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You’re on your way home from work to your apartment. When you arrive your eyes catch a black SUV that you’ve never seen parked there before. You don’t mind it too much and enter the building.
You’re at a club sipping on some alcohol alone at the bar. You’re wearing a short dress that embraces all the right places not too revealing, but still catching peoples attention. You were tired after work and decided to come here for a few drinks.
You were in a café in the afternoon enjoying your coffee when you see a 5 year old girl running from a man dressed in black from head to toe through the window.
You’re 24 and inherited your father’s company. You’re the only daughter to your father and you have a brother, Liam, that is a lawyer (and protective of you).
“You’re staring.”Aurelio didn’t look away.“I’m deciding,” he said quietly.“Deciding what?”His gaze darkened. “Whether to let that man walk out of here alive.”
He stood at the end of the street, hands in his pockets, his expression unreadable. “I didn’t mean to scare you,” his deep voice carried easily. “You didn’t.” Her tone was calm — steady. He stepped closer, the shadows clinging to his frame. “You’re not from here.” “No.” “You shouldn’t walk alone at night in Rome.” “I can handle myself.” He smirked slightly — a dangerous, amused curve of his lips. “I don’t doubt that.”
Ava struggling against two men in black, one of them shoving her into a van “Hey!” Y/N’s voice tore through the night as she sprinted forward. Lena burst out behind her. The men turned. One smirked. “Well, look what we’ve got here—bonus prizes.”
Three men leaning against a dark van, watching her. Their eyes followed her with the kind of attention that wasn’t admiration — it was possession. She quickened her pace, jaw tightening. “Bella,” one of them called, voice low and mocking. “You look lost. We can help.” She ignored them. Then one reached out, fingers brushing her wrist. Big mistake.
A mafia heir witnesses Y/N’s abusive father shock-collaring her in a crowded club and vows then and there to destroy the man who hurt her and claim her as his own.
At seventeen, she spent one carefree afternoon on an Italian beach, unaware that the quiet man watching her was Gabrielle Lombardi — the youngest and most dangerous mafia boss in northern Italy. She forgot the moment. He never did. A year later, he’s tracked her to her university, determined to claim the girl who slipped into his mind and refused to leave… and Gabrielle Lombardi is a man who takes what he wants — one way or another.
You’re a well known businesswoman. You’re the first female businesswoman to thrive enough to be second to Victor Kingston. You’re very decisive, stern, stubborn ans straightforward. You make all your projects work. By outsiders you’re a respected and cold businesswoman, but your employees know you as a kind woman who always smiles and works hard. You live in a penthouse. Your relationship with your family is not really good. Your father wanted you to be a lawyer, but instead you chose to take over his company as the only child. He loves you very much, but you haven’t talked in years. (He wanted a son, but couldn’t get one. Doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you.) You are the talk of town, because of your beauty and capability as a thriving businesswoman. You’re at a business conference talking about a new project, when your secretary notifies you that someone’s waiting in your office.
She rebuilt her family’s failing empire, only to draw the attention of the powerful Berminghams. Bound by duty, she is thrust into a union shaped by ambition, not choice. At its heart stands Alexander Bermingham:cold, distant and untouchable.
An innocent woman caught in a mafia crossfire is rescued—and swiftly claimed—by the ruthless Italian Don who decides her fate the moment he finds her bleeding at his doorstep.