★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 wasn't even entirely sure which part I found unbelievable. The fact that he'd walked into my room without warning. Or the fact that he'd somehow managed to leave without saying a single word.


Marching toward my wardrobe with considerably more determination than before, I pulled both doors open.


Rows of neatly arranged clothes greeted me. All through these six months in Italy, Nonna had been the best to me. 


Normally, I'd spend several minutes deciding what to wear. But not today. Today I couldn't have cared less.


Without giving myself time to think, I reached inside and grabbed the first comfortable outfit my hands landed on.


A soft charcoal-grey hoodie. Black joggers. Simple and Comfortable.


I shut the wardrobe with my hip before carrying everything toward the dresser near the bathroom. The robe slipped from my shoulders moments later, landing in an untidy heap across the cushioned bench beneath the mirror.


Chapter 319 - Completely at ease