★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~

I forced myself to take a step, then another. Each one slow and deliberate, like my body was trying not to set off a trap.


My eyes stayed low until they flicked toward Marina, who looked perfectly content, almost glowing, completely unaffected by the silent war humming at the table.


She adjusted her hair, crossed her legs, and smiled faintly—like she was royalty and the rest of us were just furniture.


Then my gaze met Adelasia's again. No warmth. No welcome. Just a sharp, quiet warning that slid right under my skin.


Breath Katya, breath. I had to remind myself to breathe. Had to remind myself that Nonna was here.


But the thought of sitting at the same table with Adelasia, with those eyes following me, made my stomach twist.


I edged closer to my seat, every movement deliberate, calculated, careful. I could almost feel her measuring me, weighing my every step, anticipating my fear.


Chapter 118 - The Valerios