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TO HATE, TO TOUCH, TO RUIN
Last Updated : 2026-07-23
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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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His eyes stayed on my face.Beep.Beep.“Zach, don’t you dare—”His palm cupped my jaw, firm enough to keep my face turned toward him. His thumb rested beneath my cheekbone, far from the injection mark on my neck. His other fingers slid into my hair behind my ear.He leaned down.His mouth closed over mine.I flinched.My body tried to pull back, but the pillow and raised head of the bed held me in place. My hand lifted too late, my left palm only managing to touch his chest. The hard muscle beneath his shirt didn’t move an inch.Zach’s lips were warm.Too warm.Too familiar.The faint taste of black coffee and tobacco touched my tongue. Then something small and slick passed from his mouth into mine.Bastard.I closed my throat, pressed my tongue to the roof of my mouth, and tried to push it back. Zach deepened the kiss before I could.His mouth moved over mine with the calm of someone who knew I didn’t have the strength to truly fight him. His hand remained cupped around my face, sup
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He stayed seated on the edge of the bed, lifted the glass to my lips, and let my two fingers remain curled into his shirt while I drank.The last of the water went down more easily.Zach pulled the straw away before I could take another sip, then set the glass on the table. His hand returned to my face, his thumb brushing slowly beneath my cheekbone, as if making sure I was still solid and wasn’t about to turn into expensive dust all over Mama’s Egyptian cotton sheets.“I’m finding out who screwed this up,” he said.I blinked. “At the club?”“Everywhere.”No doubt.Zach Romano never investigated one room. He was probably tearing apart three countries, two pharmaceutical companies, and someone’s childhood just to find out who bought the needle.“And before you ask,” he continued, “I’m not telling you anything.”I scoffed. My voice was still rough, but the sound came out with respectable quality. My body might have nearly died, but apparently my irritation had been given priority care.
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I stared at him.He stared back.My mouth felt dry. “Water.”The word came out clearly.Low and rough, but whole.I froze.I swallowed, the pain only a small scrape now. “Water.”My voice.Actually my voice.It still sounded like I’d swallowed asphalt, but it was no longer dead air trapped in my throat. It had shape. It had tone. It had me.Zach’s eyes moved to my mouth.“It’s back,” I said quietly.The corner of his mouth shifted almost imperceptibly. “Sadly.”I smiled. My facial muscles did better this time. Both sides moved, though the right was slightly late, like it always had somewhere else to be.“Water,” I repeated. “Before I change my mind and die just to inconvenience you.”Zach picked up the glass from the table. His hand went straight to the bed controls, pressing the button with his thumb.The head of the bed began to rise. My body lifted with it, but my back still wasn’t strong enough to follow gracefully. My head slipped to the side. My neck tightened.Zach’s hand slid
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