★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~

Her face brightened instantly. "There you are." The smile she gave me carried the same warmth it always did.


"Come here, my dear." I crossed the room. She reached for my hand the moment I was close enough.


"…I didn't sleep very well." She nodded knowingly.


"I suspected as much." Her thumb gently brushed across the back of my hand.


"I wasn't sleeping either." I looked at her in surprise. She smiled softly before turning her gaze back toward the gardens.


"Sometimes…" Her voice grew quieter. "Old women simply enjoy sitting with their thoughts." She gave a tiny laugh. "And the view helps."


I followed her gaze out the window. It really was beautiful. Utterly peaceful. A paradise of quiet safety. It was the exact polar opposite of the chaotic, terrifying thoughts currently running rampant through my head.


She gestured toward the empty, plush chair beside her."Sit with me for a little while."


Chapter 337 - Like my own.