★DARK ROMANCE★
^WARNING 18+,^

[5 CHAPTERS TO BE UPDATED ON NEW YEAR!]

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~

The meal ended with a quiet sense of finality. Miss Stella moved to clear the plates, her movements efficient and hushed, while Nonna watched me with that grandma vibe eyes.


I felt better—physically, at least. The hollow ache in my stomach had been replaced by a heavy warmth, but the rest of my body still felt like it was made of bruised glass.


My skin felt tacky, the dried sweat of a fever and the lingering dust of the hallway making me feel itchy and restless.


Nonna tilted her head, her gaze lingering on the dark smudge of dirt on my collarbone. "Mia cara," she said softly, "I think it is time we got you into a bath."


I blinked, my eyes darting toward the massive, dark-tiled ensuite bathroom visible through the open door. "A bath?"


Chapter 185 - Clothes