★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~

By the time the music started thinning into echoes and the bonfire burned low, I already knew. I didn't even have to look at Chiara properly—just the way her laughter had gone louder, looser, spilling over itself like it couldn't find where to stop.


I sighed, long and slow, tipping my head back to stare at the stars.


Of course.She had promised. She'd even sworn it—hand to chest, dramatic as ever. But Chiara and alcohol had always had an understanding I was never part of.


She knew how to drink. Too well. Knew exactly how far she could go… and always pushed a step past it.


"Chiara," I said, slipping my arm around her waist as she stumbled sideways, nearly face-planting into the sand.


She laughed like I'd just told the best joke in the world. "I'm fine," she declared, words stretching as she leaned heavily into me. "See? Walking. Perfectly."


I tightened my grip. "You're zigzagging."


Chapter 267 - Michael in Italy.