“If you think that you have been living in hell all your life, let me break that illusion for you,” Adrian said. He spoke slowly, his voice full of menace. “This place–this is true hell, right here, where I am. His statement, “In this place, death is not an escape, no matter how much you may yearn for it,” was enough to make the audience shudder, but all that tiny figure did was raise her lifeless, dull eyes. “Then help me, so I can remain here.” She replied, her voice barely above a whisper. ********************************** In a world ruled by loyalties and bloodlines, Kira, the first daughter of the strongest family in the American mafia, finds herself entangled in an unexpected twist of fate. She was betrothed since childhood to the second son of the Italian mafia’s don, due to a blood alliance between both families. She was raised alongside him and always considered him as her everything, while joyfully waiting for the day they would finally get married. To her, their love story was set in stone. However, on the day of the wedding, Kira's world as she knows it comes crumbling down when receives a shocking revelation — instead of her betrothed, a different groom appears at her wedding. And to top it off, he was dressed in a prison uniform. What happens when Kira finds herself thrust into the clutches of Adrian Vasillos the infamous ‘devil’ of the Italian mafia? Will she be able to navigate this world of danger, intrigue, betrayal, tested loyalties, and forbidden desires where she must come face to face with her deepest fears? Or will she finally discover the true meaning of love and get her happy ending? Read on to find out more in this twisted romance series…
View MoreKIRA'S POVWe all waited until barely a minute later Dylan finally appeared with another man, offering a smooth apology for his absence. He claimed he had to take care of some things…and I knew exactly what those ‘things’ were. My stomach twisted as I watched him move over to Kayla, and kiss her forehead as he slid an arm around Kayla’s waist like he hadn’t just been with someone else.After the toast, Dylan stepped into the center of the room, his voice dripping with charm as he professed his undying love for Kayla. He went on about how excited he was to spend forever with her, how she was the love of his life, and blah, blah, blah.I bit my lip hard, forcing myself to stay quiet. Liar.In the middle of his speech, I noticed his eyes scanning across the room… until it landed on mine. A small, mischievous smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, taunting me. Mocking me. And even while doing that, he didn’t miss a beat, as he effortlessly told his perfect little love story to everyone
KIRA’S POVBefore I could fully process what was happening, Dylan’s voice broke through again. “I didn’t have a choice, Gia, but I promise you, she means nothing to me.”Was Dylan cheating on Kayla? And who was this woman? I was too afraid to move, worried they would discover me.“You’re a fucking liar, Dylan!” Gia’s voice cracked with emotion. “You told me you weren’t going to go through with the wedding, and yet here you are, at this huge engagement party, playing the perfect fiancé. I am not going to be your whore or your mistress. I don’t care if she’s pregnant or not… I deserve better than this.”I felt Dylan move closer to the stalls. Instinct kicked in, and I climbed onto the toilet seat, pressing my back against the cold wall, making myself as small as possible. Through the gap beneath the door, I saw his shadow pause. He was checking to see if they were alone.“You’re not my whore, Gia,” he sighed, his voice low. “I told you…my father made a shitty deal with the Vasillios, so
KIRA’S POVThe dress looks absolutely breathtaking on you, Ma’am,” Emma, the stylist and makeup artist, remarked as she tied the ends of the dress.The dress was a floor-length purple gown, strapless, hugging my curves in all the right places. It was backless, except for the delicate straps that formed a zigzag and were tied just above my waist. I stood staring at myself in the mirror.She was right—I did look breathtaking. My dark hair cascaded down my shoulders, and my silver jewelry made me look somewhat like royalty. If only I felt as good as I looked.Today was… well, you probably guessed it…Dylan and Kayla’s engagement dinner. And I was dreading the event.It had been two days since my kiss with Adrian, and one thing was painfully clear: Adrian Vasillios wished it had never happened.Why do I say that? Well, because he had gone out of his way to avoid me. He left before I woke up, and when he was around, he locked himself in his study. No sarcastic remarks. No tension-laced bant
KIRA’S POV“I might not be able to protect you if shit goes south.”Adrian’s words from the car ran through my head like a bad omen.Was shit about to go south?Oh God.The air in the room thickened and my eyes darted between Adrian and Anatoli.Adrian didn’t blink, he slowly glanced up at the man pressing a gun to his head, with a humorous expression….in contrast to my racing heart, like he knew something I didn’t. He sat up, his gaze shifting back to Anatoli whose eyes were blazing with anger.“Anat…”“No, no, Hadrian. It’s only Antoli to my friends, my whores, and Gorgia,” he gestured toward Gorgia who was licking her spoon in slow, deliberate strokes, her eyes locked on Adrian like everything was perfectly normal and her psychotic perverted husband wasn't trying to kill us. I gagged internally. “And since you’ve made it clear you don’t want to be my friend, it’s Lebazanov to you.”Adrian’s lips twitched slightly, but his eyes stayed cold. “Pardon my Italian manners, Mr. Lebazanov,
