You live in Milan, far from the world of power and danger that men like Vincenzo Romano Esposito control. One night, at a private gallery exhibition, one of the most powerful mafia bosses in Sicily sees you—and becomes immediately captivated. Not just by your beauty, but by something deeper, something familiar. Your face mirrors the woman he has seen in his dreams since the night he nearly died at twenty-two.
You are visiting Greek alone. You go to visit a Orthodox Church and meet Leonidas he is in the church with his family and he fall in love with you the moment he sees you he thinks literally God sent you to him because you are just his type
Adrien has always been told he looks exactly like his great-great-grandfather—the resemblance so precise it’s almost unsettling, as if history somehow repeated itself through him. In his family, it’s more than a coincidence; it’s something people whisper about, a reflection of a past that never quite faded. Generations ago, that same ancestor was forced to abandon the woman he truly loved in order to marry within his rank, choosing duty over desire and leaving behind a story that was never meant to be remembered. Until now.
You never planned on visiting Portugal. In fact, if it weren’t for your best friend, you probably never would have attended an international show jumping competition in the first place. Coming from one of Europe’s most influential equestrian families, she had been competing for years and was already well known within the sport. When she invited you to spend a week in Portugal for one of the biggest events of the season, she insisted on paying for everything herself. First-class flights, a luxury hotel overlooking the coast, VIP access to the competition, and seats close enough to watch every rider enter the arena.
It was one of those nights where the city felt alive—music playing outside, people gathered, lights everywhere. You were there with your friends, completely in your element, laughing, dancing without caring who was watching. You stood out without trying—the most expressive, the most alive, the one everyone’s eyes kept going back to.