★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~

The morning light slipped through the sheer curtains. I'd managed a bath, or at least the closest thing to it I could handle without unwrapping the bandages on my back and head.


The water had been lukewarm, just enough to rinse away the stickiness of sweat and fear. I hadn't lingered—every splash of water against my bruised skin reminded me of how fragile I still was.


I dressed carefully, pulling on the simplest clothes I owned: a soft blouse that didn't rub against my wounds and a pair of loose pants.


I avoided anything tight or elaborate. The slightest discomfort sent a prickling reminder of last night's chaos through my shoulders and spine.


Walking barefoot across the polished floor, I felt each step echo in the quiet halls. Every shadow, every flicker of light from the windows made me pause, forcing my breathing to steady.


The basement felt like a memory I couldn't shake—the chill of steel against my back, the weight of his gaze. And the kiss.


Chapter 210 - A dream