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I was born to be their secret. I grew up praying I wouldn’t be their sacrifice. For three hundred sixty-four days a year, my mother is warmth and affection. On my birthday, she becomes a monster with murder in her eyes. Every year I wake up wondering if this is the night she finally succeeds. This year, I wake with her hands around my throat. By dawn, the bruises on my neck are hidden under diamonds. I’m the only daughter of a powerful crime family, raised behind guarded walls and stricter rules. I smile for the cameras, accept the necklace that hides the marks she left, and walk down a...

I was raised to be a perfect prize for the mafia king—beautiful, obedient, untouched. My father’s legacy ensured my place in a world where love never mattered, only duty. But when Adriano Vitale, the ruthless heir to a mafia empire, chooses me as his bride, I learn that being his isn’t a choice—it’s a sentence. Every night, he claims me in ways that break me, and yet, the heat between us only grows. He doesn’t make love to me; he dominates me. I should despise him. I should fight him. But the man who rejected me in front of everyone now owns my every thought, my every desire. ...

I spent years being the villain in everyone else’s story. The difficult daughter. The dangerous sister. The problem girl who needed to be punished. No one cared that every scene I caused was just me trying not to be devoured. That the “sweet” one was the real monster. That I was the one being beaten, gaslit, and thrown to wolves in designer suits. The only person who ever made me feel chosen was him—the heir, my brother’s friend, the man who pulled me out of a hallway and tore a predator off my body at fifteen. One night in his arms, one soft vow that no one would humiliate me ...

Ho passato anni a essere la cattiva nella storia di tutti gli altri. La figlia difficile. La sorella pericolosa. La ragazza-problema che andava punita. A nessuno importava che ogni scenata che facevo fosse solo il mio modo di non farmi divorare. Che quella “dolce” fosse il vero mostro. Che ero io a essere picchiata, manipolata fino a dubitare di me stessa e gettata in pasto a lupi in abiti firmati. L’unica persona che mi abbia mai fatta sentire scelta è stato lui— l’erede, l’amico di mio fratello, l’uomo che a quindici anni mi ha trascinata fuori da un corridoio e ha ...

I never believed in fate. Until he showed me how merciless it can be. I wanted to be free. To forget. To finally breathe. But freedom always comes with a price. When I see him again — the man with the dark eyes and the dangerous calm — I know I was never meant to find him. A deal. A debt. A line that should never have been crossed. I thought I knew what I was sacrificing. But he takes more than I was ever willing to give — and leaves marks that will never fade. This is not a love story. It’s the story of losing yourself while trying to be saved. Of how pain turns into desire. And ...

I was born a secret. I grew up behind a locked door. My world has always been four guarded walls, a barred window, and rules I never agreed to. What I eat, what I wear, what I read—every choice made for me. I’m my father’s hidden daughter, not a person, just leverage he’s been saving for the right deal. The only thing that’s ever felt like mine is the one man I’m not allowed to watch. The new Boss. Cold eyes. Bloody hands. A king carved out of monsters. On stolen security feeds, I watch him turn rooms silent. I watch men twice his size lower their gaze. He looks like war in a ...

I met the devil when I was seven. That’s when I learned monsters don’t hide under beds — they build empires. They smile like saviors. They bleed power. And they never forget a debt. For years, I tried to outrun that world — the violence, the silence, the kind of loyalty that kills. But fate doesn’t forget either. When the past came for me, I didn’t stand a chance. This time, I’m not the scared little girl who begged for mercy. This time, I’m the offering. He remembers me — the child who looked him in the eyes and saw something human behind the cruelty. Now, I’m grown. ...

I met the devil when I was seven. And I learned early that monsters don’t hide under beds — they build empires. They smile like saviors. And they never forget a debt. I thought I’d escaped that world — the blood, the power, the silence that swallows everything. But fate has a cruel sense of humor. When my father’s debt resurfaced, it dragged me back into the nightmare I swore I’d never face again. This time, I’m not a frightened child. This time, I’m the sacrifice. He remembers the little girl who dared to defy him — the one who saw something human behind the cruelty. Now,...

He was meant to be my tormentor. Not my salvation. Not the man who sets my heart on fire. They took everything from me—my freedom, my name, my will. In a house built on pain, I learned to stay silent to survive. Until he came. A man of ice and precision. Merciless. Demanding. His gaze commands obedience; his touch steals my breath. He rules a world of violence and betrayal. I was just a pawn, created to be broken. But he doesn’t play by their rules. He watches me, protects me, destroys anyone who gets too close. I should hate him. He is the monster they warned me about— and the only ...

I was never innocent. Even as a child, I learned that life shows no mercy. That beauty is a curse. And that every smile comes with a price. I’ve done things that will haunt me forever. I sold myself to survive. Lied to keep from breaking. And when I thought I couldn’t fall any lower, he appeared. The man with honey-colored eyes— the one who was supposed to kill me. Instead, he let me live. Since that moment, I’ve been trapped between the urge to run and the temptation to move closer to him. He is darkness, and yet in his shadow, I feel safe. He says I owe him something. But what if ...

A sette anni ha imparato cos’è la vera punizione. Buio. Muri gelidi. Niente cibo. Nessuna via d’uscita. Rinchiuso in una scatola di metallo finché la sua mente non si è spezzata, ha imparato una sola regola dall’uomo che l’ha messo lì: puoi diventare forte, ma mai più forte di me. Anni dopo, è il perfetto erede del sottocapo: spietato in strada, obbediente a casa, un’arma tenuta al guinzaglio. I suoi unici punti deboli sono le sorelle… e la ragazza silenziosa a cui è stato promesso fin da bambino. Lei è la figlia del consigliere. Un fantasma ben educato ai margini di ...

