★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~

Elena smiled wider when she saw the way I stiffened, like she'd already learned something important about me without needing it explained.  "I would hug you properly," she said, resting a hand over her stomach with a soft laugh, "but my little one has decided my personal space no longer belongs to me."


Her voice was gentle. Musical in a way that felt earned, not practiced. "That's okay," I said quickly, then hesitated. "I mean—thank you."


She laughed again, quieter this time. "You don't need to thank me for wanting to hug you, cara."


Chiara groaned dramatically beside me. "See? I told you. She hugs everyone. I'm offended you didn't try anyway."


Elena shot her a look. "You're offended by breathing."


"That's because I do it too much," Chiara shot back easily, then turned to me, eyes bright. "Give it time. She'll hug you whether you're ready or not."


Chapter 257 - Hot.