KIRA’S POV“Black, then. You have ten minutes,” he said, glancing at his black watch before walking back into the closet. I followed behind him.“Why do I have to wear a blue dress?” I asked, not asking the bigger question—why I had to follow him on this death lunch, why he was willingly sitting down with a man who wanted to kill him, and how he could be so sure that said man wasn't going to try and finish the job and kill me too for the fun of it. My mind reeled with unanswered questions, I already knew he wouldn’t answer.“It’s his favorite color.”I scoffed. “And why exactly do I have to wear his favorite color? Are you trying to pimp me out to him?”“I doubt you're his type, now as much as I would love to get into back-and-forth questions with you, I just took a a medically insane bottle of Painkillers I need to get through this lunch before the effects fucking wears off so you have five minutes,” he said massaging slowly massaging his hand as he walked out of the room, I knew it
KIRA’S POV"Thank you."Adrian Vaillios had actually thanked me. Twice. In one day.His words played in my head on an endless loop as I drifted off to sleep. The next morning, I stirred as warm sunlight seeped through the curtains, I lifted my head slightly, my eyes landing on Adrian, he was still in the same position as last night. A strange cloud of sadness traveled over me.Really, Kira? Were you actually expecting him to cuddle you? This isn’t a damn romance novel.“Oh, shut up,” I mumbled under my breath.“I assume there’s no one else in this room with us, Kira?” Adrian’s deep, groggy morning voice rumbled through the space. I froze.His arm was draped over his forehead, his chest rising and falling in slow, shaky breaths. He was still in pain.Wait… had he been awake this whole time?Panic set in, and I quickly turned over, squeezing my eyes shut as if I’d been asleep the whole time.Smooth. Real smooth.Of course, he wasn’t buying it."Is that your secret?" he mused. "That,
KIRA’S POV"Kira, you need to sew him up, or the wound’s gonna get infected again. You have to do it."“I can’t do it, Antonio. I can’t stitch him up. What if I bleed a vein or worse—what if I do something wrong and hurt him? Or worse case scenario, kill him?” My voice trembled as I ran my hands through my hair. The room was cold, but I felt unbearably hot, my exhaustion pressing down on me like a heavyweight.“I’ll walk you through the process,” Antonio said, his tone steady. “Don’t worry, I’ll be with you every step of the way. But you need to stitch him up and bandage him. And it's just like you said. The bullet wound is taken care of, so you don’t have to worry about hurting him.” He let out a dry chuckle. “The guy pulled two bloody bullets out of himself and stitched it up without any help. If the knife wound wasn’t infected, he probably would’ve done the same. No biggie.”No biggie? My stomach twisted. God, these men were brutal. The men in my father’s house back in America were
KIRA'S POV.My stomach dropped.I grabbed Adrian by the shoulders, "Adrian!Wake up!"Nothing.I shook him again, harder this time, until he suddenly sucked in a sharp, ragged breath. His entire body trembled, and for a second, I thought he might faint again.I fumbled for the phone, gripping it with shaky fingers. "Antonio, his lips-he's turning pale.Maybe the alcohol killed him! I-I'm not a doctor, Antonio, he needs a hospital-"I backed away, pacing frantically, my nails digging into my lips as my nerves spiraled out of control.Silence. Then, a sharp curse."I told you, no bloody hospitals, Kira. Is the wound still bleeding?"I rolled my eyes at no one in particular then forced myself to look at Adrian again. His head was still slumped back, eyes shut, chest barely rising and falling.The area around the knife wound had darkened. My brows furrowed as I walked to him, the veins surrounding the wound on his hand had turned into a dark shade and it looked like it was pulsating."So
KIRA’S POVAdrian was slumped back in a chair, his chest red with blood.A table sat in front of him, completely stained red, with bandages soaked through and scattered across the surface. Books, papers, pens, and files lay in a mess on the floor, like he had shoved everything away in anger. An iron first-aid box sat open on the table, but all the instruments inside were soiled.My feet felt frozen to the ground as I stared at his bare chest. His lower abdomen was bruised, an ugly shade of pink like he had been punched or hit—but his chest… His chest was still bleeding, blood covering almost every inch of his tattooed body.The room was a vast, sophisticated study, much like the one he had in the mansion. Floor-to-ceiling bookshelves lined the walls, filled with leather-bound volumes and neatly arranged files. A sleek mahogany desk stood in the center—now ruined with blood and medical supplies. One side of the room was all glass, offering a panoramic view of the city skyline. The blind
PROLOGUE…KIRA’S POVThe morning sun spilled its light through the stained-glass windows of the wedding hall,The air was thick with the scent of roses and lilies, and the soft hum of a string quartet filled the space with a romantic melody.I stood at the back of the hall, my heart pounding in my chest. I couldn't tell if it was due to my nervousness or the overwhelming excitement of finally being able to get married to Dylan. My hands trembled slightly as the large double doors slowly opened. Today, I would marry Dylan, the man I had loved even before I knew what love was.My father stood in front of me, his hands akimbo, waiting for me to take his arm. I couldn't help the shiver that ran through my body as our skin made contact.“Stop shaking like a fool and smile,” he instructed, his tone sounding more like a warning than encouragement.The veil over my eyes blurred my sight, but the sound of the orchestra playing was enough to make me giddy and momentarily forget my fath...
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