★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~

I stayed very still. Not because I was brave. Not because I trusted him completely. Because every instinct in me said that moving—suddenly, wrongly—would make this worse.


His fingers slid carefully through my hair, separating strands that had stuck together with blood.


The touch was firm but deliberate, like he was handling something fragile he didn't want to break.


He didn't pull away. He didn't snap at me either. He just paused, hand hovering near my scalp, waiting.


"Sorry," I whispered before I could stop myself. The word slipped out automatically, reflexive and unwanted.


"You don't need to apologize," he said flat but not unkind. "Just tell me if it hurts."


It already did. Everything hurt. My head throbbed in deep, nauseating pulses, and my back felt like it had been split open and stitched back together wrong. But I nodded anyway.


Chapter 230 - Bandages