Power, loyalty, and blood run through my veins. On the day my father died, I inherited more than a crown—I inherited a world where every decision is life or death.I demand respect. I command loyalty. I control everything… except the woman who despises me. She never wanted this life. Forced into my world, she rejects everything I am—my power, my authority, my rules. I gave her protection. She gave me defiance. Every look, every word, every fight between us ignites a fire neither of us can control. Now our enemies are closing in. Secrets are clawing their way into the light. The past is...

On m’a dit que tuer fait de toi un homme. Ils ont menti — ça a fait de moi un fantôme. La première fois que j’ai appuyé sur la détente, je n’ai rien ressenti. Ni culpabilité. Ni peur. Juste le silence. C’est là que j’ai su que l’ancien Nicholas était mort. J’ai quitté Toronto pour enterrer mon passé. Je suis revenu pour découvrir qu’il ne restait plus rien à sauver. Ma mère est morte. Ma sœur me hait. Et je suis toujours l’homme qui tue quand on lui en donne l’ordre. Puis je l’ai rencontrée. Une femme qui n’aurait jamais dû mettre un pied dans mon ...

I was never meant to love a monster. Gabriel claimed me in blood, bound me in vows I never spoke, and buried his darkness inside me until I carried his child. I hated him. I needed him. Then the crash tore him from my arms—his voice fading, his life slipping—and I screamed into the void, begging the devil to give him back. He did. Now he’s alive, scarred, and more possessive than ever. Every heartbeat we steal is laced with danger, lust, and the promise that nothing—not death, not the empire he rules—will ever take him from me again. But the shadows still hunt us. One wrong move, ...

Alcune gabbie sono dorate. Alcuni cuori sono destinati a bruciare. Non ero mai stata destinata a questo mondo. Eppure mi ha inghiottita intera—trascinandomi in una vita costruita su potere, pericolo e segreti che non ero mai stata destinata a scoprire. Ogni comando che lui mi dà, ogni sguardo ombroso, mi ricorda che la mia libertà è un’illusione. Lui possiede l’aria che respiro, lo spazio in cui mi muovo… e i pensieri che cerco di zittire. Regna con una precisione spietata—freddo, impietoso, inarrestabile. Ma persino nel suo buio, c’è qualcosa che mi chiama. Un calore che si...

They told me killing makes you a man. They lied—it made me a ghost. The first time I pulled the trigger, I felt nothing. No guilt. No fear. Just silence. That’s when I knew the old Nicholas was dead. I left Toronto to bury my past. I came back to find there was nothing left to save. My mother is gone. My sister hates me. And I’m still the man who kills when ordered. Then I met her. A woman never meant to step into my world. Sharp-tongued. Untamed. Eyes that see straight through the darkness I’ve become. She makes me feel things I swore were buried with the old me. But in my world, ...

Sono nata per essere il loro segreto. Sono cresciuta pregando di non diventare il loro sacrificio. Per trecentosessantaquattro giorni all’anno, mia madre è calore e affetto. Nel giorno del mio compleanno, diventa un mostro con l’omicidio negli occhi. Ogni anno mi sveglio chiedendomi se questa sarà la notte in cui, finalmente, ci riuscirà. Quest’anno mi sveglio con le sue mani intorno alla gola. All’alba, i lividi sul mio collo sono nascosti sotto i diamanti. Sono l’unica figlia di una potente famiglia criminale, cresciuta dietro mura sorvegliate e regole ferree. Sorrido alle ...

Non ho mai creduto nel destino. Finché lui non mi ha mostrato quanto può essere spietato. Volevo essere libera. Dimenticare. Finalmente respirare. Ma la libertà ha sempre un prezzo. Quando lo rivedo – l’uomo dagli occhi scuri e dalla calma pericolosa – capisco che non ero mai destinata a questo. Un patto. Un debito. Una linea che non sarebbe mai dovuta essere oltrepassata. Credevo di sapere che cosa stavo sacrificando. Ma lui si prende molto più di quanto io sia mai stata disposta a dare – e lascia segni che non scompariranno mai. Questa non è una storia d’amore. È la storia...

Le pouvoir, la loyauté et le sang coulent dans mes veines. Le jour où mon père est mort, j’ai hérité de bien plus qu’une couronne — j’ai hérité d’un monde où chaque décision signifie la vie ou la mort. J’exige le respect. Je commande la loyauté. Je contrôle tout… sauf la femme qui me méprise. Elle n’a jamais voulu de cette vie. Forcée d’entrer dans mon monde, elle rejette tout ce que je suis — mon pouvoir, mon autorité, mes règles. Je lui ai offert ma protection. En retour, elle m’a opposé sa défiance. Chaque regard, chaque mot, chaque affrontement ...

Ho ucciso per proteggere. Ho sanguinato per dimostrare che appartengo. Ma in tutto quel rumore, in tutto quel caos, c’era qualcosa che mi ha fatto perdere l’equilibrio: lei. Porta cicatrici dove gli altri hanno solo pelle. Cicatrici che urlano, anche quando tace. Ho creduto di poterla salvare. Invece l’ho legata a me. Una stretta nata per proteggerla è diventata la catena che imprigiona entrambi. So quanto costa l’obbedienza. So che cosa significa il tradimento. Ma nessuno mi ha preparato a ciò che succede quando desiderio e dovere collidono – quando il cuore si ribella alle ...