Novel Web Mafia & Cerita Rebel Dark Romance

“I tilted my chin up. “You wouldn’t dare, Dante.” His lips curved. “Then, you don’t know me well enough.” “I never knew you well enough because you watched our child get squashed right in front of your eyes.” WHO ARE WE WHEN STRIPPED OF OUR NAME, FACE AND PAST??? Leila has always been in love with Dante Moretti who happens to be her best friend’s father, a man feared in the underworld and desired by every woman. When his wife dies mysteriously, Leila finally comes face-to-face with the monster himself. But one mistake, one forbidden night, destroys everything. Her best friend, Sienna Moretti, finds out… and ends her in the most brutal way imaginable. Leila dies in a pool of blood, whispering Dante’s name for help as he watches with a smirk on his face. Except fate doesn’t end her story. She wakes up in another woman’s body. A woman with a hidden past, a face tied to Dante’s enemies, and a chance to destroy everyone who destroyed her. Now reborn as Isadora Vale, Leila returns to a world of power, lust, and deception—not to love Dante, not to forgive him, but to make them all pay. However, what will happen when the devil and the demoness lock eyes for the first time?

They forced her into a marriage she never wanted. He married a woman he never asked for. From the moment they meet, every conversation is a battle, every glance a challenge, and every day another reminder that neither of them chose this life. But behind her stubbornness is a secret she'll do anything to protect. Behind his cold heart is a man more dangerous than the world believes. As old enemies emerge and buried truths begin to surface, the line between hatred and desire starts to blur. In a world where loyalty is earned with blood and betrayal comes at a deadly price, trusting the wrong person could be fatal. She thought marrying the devil would be the worst thing that could happen to her. She was wrong.

The safest cage is still a prison. In the blood-soaked underworld of Saint Petersburg, Danika Voronin has spent twenty-three years as her father’s golden trophy—beautiful, watched, and never free. When an anonymous hit lands on her head, the city’s most ruthless mafia don slams the gates shut and assigns her a new shadow: Kazimir. He is cold. Massive. Unmoved by her sharp tongue and prettier rebellions. He anticipates every escape, erases threats with terrifying speed, and watches her with an intensity that feels less like duty than hunger. Late-night inches become stolen heat. Every glance is a death sentence. Every touch is treason. Then Danika finds the encrypted files in his private vault, and the world splits. Kazimir is not a hired gun. He is the last heir of the rival bloodline her father butchered. He did not take this post to protect the Voronins. He took it to burn them from the inside and put a bullet in her father. Except the killer fell in love with his mark. Now a traitor is carving a coup from the shadows, and the man who was supposed to end her life is the only thing standing between her and a grave. The bedroom door no longer stays locked after midnight. The gun outside it has already chosen treason. Danika has one choice left: is the man holding the gun her ruin… or the only salvation she will ever want?