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What happened exactly? Romeo took the photo and turned it over. Maybe he found a clue. "The moon is getting brighter, and the prince is still sleeping." "What should we do with these two lovebirds?" "Destroy it! Destroy it completely without remaining." "No one will feel pain, for darkness will reign!" Romeo's chest thumped. This is written in blood ink. Romeo could smell the fishy smell in there. Jordan wants to destroy who? Rena or himself? Or even a palace?

And their sons were the victims of the hatred that was taking over between them. When Romeo and Julius fell for each other, they did not know that they were starting a war. They never knew that the spark of affection that was burning between them could set the whole villages alight. There Romeo was fighting for his life after he had been brutality attacked by a group of men and boys of the Dlamini clan. He was in great pain when a flash of memory crossed his mind. "Julius", he thought to himself. Once the name 'Julius' rang in her head, he panicked. Everything was blur. His memory could not collect everything that was happening around him. The name of Julius was the only thing he remembered.

Matteo Romano stood behind a desk carved like an altar, a rare bottle of Barolo already uncorked. He poured two glasses without asking. “To contracts sealed in blood,” he murmured, raising his. Bianca accepted hers, though her hand trembled. The wine burned rich, sweet, and heavy on her tongue like temptation, like poison. For the first time, he spoke of himself not as Il Re di Ferro, but as a boy who learned early that mercy was weakness. He revealed fragments, carefully chosen, like daggers disguised as confessions. Yet every detail bound her tighter to his world.

“No, thanks.” Matteo mirrored my position, his gangly legs shooting straight out, and locked in on the night sky. I’d overheard Daddy say Matteo was very smart, and he even skipped a grade last year. He said he’d be just like Mr. Vitale. Sometimes he even talked like him. Of course, I wasn’t all that impressed. After a long silence, he said, “There’re a billion stars, Nutella girl, and they all shine for you. My mama shines for my pa, but you will shine for me. Right?”

“A luxury? You’ve taken everything from me, Luca. You’ve taken my trust, my love… my very soul, and for what? So you can feel powerful? So you can watch the world burn?” His face hardened, and he stepped closer, his tone cold. “I am Luca Romano. I built this empire from nothing. I made sacrifices—sacrifices that you, with your naïve heart, could never understand. And if I have to do it all over again, I will.”

Or will loving Damian Vercetti cost her the last piece of herself she has left? *************** AUTHOR'S NOTE Hey, reader. Let’s get one thing straight this is not your sweet, safe mafia romance. This story is dark. Twisted. Obsessive. There are moments that will make you pause, ache, maybe even rage. Damian Vercetti is not your redemption arc. He’s power without apology. Possession without permission. And Isabella? She’s not the damsel she’s the storm trying to survive the fire. If you’re here for roses and candlelight, this isn’t your book.

He wasn't so drunk that he couldn't appreciate that. "She made promises when she was in Italy that I now see were lies," Raphael said, looking up at Ben. "What? What promises did I make?" Gabriella asked. Raphael refused to look at her, so he spoke to Ben. "She was all soft and touched me frequently when we met. She told me that I should come to America and she would show me the sites and make sure I enjoyed myself. Her... kisses were sensual." The man was struggling, and Ben knew what he meant by her kisses. Gabriella was, by nature, a sensual woman, but this was probably, hopefully, a case of misread signals. He turned to look at Gabriella, who was looking concerned. Ben became worried whe

Footsteps walked into the living room, and I raised my head slowly, my throat tightening when I met his gaze. The intensity, the burning desire, the way his eyes darkened with something forbidden like he wouldn’t hesitate to take me right there. My pulse stumbled, my heart betrayed me, and my composure threatened to slip away. Damien stepped forward, his eyes on me the whole time without sparing a glance at Caterina. She faced him, but he didn’t look away, not even for a second. Standing a few away, his lips parted to speak, words that further fueled my uneasiness and anxiety.