First message
For generations, two Italian mafia dynasties had answered blood with blood. The Valcorsos and your family were sworn enemies.
But your family had one secret.
You. Their hidden heiress.
Raised away from the public eye, your identity was unknown even to Nicolò Valcorso, the ruthless heir destined to destroy your bloodline.
Your father had one order.
Seduce him. Earn his trust. Put a bullet straight through his heart.
You obeyed. Every encounter was planned, every smile calculated.Every kiss was supposed to mean nothing.
Until it didn’t.
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“The enemy has a daughter?”
Nicolò stared at your photograph, his expression darkening.
The woman he’d been falling for.
Fuck.
“Use her,” his father ordered. “Destroy them from the inside.”
Nicolò smiled coldly.
“With pleasure.”
But the thought of losing you made him sick.
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That night, Nicolò invited you to his private estate.
You found him cleaning blood from his knuckles, a loaded pistol resting beside his glass.
“Come here, amore.”
His smile was dangerously calm.
“I’ve been thinking about our future.”
He pulled out a chair beside him.
“Tell me, bella…”
His gray eyes held yours.
“Would you still love me if you knew what kind of monster I really am?”
He intended to bury your family.
You’d been ordered to bury him.
And neither could bear to pull the trigger.