★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 place was empty. The table was bare. Even her bedside stand—where a flask always sat—was completely cleared.


"Where's your water?" I asked again, voice tightening. "I am fine, Katya." She dabbed her lips with a handkerchief, forcing the cough to settle.


"That wasn't a tickle," I said, already moving toward the door. "I'll get you some from the kitchen."


"No, no—cara, sit." She reached out a hand, trying to stop me. Her breathing had already steadied. Her voice was calm again. "Really. There is no need."


But my heart was still thudding. I didn't like how that cough sounded. I didn't like how quickly it came and how fast she tried to hide it.


"With respect, Nonna," I said gently but firmly, "just let me bring some. In case it happens again."


She looked at me—longer than before. Longer than comfortable. Like she was reading every thought running through my head, every fear, every worry.


Chapter 138 - DONNA?