LOGINTRIGGER WARNINGS ️ This is a dark romance, it contains explicit sexual and violent content with morally grey characters that will make you consider ripping your hair out. *** Gabriella Leone is the illegitimate daughter of the Don of the third most powerful Italian mafia clan—a truth that makes her both protected and despised. Though she is her father’s favorite, it does nothing to shield her from the cruelty of her stepmother and sister. After years of quiet suffering, Gabriella is finally exiled from the Leone family and erased from the world she was born into. Five years later, she rises to the top of the music industry, building a life far from violence, fear and secrecy. As alliances weaken and war looms within the Italian underworld, Marco Vitale emerges as the unseen force controlling the syndicate. Ruthless, calculating, and dangerously obsessed, Marco has spent years protecting Gabriella from the shadows, bound to her by guilt, secrets, and a past soaked in blood. On the night of her first concert, Gabriella becomes the target of her father’s enemies. Marco intervenes personally, shattering the distance he once swore to maintain. Gabriella never intended to fall for a made man, but every secret meeting, every stolen moment, every heated encounter with Marco Vitale chips away at her defenses. Drawn into a love built on secrecy and obsession, she soon learns that the most dangerous thing about Marco isn’t his power… it’s what loving him will cost her.
View More“You hung up on me?” Marco said immediately I answered the phone, disbelief coating his cool voice.This brought a smile to my face in spite of myself.I switched to the speaker phone before he finished speaking.Beads of sweat trailed down Stephanie's forehead despite the room temperature being relatively cold.“I didn't want to delay you any longer,” I drawled. “Aren't you on your way to eat the delicious breakfast your girlfriend prepared for you?” Marco tone dropped to a deadly frost, like ice coating a resting lava.“What girlfriend, Principessa?”I raised a brow at Stephanie who was desperately mouthing the word ‘please’, while struggling to stand on her own feet.Her pride from earlier was completely striped, in its place was a trembling mess I found myself feeling sorry for.“The woman in your apartment of course,” I replied. “Isn't doctor Stephanie your girlfriend?”The sound of Marco's groan filled the room from the phone. I could imagine him running a hand down this handso
“You're still here,” I commented half heartedly. Stephanie looked at me with an egoistic expression, cocking an eyebrow.“Of course,” she said. “I visit Marco so often, this house is practically a second home at this point.” She gestured towards a chair at the kitchen table. “Please have your seat.”I almost scoffed at the fake politeness.As if she was the hostess!My gaze swept over the assortment of food littering the marble table. They all looked foreign, nothing like the junk we swallow for breakfast here in the US.“They're all Italian dishes,” Stephanie answered my thoughts. “Marco's favourite.”A bitter taste filled my tongue. How could she know Marco's favourite dishes? Was this a ruse or was there really some closeness between her and Marco?My eyes twitched. I swallowed the bitter taste causing the foul sensation to scratch my throat incessantly.I had enough self awareness to recognise what I was feeling as pure jealousy. Over a man I barely knew.Not like he was ready
Sunlight penetrated through the gaps between the thick grey curtains in gentle streaks, delicately warming my face despite the glass wall.I rubbed my eyes with my fists, fully awake, then spotted my belongings on the chair Marco sat in last night before we—*Cough! Cough!*It must've been the drugs. Last night, I was a little too bold. If not for Marco's impressive restraint, I'd have willingly slept with him.My phone, clothes and a new shopping bag were arranged in a neat pile.My interest piqued and I quickly slipped out of bed to access the items.My clothes had been dry cleaned. They smelled faintly of my perfume with a mix of expensive laundry soap scent.A new set of clothes occupied the fancy shopping bag.Although the dizziness of being drugged two nights ago was long gone, it wasn't forgotten.Sophia played a number on me, attempting to defile me with her disgusting nephew in a club room. I intended to make her pay for it.After taking a quick bath, I scrolled through my ph
Frustrated, I thrust my hip upward, pressing myself against his hard knee. And almost melting once the satisfying feeling of applying pressure on that insistent ache washed over me.Marco slipped his free hand under me, swiftly pulling out my legs, which I'd been sitting on, and spreading them a little to give himself more room.But he still wasn't touching me!I've never been this intimate with anyone before, but I knew exactly where I wanted his hands: not on my waist rubbing tantalising circles that drove me to the edge of insanity.As if he sensed my thoughts, Marco broke away from my neck to look down at me.I immediately got lost in his sharp, phoenix like gaze.“Tell me what you want.”It was a plea and a command fused into his cool voice.“I… I…” I stuttered that single word, unable to form anything more within my fogged head. Marco's arm circled my waist, holding my back so it wouldn't strain from my position against the headboard.“I need to hear you, Principessa.” His dee
The cool touch of his ring on my neck was a contrast to his warm breath. Biting down on my bottom lip was all I could do to suppress the whimper that almost escaped.Like salvation, something vibrated loudly in my jacket.Flora's phone.Marco pulled away like a cold breeze and was out of the bathr
I slammed on the brake but the car still ran into the tree trunk ahead.The brake only softened the impact of the crash slightly.My head bounced off the air bag.Fortunately, I didn't sustain physical injuries but the bonnet was smoking.I just sat there for a few minutes like I was in a trance.“
What are the odds that the moment you step onto the big stage you've worked your ass off for in the last five years, that a big bad wolf would appear to huff, and puff, and blow your dreams away?Mine was a complete hundred percent.Whoever was after my life was the big bad wolf.Last night didn't
I woke up in my bedroom.The only evidence of the chaos that ensued last night was my broken glasses on the night stand.Although I could manage without my glasses, without them my vision was slightly blurry. Especially in the daytime.Anxiety kicked in the moment the cold rim of the pink glasses t












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