Isla Romano’s life was shattered the night Antonio DeLuca, the ruthless mafia boss, murdered her father before her eyes. Consumed by grief and vengeance, Isla sets her sights on the one person she holds responsible: Antonio’s son, Dante DeLuca. But as she infiltrates the DeLuca empire, seeking to destroy the man who ruined her life, Isla finds herself entangled in a dangerous game with Dante—one she never expected. Dante is everything Isla hates, yet there’s an undeniable connection between them that pulls her deeper into his world. Her mission was simple: destroy Antonio. But as her obsession with Dante grows, she must decide if vengeance will be worth the cost of losing herself—and the man she never thought she’d desire. In a twisted dance of power, passion, and revenge, Isla’s love for her father’s memory might just lead her into a darker path than she ever imagined, and Dante’s unrelenting obsession with her could either be their salvation or their doom. Will Isla’s thirst for revenge cloud her judgment, or will she finally come to terms with the truth that her heart may already belong to the enemy? ---
View MoreChapter 54: The Bloody EndingThe night was dark, the sky heavy with the weight of impending storm clouds, as Dante stood over the wreckage of what had once been a place of refuge. His hands were bloodstained, his thoughts clouded with rage, and his heart twisted with vengeance. The events of the past days had led him here, to the final confrontation with El Cado, and nothing, not even his growing love for Isla, could stop what needed to be done.His men, ever loyal, had done what they were trained to do—track El Cado to the very edges of the city. They had gathered information, confirmed his hideout, and surrounded the abandoned warehouse like a pack of wolves closing in on their prey. But Dante had insisted on handling this himself. This was personal. El Cado had crossed a line, not just by kidnapping his sister but by threatening the life of Isla, the one person Dante could no longer imagine living without.The echo of gunfire still lingered in the air, though the battle had long s
Chapter 53: Final ShowdownThe war between Dante and El Cado had been building for weeks, the tension ever-present, but when El Cado made his move, it was one Dante never saw coming.Dante paced in his private study, his jaw clenched, his mind running through the many possible outcomes of their feud. Since El Cado had gone into hiding, Dante had expected a war of words, but instead, El Cado had chosen to target the one thing Dante held most dear: his family.Isla, who had been at his side throughout the chaos, stood by the window, her eyes scanning the horizon, always alert. She could feel the shift in Dante’s mood. There was something heavy in the air, and it wasn’t just the ominous feeling of an impending storm—it was the kind of darkness that Dante had warned her about.“He’s making a mistake,” Dante muttered, almost to himself. “He thinks he can tear me apart, but he’s wrong.” His words were sharp, filled with rage, but also a cold sense of calculation. “He’s crossed a line now.”
Chapter 52: Enemies FallThe air in the DeLuca compound was thick with tension. For months, Nico had been a threat hanging over Dante's head, his presence like a storm cloud that never fully dissipated. But now, after countless battles, bloodshed, and manipulations, the storm had finally broken.Nico was dead.At least, that’s what everyone had believed when the body had been found. His fall had been swift, precise, and calculated—exactly how Dante preferred to handle his enemies. A bullet to the head. No fanfare. No witnesses. Just death. Nico had underestimated him, and now he was paying the ultimate price.Isla stood at Dante’s side, her eyes locked on the bloodstained floor where Nico’s body had once lain. Dante’s empire was solidifying, but with it, came the ever-present reminder of just how brutal the world they occupied truly was. She could still hear the echoes of the gunshot, the image of Nico’s body crumpling to the ground.But even as the victory over Nico lingered in the a
Chapter 51: A New Mafia QueenThe weight of the ring on Isla’s finger felt heavier than it should. It was a symbol, not of love, not of devotion, but of ownership. A chain disguised as a band of metal.She sat in front of the grand mirror in Dante’s bedroom, staring at her reflection. The woman looking back at her wasn’t the same Isla from months ago. She wasn’t the woman who had stumbled into Dante’s world by accident, desperate to escape. That woman had been naïve, desperate for freedom.Now, she was something else entirely.Behind her, Dante stepped closer, placing his hands on her shoulders. His grip was firm, possessive. His dark eyes met hers in the reflection, filled with a dangerous satisfaction."You look perfect," he murmured, his fingers trailing down her arm, brushing against the ring. "A DeLuca queen."Isla let out a slow breath, tilting her head slightly. "Is that what I am now?" she asked, voice steady but devoid of warmth.Dante smirked, pressing a slow kiss against he
