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? ---
Lihat lebih banyakChapter 17: Dante’s WeaknessThe room was still draped in the aftermath of their passion, the air thick with heat and the scent of skin and sweat. Isla lay against the silk sheets, her body still tingling from Dante’s touch. She should have left. Should have wrapped the sheet around herself, gathered her clothes, and walked out of his bedroom with her mind intact.But she didn’t.Instead, she lay there, watching him.Dante was different now. He wasn’t the untouchable mafia prince she had grown accustomed to. He wasn’t the ruthless man who commanded rooms with a single look.He was just a man.His dark hair was messy from her fingers, his bare chest rising and falling with steady breaths, a rare moment of vulnerability in the way he lay beside her, eyes half-lidded as if the weight of the world had momentarily lifted from his shoulders.She had never seen him like this.“You’re staring,” Dante murmured, his voice raspy from exhaustion.Isla blinked, quickly looking away. “I’m just... t
Chapter 16: A Night of PassionThe DeLuca Ball had ended, but its echoes remained in Isla’s mind. The glimmering chandeliers, the hushed whispers of the powerful, the heat of Dante’s touch at the small of her back—all of it still lingered on her skin.She should have left. She should have retreated to the safety of her room at the estate, locked the door, and buried herself under the sheets, reminding herself of her mission. But she didn’t.Instead, she stood in the dimly lit hallway of the DeLuca estate, her breath coming too fast, her body too aware of the man standing just a few feet away.Dante.His tie was loose now, the top two buttons of his crisp white shirt undone, revealing a glimpse of his tanned skin. His dark eyes were hooded, intense, burning into her like fire licking at dry wood.She should have walked away. But she didn’t.Instead, she took a step closer.“So, Bella,” he murmured, his voice rough from the whiskey he had been drinking earlier. “Did you enjoy the ball?”
Chapter 15: The DeLuca BallThe night was crisp, the air filled with a certain kind of electric anticipation. Isla stood in front of her mirror, dressed in a gown that clung to her body like a second skin, its dark emerald hue accentuating the curves she had learned to hide, but now flaunted as part of the role she was playing. Her reflection looked almost unrecognizable, the transformation from the simple, guarded woman she had been into the seductive, confident Bella Caruso now complete. Her hair was swept into a sleek updo, soft waves framing her face, and her makeup was impeccable, her lips a deep, daring red.She wasn’t just any woman tonight. She was someone else entirely.Tonight was the DeLuca Ball—an event where the rich and powerful came together to flaunt their wealth, their status, and most importantly, their connections. It was the kind of place where deals were made under the guise of champagne toasts, where rivalries were kept in check with forced smiles, and where powe
Chapter 14: First KissIt had been days since the confrontation with Marco Santoro, but the air between Isla and Dante had only grown thicker. Every interaction with him, every glance he sent her way, was charged with something electric, something dangerous. And every time she thought she might be able to escape the pull of his presence, he was there again, lurking in the shadows, a reminder that he was always watching.It was only a matter of time before something broke, and Isla was afraid that when it did, she would be swept away by the storm.Isla’s eyes flickered toward the VIP section, where Dante sat, flanked by his usual entourage, his posture casual yet commanding. He had been watching her all night, his gaze never straying too far from her. Every time their eyes met, something flickered in his eyes—an intensity she couldn’t ignore, one that made her stomach flip and her heart race. She couldn’t help but feel drawn to him, no matter how much she tried to push the feelings dow
Chapter 13: Dante’s ProtectivenessThe night air was thick with anticipation as Isla moved through the club. Inferno was alive, pulsing with energy, the scent of alcohol and perfume wafting through the air, mixed with the low hum of music and the chatter of wealthy patrons. It was a typical night, the kind that Isla had grown used to since she’d started working here as Bella Caruso. But tonight felt different. There was an edge to the atmosphere, a tension that crawled under her skin.Isla tried to push the feeling away as she moved between tables, carrying drinks to VIPs, offering polite smiles to everyone she passed. Her mind was focused, but part of her couldn’t shake the feeling that something was about to happen. Something that would change everything.Her instincts weren’t wrong.It started with the man in the corner booth.Isla had seen him before—a grizzled man with a deep scar running down his cheek, his eyes cold and calculating. He was a known figure in the underworld, a ri
Chapter 12: Sofia’s FriendshipIsla stood near the entrance to Inferno, the low hum of chatter and clinking glasses barely registering in her ears as she waited for her shift to start. The club was buzzing with activity tonight—laughter and music filled the air, and every corner seemed alive with energy. It was everything she had come to expect from Dante DeLuca’s empire. Everything, except one small detail. She had never anticipated meeting someone like Sofia.As Isla adjusted her uniform and prepared to head inside, a soft voice interrupted her thoughts.“Hey there, Bella, right?”Isla turned to find a young woman standing beside her, her smile wide and inviting. She was taller than Isla, with dark, wavy hair that cascaded down her shoulders in soft waves. Her presence was warm, unlike the cool, calculating aura Isla was used to from the DeLuca family. This woman radiated a genuine kind of energy.“Yeah, that's me,” Isla replied, trying to keep her tone neutral as she met the woman’
Chapter 11: Secret MeetingsThe city lights flickered outside the window as Isla walked briskly down the narrow alleyway behind Inferno. The night air was cool against her skin, but it didn’t do much to calm the storm brewing inside her. Every step seemed to echo with the weight of her thoughts, the strategy she’d been carefully crafting, and the dangerous web she was tangled in.She’d been working at Inferno for weeks now, always close to Dante, always playing the part of the devoted employee. But tonight, she needed to speak with Alex. She needed to update him on the progress—and the complications—that were quickly arising from their plan to take down Antonio DeLuca. She couldn’t risk leaving anything to chance.The back door to the club opened with a soft creak, and she slipped inside, entering the dimly lit staff room. A few of the other workers were still finishing up their shifts, but Isla paid them no attention. She quickly moved past them and into the small office where she’d
Chapter 10: Temptation and ResolveThe club was quieter now, the vibrant energy of the night settling into a dull hum as patrons trickled out. Isla stood behind the bar, wiping down the surfaces with mechanical precision, though her mind was far from the task at hand. The evening’s events played over and over in her head, the tension in Dante’s voice still ringing in her ears. He was getting closer, and she had to be careful. One wrong move, and everything she and Alex had worked for could be ruined.She needed to talk to him. She needed to hear his voice, get his perspective.As if on cue, her phone buzzed in her pocket. She pulled it out, relieved to see her brother’s name flashing on the screen. She quickly answered, her voice low. “Alex?”“Isla, it’s late. You good?” His tone was calm but laced with concern, always a reminder of the bond they shared. He was the only one who truly understood what they were doing.“I’m fine,” she said, though she didn’t feel it. “Just… thinking. I’m
Chapter 9: Secrets UnraveledThe club felt different tonight. It was as if the very air had thickened with tension. Isla couldn’t shake the feeling that something was on the brink of happening, something she wasn’t prepared for. Despite her carefully laid plans, there were elements she couldn’t control—and Dante DeLuca was one of them.She was standing behind the bar, wiping down glasses with a cloth, her eyes drifting over the patrons as she kept her movements deliberate, calculated. She couldn’t afford to make mistakes, not now. Not with Dante continuing to observe her every move. Tonight, she was determined to stick to the plan.The soft hum of music echoed throughout the club, filling the space with a rhythmic pulse that vibrated through her body. The lights were low, casting long shadows on the polished floors, and the occasional burst of laughter or clink of glasses provided an almost serene background. But Isla was far from serene.She had a job to do. Get close to Dante, gathe
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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