★DARK ROMANCE★
^WARNING 18+,^


In a world dominated by organized crime and ruthless power struggles, a tangled web of trauma, revenge, and forbidden passion unfolds.

Katya Volkov, the stunning but vulnerable daughter of the Russian Mafia's feared right-hand man, has endured a childhood of unrelenting brutality and neglect. 

Growing up, Katya was repeatedly tormented by her father's resentment, leaving her emotionally shattered and unloved.

However, Katya's life was about to take a much darker turn. Romeo Salvatore, a name that was both feared and respected, emerged from the shadows.

His traumatic past has left an indelible mark on his soul, rendering him cold and detached. 

Seeking retribution, Romeo launches a daring invasion of the Volkov's heavily guarded estate. He captures both Katya and her abusive father, subjecting them to merciless torture.

Convinced of Katya's complicity in her father's heinous crimes, Romeo executes her father and condemns Katya to a life of hellish slavery.

Yet, as time passes, the boundaries between captor and captive begin to blur. Katya and Romeo find themselves inexorably drawn into a forbidden bond, igniting a fiery passion that threatens to consume them both.

Torn between his thirst for revenge and his burgeoning desire for Katya, Romeo is forced to confront the darkness within himself, would he be consumed by lust, passion and possibly love or would he stay loyal with his beliefs.

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~This story is an enemies to lover type so don't expect all fluff and rainbows.
~Weak to strong female 
~ML is ruthless, don't expect him to be a saint. 
~No rape
~humours, laugher, tears and blush.
~ And lastly, this story is not for the weak hearted~

"If so much as a shadow touches anyone in my house. I won't just kill you, Marco. I will erase your entire bloodline from the history of this country. I will burn every stone you've ever touched."


Marco didn't smile this time. He looked at me with the eyes of a man who had already accepted the consequences of his gamble. 


"Then you should probably stop talking to a dead man and start driving." I didn't waste another breath.


Marco's head snapped to the side, his eyes rolling back as his knees buckled. He hit the floor like a sack of grain, unconscious before he even realized I'd moved.


I stood over him for a fraction of a second, my chest heaving, the urge to empty the magazine into his skull nearly overwhelming my logic. 


But I needed him alive. I needed someone to scream. "Take care of this," I spat, not even looking at Antonio but he didn't need further instructions.


Chapter 198 - Once a Boris, Always a Boris