and pure, blinding rage. I’d spent years building this for us. Every move I made, every person I had to take off the board, it was all to get her here with me. "If I’m a liar, then what are you?" I let out a bitter, jagged laugh that scraped my throat. "You married me. You looked me in the eye and said the vows. But you never trusted m
Alessia ─ ∘❉∘ ─ The wheels hit the tarmac with a violent thud, a jarring reminder that I was thousands of miles away from my family. I didn't wait for the "fasten seatbelt" sign to turn off. I unbuckled and stood up, my legs feeling like lead. Rino reached for my arm, his face softened as if he hadn't just destroyed my entire life. "Alessia, let me—" "Don't," I snapped, pulling back so hard I hit the bulkhead. "Don't you ever touch me again." The look in his eyes was dark, but I didn't care. I turned my back on him and walked toward the exit. The flight attendant opened the door, and the warm, salty air of the Mediterranean hit me in the face. It should have felt like paradise. Instead, it felt like the smell of a prison. I stepped out onto the metal stairs, and the cold seeped into my feet. The grated steel bit into the soles of my bare feet. I stopped dead, staring down at my toes. I was still in my nightgown, showing more skin publicly than I ever did in my entire life, the l
Alessia ─ ∘❉∘ ─ I blinked, and then slowly stood up and wiped the tears off my face with the back of my hand, "You made a blood pact with me," I reminded him, "You looked me in the eye and said as long as I said yes... as long as I chose you, you’d never hurt the Capone name again. Not the men, not the businesses, nothing. You bled for it. You swore it. You shook my hand... were you lying even then?" "Alessia..." He let out a long, frustrated sigh, rubbing a hand over his face like I was the one being difficult. "Were you lying?" I repeated, stepping closer, my heart screaming for him to deny it. "I—" "Yes or no! Were you lying to me? Was every word out of your mouth a goddamn lie?!" "I can explain—" "Yes or no?" "It's not that simple—" "YES OR NO, GODDAMN IT!" I shrieked, the sound tearing through the room. "YES! I FUCKING LIED!" he snapped back, his temper finally exploding, "I lied, Alessia! Is that what you want to hear?" A cold, hollow feeling started in my fingerti
Alessia ─ ∘❉∘ ─ The video began to play, and the world simply stopped turning. It was a sight so visceral, so haunting, that it didn't just make my soul recoil, it made me want to die. I leaned closer to the screen, my eyes wide and stinging, because I saw Adriano. But I couldn't find him. I couldn't find my beautiful boy in that mess of purple, blue, and deep, wet red. His face was so swollen, so distorted by the bruises, that he looked like a stranger. "No," I choked out, the word catching in my throat, "No, no, no..." He was tied down to a chair, his arms lashed to the sides so tightly his hands were turning gray. A thick strap held his chest back against the slats, and his chest... God, his chest was stained with nothing but blood, and still trails of dark blood was still splashing onto his lap. Every time he tried to take a breath, his chest rattled, a wet, broken sound that tore through me. Suddenly, a hand appeared on the screen. A loud, sharp sob broke out of my chest
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