★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~

"Please," My trembling voice shook slightly as I was being moved from whatever place I was in with the others.


The sound of my own ragged breathing filled my ears, and my heart was pounding in my chest.


I had no idea where we were going or what lay ahead, but Mr. Antonio's words still echoed. My legs barely touched the floor as whoever—James?—held me.


The person moved like he was a machine, executing a well-rehearsed routine, changing directions left and right without warning.


The sudden movements left me disoriented. I still couldn't see, the effects of the injection rendering my vision useless, but I could sense the shifts in James's body movements.


The way his muscles tensed and relaxed as he moved, I knew we were heading down. The hall or corridor or whatever space we were in was as silent as a graveyard, but my heart was a different story altogether.


Chapter 81 - Who's he?