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TO HATE, TO TOUCH, TO RUIN
Last Updated : 2026-05-26
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As the wife of the Colombian cartel heir, Krystal Serrano is a symbol of diplomacy and control. Dressed in silk, wrapped in silence, and displayed like a crown jewel at the center of power. But behind the flawless smile lies a woman raised not just to survive, but to rule. When her husband's betrayal ignites a war with the Italian mafia, Krystal is taken. Kidnapped and hidden away by Zachary Romano, the young, ruthless Don who solves problems with bullets and buries questions with bodies. He thought he had captured a soft, obedient mafia wife. What he brought home was a storm in heels. Krystal doesn't beg. She doesn't break. Her silence provokes, her lips taunt, and her gaze slices deeper than any blade. Inside the stone walls of his private villa, control begins to slip. Hatred turns into tension. Tension burns into obsession. And in their world, love always comes with blood on its hands. The ring on her finger still binds her to a man who believes she belongs to him. But what happens when a woman like Krystal meets someone dark enough to understand her, broken enough to match her, and reckless enough to want her? Because there's a difference between loving a woman like Krystal… And trying to own her. And Zach Romano is about to learn—only one man can stand beside her. The rest will be buried.
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TO HATE, TO TOUCH, TO RUIN Too Pretty to Die Quietly
Zach didn’t answer fast enough.I looked at Diego. “Papa know?”Diego fired toward the bar. “We only found out when they breached the perimeter.”“The perimeter?” I let out a short laugh. “I went out for a drink. I wasn’t attending a NATO summit.”“Señorita…”“Don’t Señorita me right now, Diego.”Zach turned his head slightly. “Focus.”I stared at his back. “Don’t give me orders like I’m your wife.”“If you were my wife, I would’ve tied you to a chair fifteen minutes ago.”I smiled thinly. “Very healthy fantasy.”He fired to the side without taking his eyes off me. The man trying to move in from the left jerked back, his weapon dropping, his body hitting the floor.Zach kept looking at me.Kept.Looking at me.“This is not the time to fight me,” he said.“I’m not fighting you.”“Krystal.”“I’m considering my options.”“Your option is staying alive.”I didn’t answer.“For once, use that brain of yours to survive instead of stabbing at me.” He moved half an inch closer, close enough tha
Last Updated : 2026-05-26TO HATE, TO TOUCH, TO RUIN Blood & Neon
The glass blew inward, rough and brutal.A mess.Shards hit the floor, the tables, the shoulders of people ducking for cover. They bounced off my shoes and caught in my hair like confetti from hell.Zach shoved me down with one hand at the back of my neck.My chest hit his waist. My knees slammed into the floor, sticky with tequila and something I very much hoped wasn’t blood.Cheap alcohol, cigarette smoke, sweat, sweet perfume, and gunpowder all tangled in my nose. Five minutes ago, this club had been ugly in a fun way. Now it looked like someone had taken a bad decision, handed it an automatic weapon, and told it to run.“Zach…”“Shut up.”Naturally, a shootout was when his control issues decided to make a full comeback.I resisted the urge to bite his calf.Another shot hit the bar behind us. Bottles shattered. Brown and clear liquor sprayed everywhere like expensive rain with no class. People screamed.A woman crawled under a table with one shoe missing. Nicolás, the guy in the d
Last Updated : 2026-05-26TO HATE, TO TOUCH, TO RUIN A Kiss, a Lie, a Gunshot
He kissed me back.And it should have satisfied me.It should have.But Zach Romano had a way of turning defeat into something that still felt like a win, especially when I was the idiot standing there breathless because of him.His hand cradled the back of my head, his fingers sliding into my hair, already half-loose from the claw clip, pulling me close enough that my breath snagged in my throat. His mouth pushed deeper against mine, and my knees, traitorous little idiots, gave up immediately.Damn it.I kissed him back. I wasn’t a saint, and he wasn’t some moral test I could pass with one quick prayer.Both my hands rose to his neck and locked him, my fingers brushing the warm skin just beneath his hairline. He tensed beneath my fingers, just enough to give himself away. I liked knowing I could do that to him. I liked it too much. So I pulled him closer.A low sound rumbled out of his throat.Music slammed in from every direction. Someone near the bar shrieked with laughter. Shoes c
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TO HATE, TO TOUCH, TO RUIN Bare
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TO HATE, TO TOUCH, TO RUIN Serrano Circus
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TO HATE, TO TOUCH, TO RUIN Reminder
“Found.”The word clings to the back of my teeth as my brow tightens. The little sea glass is cold against my fingers, but my head feels smoked out.Found.Not I love you. Not I miss you. Not even something I could twist into sweetness if I were desperate enough to justify being an idiot again.Fou
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