★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~

Nonna had already wheeled beside her. Her hand hovered at Katya's back, not touching, like she was afraid the wrong contact might shatter her.


Nonna's face usually shar but calm was pulled tight with something close to fear. "Katya, tesoro," she murmured. "Look at me. Breathe."


Katya didn't. Her shoulders jerked again, breath coming in short, broken pulls that scraped against my nerves.


Her arms were locked around herself, fingers clenched so tightly the knuckles had gone white.


"Move," I said quietly. Nonna looked up at me, surprise flickering across her features. Just for a second. Then she shifted back without argument, giving me space.


I crouched in front of Katya, lowering myself to her level. The marble was cold beneath my palm as I braced myself, grounding.


"Katya." I kept my voice even. Steady. Commanding without pressure. "Look at me."


Chapter 241 - Terror