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Mariana's PovTime and time again, I’ve heard People say that there’s a fire burning in my soul, a fire threatening to reduce me to nothing but ashes, a fire that might make or mar me—only time will tell.But do I care? No.I have not a care in the world about what that fire does to me because I’m twice as dangerous. People might not see it, sometimes they look at me and think that I’m just another woman whose only concern is to whore around until her entire life is fucked up. Sometimes I’m overlooked because of my gender, especially in our world of crime.But I’m the danger you should avoid. I’m the danger that comes at you without warning. Everything about me screams danger but I made a choice a long time ago to suppress my demons.I suppressed the urge to be evil and all of a sudden, my life crumbled from every corner. And now, I’ve truly become just another woman. A daughter born to the Denaro’s. A daughter born to the most powerful family in Italy who’s been prepared to be marri

Mariana's Pov“Alexandr Radimr Vastlav. Thirty five years old. The newly named Pakhan of the Orekhovskaya OPG. In simple terms, the Crime boss of Bratva. First son of Vladimr Zakone Vastlav.”My slides pad against the floor as I make my way down the stairs, dreading the conversation that I’m about to have with mio padre.“His family and our family haven’t been great friends for years and it unnerves me how a son of Zakone would want to be in business with our family.”I stop midway, placing my palm flat on the wall, releasing a shuddered breath.“Something happened to me years ago, way before you and your brother were even conceived and the Russians were involved. Your uncle Ares gave them hell while I was stuck on a wheelchair.”I contemplate turning back around and heading back into my room but I don’t go with either option. I’m a loyal soldier and I’ll do what I have to do.“Years later, after I’ve had you and your brother, they connived with Marcelo and tried taking you both from

Mariana's Pov“Fuck this.”I’m pulled atop Alexandr’s laps, a gasp escaping my lips as I get comfortable on him, wrapping and interlocking my fingers around the back of his neck. His darkened silver eyes stare deeply into soul, leaving me completely bare and vulnerable before him.His bulge pushes into me from beneath and I gasp, taking the opportunity to grind on him as ragged breaths escape both our parted lips simultaneously. “You don’t know what you’re signing up for, Mariana.” He growls, his fingers digging into my waist, his shoulders tensing as his dick pulsates.I chuckle. “Like I said, I’d love to chance my luck.”And like a starved man, Alexandr’s lips land on mine. He kisses me with so much desperation, his teeth biting down on my bottom lip, his tongue competing with mine in a dance battle.I match his pace, not allowing myself to surrender completely to him.“Fuck.” I breathe, steadying my hands on his shoulders.He chuckles, heaving out a shuddered breath in an attempt a

Mariana's PovThree months later.Psychology.The biological science which studies the phenomena of conscious life, behavior, origin, developments and manifestations of human behavior.I’ve had three months to study and observe my husband’s random changes in behavior and I’ve come to a conclusion that Alexandr Radimr Vastlav suffers from dissociative personality disorder.In simple terms, my husband suffers from multiple personality disorder. Many of which I know and have come face to face with and many of which I have no idea of.At first, I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t come to terms with the fact that my husband is a man with many different personalities. But after a series of observations and series of events that has occurred since my marriage to Alexandr, I can no longer live in denial.It is important to embrace the problem before seeking out the solution.Slipping out of my robe, my fingers lazily trail across my skin, across every mark and every dent, across every bite mark

Mariana's PovIt’s dinner time and Radimr is back. We’re seated silently at the table, waiting for the chef to bring out our dinner. And as we wait, my body tightens with nervousness by the second.The tension radiating in the room is palpable, unnerving. Radimr’s eyes are lingering on me longer than I’d like them to, as though he searches for something, an answer, a truth.Did Alejandro tell him yet?Why’s he so silent?Why’s he staring at me like this?It’s bad enough that I had to deal with one crazy man. Now, I have two of them on my tail. Worst of all, they’re brothers.How do I get out of this mess?How in the hell did Alejandro discover so much about me under a few hours?Who’s he?What power does he hold?When he said he hates his brother, why did he mean?Is he someone I can trust to help me accomplish my goals in this house?My mind reels with questions, questions that demand immediate answers.“You’re sweating,” I hear a thick and heavily accented voice. It’s my husband. I