★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 didn't remember leaving Nonna's room.


I didn't remember the hallway, or the stairs, or the sound of the maids still rushing around.


It echoed in my head like someone had whispered it directly into my bones.


I repeated it as I stepped out of Nonna's room.


Romeo liking someone was normal. Logical. Expected.


So why did my pulse jump every time I heard footsteps on the stairs?


Why did I keep imagining her—Marina—walking through the halls like she already belonged here?


When I didn't? By the time I reached the end of the hallway, my steps had slowed, my fingers curled into my palms without me noticing.


And that someone was her. My feet moved before my brain could keep up, carrying me down the corridor with no direction in mind.


Chapter 142 - God forbid but I was still jealous of how beautiful she looked.