★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 water hit my shoulders in steady, heavy drops. Hot enough to sting, but not enough to burn.


Steam curled around me, fogging the glass and rising in thick waves, but it didn't drown out my thoughts.


I dragged a hand through my hair, pushing it back, and my gaze flicked up, straight into the mirror outside the shower.


Even through the fogged glass, the image was impossible to ignore.


Half of my face, raw lines filled with burnt scars, the reminder of hot iron rod that never fully healed.


The other half perfectly flawless with just a little healing bruise from yesterday. Two versions of me staring back.


The one the world feared. And the one I tried to forget. I didn't know why I kept looking.


Maybe because I'd spent years avoiding the sight. Maybe because Nonna's words from yesterday still clung to me like ashes.


"Non voglio perderti come ho perso mio figlio." I don't want to lose you like my son.


Chapter 135 - HALF MONSTER