Chapter 50: A Twisted EngagementThe night was still, an eerie quiet hanging over the DeLuca mansion. The aftermath of the battle had left its mark — bloodstains on the polished floors, shattered glass, and the faint smell of gunpowder lingered in the air. Yet, despite the chaos of the evening, Dante remained resolute, like a stone pillar in a storm. His emotions were a dangerous cocktail, but right now, the only thing on his mind was Isla.Isla, who had been the focal point of his every thought, every action. Isla, who had risked everything for him and yet, had somehow always remained just beyond his complete control.Now, more than ever, she was the one thing that tethered him to his humanity.But as much as he loved her — and the intensity of that love was something he couldn’t even begin to explain — there was a darkness in him. A darkness that told him that he couldn’t simply love her. He needed her. Needed her to be his, in every possible way.The sound of her soft steps on the
Chapter 49: Isla Saves DanteThe night felt suffocating, the air thick with tension as gunfire echoed in the distance. Nico’s men had been relentless, storming the DeLuca estate, but Dante and his men had fought back with equal ferocity. Yet, through it all, Dante’s mind was focused on one thing: Isla. She had become the focal point of his existence, and if anything happened to her—if he lost her—nothing else would matter.Isla’s heart raced in her chest as she stood next to Dante in the midst of chaos. The sounds of men shouting, bullets being fired, and explosions echoed throughout the mansion, but the only thing Isla could hear was the steady beat of her own pulse. She had never imagined her life would end up like this. She had never imagined Dante would be the reason her world had been turned upside down. But now, there was no turning back.“Stay close,” Dante commanded, his hand gripping her wrist tightly as they moved down a narrow corridor. His dark eyes were trained ahead, wat
Chapter 48: Elena’s Final BetrayalThe air was thick with tension inside the DeLuca mansion. Isla sat on the edge of the leather couch in Dante’s office, her fingers gripping the armrest tightly. The war with Nico had escalated over the past few days, forcing Dante to strengthen his defenses. The DeLuca estate was surrounded by armed men, security had tripled, and everyone was on edge.But none of them saw the betrayal coming from within.Elena had always been a thorn in Isla’s side. The woman despised her from the very start, seeing her as nothing more than an outsider who had poisoned Dante’s mind. But hatred was one thing—betrayal was another.A sharp knock on the door interrupted Isla’s thoughts. Before she could respond, the heavy wooden doors swung open, revealing Luca. His face was grim, his usual calm demeanor replaced with unease.“Where’s Dante?” he asked.“In a meeting with the capos,” Isla answered, standing up. “What’s wrong?”Luca hesitated before stepping inside, closin
Chapter 47: A New TargetThe war with Nico had only just begun, but now, the battlefield had shifted.This wasn’t just about Dante’s empire anymore.Now, it was about her.A Warning in BloodThe morning after Dante’s brutal attack on Nico’s club, Isla woke to the sound of distant shouting. She sat up in bed, the silk sheets pooling around her naked body, and listened. The voices were sharp, angry.Something was wrong.She slipped out of bed, grabbing the robe Dante had left for her, and padded toward the balcony. From there, she could see the front gates of the estate, where a group of Dante’s men had gathered.Luca stood in the center, his face grim as he examined a package wrapped in black cloth. Dante was there too, his shoulders tense.A bad feeling coiled in Isla’s stomach.Before she could think twice, she grabbed a gun from Dante’s bedside drawer and made her way downstairs.The MessageDante looked up the moment Isla stepped outside. His eyes darkened when he saw her in only a
Chapter 46: Nico’s RevengeThe storm arrived without warning.Dante sat in his study, the glow of the city stretching out beyond the vast windows behind him. The weight of the DeLuca empire rested on his shoulders now, and for the first time, he allowed himself to feel it. Power was intoxicating, but it came at a price—one he had paid in blood.Isla was in his bed, asleep, wrapped in silk sheets that barely covered her bruised skin. Evidence of their toxic, unbreakable bond. He should have let her go. But he couldn’t. Not now. Not ever.A knock at the door shattered the quiet.Luca entered, his expression tight. “We have a problem.”Dante straightened. “What is it?”Luca threw a phone onto the desk. The screen was lit up with a message.Nico Bianchi: You thought you could take Antonio out without consequence? I hope you’re ready, DeLuca. Because I’m coming for you.Dante’s eyes darkened as he read the words.Luca folded his arms. “It was only a matter of time.”Dante leaned back, his
Chapter 1: The Blood That Started It AllThe past never fades. It lingers like the scent of gunpowder and the taste of blood, clinging to Isla Romano’s soul.She was sixteen when she watched her father die.The night was cold, the cobblestone street slick with rain, reflecting the city lights in eerie streaks of gold and crimson. The Romano estate, once a fortress, now stood vulnerable under the weight of betrayal. The scent of iron filled the air. The world slowed as Isla’s father, Emilio Romano, fell to his knees, blood seeping into the ground beneath him.Antonio DeLuca stood above him, a pistol in hand, his expression impassive. There was no pleasure in his gaze—only the cold efficiency of a man who had done this too many times before.A lesson. A warning. A punishment."You should have stayed in your place, Emilio," Antonio said, his voice like steel cutting through the silence.Her father looked up, his once-powerful frame trembling, yet his eyes held no fear—only defiance."You...
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