★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~

Long enough for three trays of champagne to sweep by though. Long enough for the music to shift from soft strings to something more upbeat.


And long enough for people to start whispering about the bride and groom taking their sweet time.


But there was still no sign of Romeo. No sign of Marina either. Nonna kept greeting people like she was the queen of this palace, and honestly… she kind of was.


I stayed behind her wheelchair, shifting my weight from foot to foot, pretending I wasn't scanning every doorway like some crazed stalker waiting for a man who shouldn't matter to me.


I wasn't. Just to be clear. Okay, maybe a tiny bit. But barely. Like… five percent. Maybe seven.


A hoarse voice cut through my mental argument. "Nonna Rosaria," a man greeted warmly.


Both Nonna and I turned—and instantly, something about him tugged at my memory.


Chapter 151 - Radiant