★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 gestured to the edge of her bed, her eyes already bright with expectation. "Sit, sit," she urged softly. "Come closer to me."


I did as she asked, easing myself onto the mattress with care, mindful of my back. The bed dipped beneath my weight, the familiar scent of lavender and old linen wrapping around me like something protective.


Nonna wheeled forward until she was right in front of me, close enough that her knees brushed the bed frame.


She studied my face the way only she ever did, not searching for weakness, but for truth.


"First of all, how was your night, mia cara," she asked gently. "Before I tell you about my dream."


I hesitated just a second too long. Her brows lifted, playful but sharp. "You slept well, sì?" 


Then, as if a sudden thought struck her, she added, "You didn't fall asleep in that cinema room, did you, hm?"


Chapter 211 - Dream pt2