Is Luca Moretti Active On Social Media Platforms?

Ambitious journalist Renee takes on her riskiest assignment yet: going undercover to expose the criminal empire of billionaire mafia boss Luca Delvecchio. Her mission is to seduce him, gather evidence, and bring his world crashing down. But as she gets closer to Luca, the line between deception and desire begins to blur. Now Renee must choose between the story of her career and a man who's as alluring as he is dangerous.

Five years into my marriage to Dante Moretti, the Don of the Chicago Outfit, the entire underworld knew he loved me more than life itself. He’d had a violin—for me—tattooed right next to his family crest, a symbol of loyalty that could never be erased. Until I got the photo from his mistress. A cocktail waitress, sprawled naked in his arms, her skin marred by the dark bruises of rough sex. She had scrawled her name right next to the violin he’d gotten for me. And my husband had let her. "Dante says only being inside me makes him feel like a man anymore. You can’t even get him hard anymore, can you, sweet Alessia? Maybe it’s time to step aside." I didn't reply. I just made a single call. “I need a new identity. And a plane ticket out.”

Elena Voss, the heiress to the world's largest media conglomerate, steps out of a private jet looking unassuming but is instantly mobbed by paparazzi. "Ms. Voss, what ended your four-year marriage to Mr. Black?" She flashes a confident smile. "Time to claim my trillion-dollar empire." "And the whispers of you seeing multiple suitors?" Before she can reply, a deep voice cuts in from the crowd. "All lies." Damian Black emerges, eyes locked on her. "I've got a fortune too, Elena. Why not take mine instead?"

My father sold me to the devil. Not because he wanted to. Because he had to. At least, that's the lie I told myself when I was delivered to the most feared mafia family in New York. The De Luca's. As payment for a war my father lost, I became Lorenzo De Luca's prize. His possession. His plaything. Before abandoning me, my father made me a promise. Spy on the De Luca's for two years, and he'll come back for me. So I waited. And somewhere between stolen glances, whispered conversations, and the dangerous protection of the man I was supposed to betray, I made the biggest mistake of my life. I fell in love with Lorenzo De Luca. The ruthless capo who could order a man's death without blinking. The monster everyone feared. The only man who ever made me feel safe. Then I overheard him call me nothing more than his dumb plaything. When the two years were finally over, my father never came. No rescue. Nothing. Determined to take back control of my life, I orchestrated my own escape. But escaping Lorenzo De Luca is impossible. Especially when my own family wants me dead. And especially when the only man capable of protecting me is the same man who broke my heart. Now I'm trapped between two worlds. One that sold me. And one that refuses to let me go. The deeper I fall into Lorenzo's darkness, the more dangerous our connection becomes. Because Lorenzo De Luca doesn't know how to love. He only knows how to possess. And when the truth about my father's betrayal finally comes to light, New York will burn. The only question is whether Lorenzo saves me from the flames... Or drags me into them with him.

As the flames engulfed my body in the underground warehouse, I used the last of my strength to call my brother, the new Don of the Moretti family. Just as I was about to draw my last breath, Lorenzo finally answered, his voice as cold as the Sicilian winter wind. "Isabella, what the hell are you up to now?" "Brother, save me…" My voice was barely a whisper, but he cut me off without a hint of mercy. "Can't you go one day without causing trouble?" "Liliana's debutante dinner is next week. If you don't show up, I'll drag you back here myself." He hung up without a second thought, completely oblivious to the desperation in my voice. Despair mingled with the searing agony that wracked my body as the flames danced higher, and I couldn't hold on any longer. As I closed my eyes, tears still trickled from their corners. You won't have to drag me back, my brother. I'm never coming back.

The night before my wedding, I found out I was pregnant. That same night, I found out my fiancé had already chosen another woman to give him his first child. Adrian DeLuca, heir to a mafia empire and the man who once swore I was the only woman he would ever love, came home carrying her perfume on his clothes and told me, as if it were the most reasonable thing in the world, that it was only a medical arrangement. His dead friend’s widow needed an heir, and after I had failed to give him one through sixty-six rounds of IVF, he had decided this was the best solution for everyone. I said nothing. I let him go on preparing the wedding. I let him believe I would still walk down the aisle and become Mrs. DeLuca. But while he was planning our ceremony, I was planning my disappearance. On our wedding day, the estate would still open its doors. The guests would still arrive. The ceremony would still begin. But the bride Adrian DeLuca betrayed would die there. By the time he learned the truth, that I had been carrying his child all along, I would already be gone under a new name, taking his heir somewhere he could never reach.