★DARK ROMANCE★
^WARNING 18+,^


In a world dominated by organized crime and ruthless power struggles, a tangled web of trauma, revenge, and forbidden passion unfolds.

Katya Volkov, the stunning but vulnerable daughter of the Russian Mafia's feared right-hand man, has endured a childhood of unrelenting brutality and neglect. 

Growing up, Katya was repeatedly tormented by her father's resentment, leaving her emotionally shattered and unloved.

However, Katya's life was about to take a much darker turn. Romeo Salvatore, a name that was both feared and respected, emerged from the shadows.

His traumatic past has left an indelible mark on his soul, rendering him cold and detached. 

Seeking retribution, Romeo launches a daring invasion of the Volkov's heavily guarded estate. He captures both Katya and her abusive father, subjecting them to merciless torture.

Convinced of Katya's complicity in her father's heinous crimes, Romeo executes her father and condemns Katya to a life of hellish slavery.

Yet, as time passes, the boundaries between captor and captive begin to blur. Katya and Romeo find themselves inexorably drawn into a forbidden bond, igniting a fiery passion that threatens to consume them both.

Torn between his thirst for revenge and his burgeoning desire for Katya, Romeo is forced to confront the darkness within himself, would he be consumed by lust, passion and possibly love or would he stay loyal with his beliefs.

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~This story is an enemies to lover type so don't expect all fluff and rainbows.
~Weak to strong female 
~ML is ruthless, don't expect him to be a saint. 
~No rape
~humours, laugher, tears and blush.
~ And lastly, this story is not for the weak hearted~

Light pressed against my eyelids. My head throbbed in slow, uneven pulses, and my limbs felt like they belonged to someone else—heavier than they should be, foreign, disconnected.


I blinked. The room swam around me. Familiar shapes blurred at the edges: the wardrobe, the low table, the white walls, the window catching the weak morning light.


My chest rose and fell, but the rhythm was uneven, shallow. Something warm pressed against my arm. A small stir nearby. My eyes drifted to the bed beside me.


Her head rested on a pillow too close for anyone's comfort but hers. Thin lines of fatigue carved her face, her hair loose against the pillow.


Her lashes fluttered, and as I shifted—tentatively, painfully—her eyes opened. Small, wary, and immediately aware.


"Mia cara," she whispered, her voice hoarse but soft, carrying a weight I didn't have the strength to lift.


Chapter 251 - Leave