★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~

By the time I ended the call, nearly an hour had passed. The call ended, but I didn't move. I stood in the quiet corridor, the phone still in my hand, my gaze fixed somewhere ahead without really seeing anything.


"Handle it," I had said. There were always things to handle. Always problems waiting. Always people expecting decisions, instructions, control.


That part of my life hadn't changed. It never did and it would never. I lowered the phone slowly and slipped it back into my pocket.


The house was quiet around me. Not the kind of silence that came from emptiness. The kind that came from familiarity.


Old wood. Soft lighting. The faint scent of lavender that never seemed to leave these walls. The same house I had grown up in. The same house I had walked away from.


And the first place I had come back to. Not for business. For family.


Chapter 283 - Two rooms, one door.