★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~

"…so, for the time being, you'll have to use a wheelchair." The bitch's voice dripped with too much calm.


Like she wasn't casually telling me I would be a cripple. "Come again?" I dared her, but the fool only folded her arms, clipboard tight to her chest.


"You can't walk yet. Your nerves need time to heal. So—"


"A wheelchair?" I cut in, disbelief curling my tone. "You want me… in a chair with wheels?" My gaze slid sideways.


Nonna sat there like royalty, her blanket draped neat, hands resting proud on her own wheels.


"I'm not even thirty and you're turning me into one of you people," I said, throwing a lazy hand toward her chair.


Her lips twitched. "You people? Che sfacciato."


"I'm serious, Nonna. I'm not doing the wheelchair thing. Not happening. I'd rather crawl."


Chapter 102 - Wheelchair