Captured By The Don The Full Story Description "You saw something you shouldn't have." His voice was low. Terrifyingly calm. The voice of a man who had never once needed to raise it to make a room understand him completely. Valentina looked at him across the space between them — this dangerous, ruthless man who had every reason in the world to kill her and hadn't — and lifted her chin. "Then do what you have to do," she said. "But know this. My mother needs her medication on Friday. My sister needs her school fees paid. And if you kill me tonight neither of those things happen and that is the only thing I care about." He looked at her for a long time. Something moved behind his eyes. "You have nerve," he said. "I have a family," she said. "It amounts to the same thing." There is a version of this story you think you know. The innocent girl. The dangerous man. The world she stumbles into that she was never meant to see. You have read versions of it before — or you think you have. You think you know how it goes. The girl is frightened and fragile. The man is dark and compelling. She softens him. He protects her. Love arrives in the usual way and saves them both from the usual things. That is not this story. This story is harder than that. More honest than that. More complicated than that in the specific way that real things are always more complicated than the versions of them we tell ourselves in advance. This story is about Valentina Russo. Valentina Russo has been holding the world together since she was seventeen years old. Not metaphorically. Not in the way people say it when they mean someone is impressive and capable and keeps their life organized. Literally. With both hands. Every day. Without stopping. Without the option of stopping. Her father Giovanni died in a fire when she was seventeen. An accident — that was what they were told. That was what they believed. The grief settled into the Russo household the way grief settles into places where it is not the first hard thing — not destroying what was already there but changing the shape of it permanently. Helen Russo grieved. Sofia Russo, who was six years old and would grow up not remembering her father's voice clearly, grieved in the way of very young children — incompletely, in fragments, across years rather than in one sustained period. And Valentina Russo became, overnight and without ceremony, the person who made sure everything kept going. She took jobs. She learned the arithmetic of survival — not the clean arithmetic of textbooks but the real kind, the kind where the numbers on one side of the equation are never quite enough and the numbers on the other side never stop growing and the only solution available is more. More shifts. More hours. More of herself poured into the ongoing project of keeping her mother medicated and her sister fed and the lights on in the apartment on Via Salvator Rosa that smelled of coffee and old stone and the particular Naples air that came through the windows when the wind was right. She is twenty four years old and she is tired in a way that has nothing to do with sleep. She is also — extraordinary. Not in the way the word is usually used, not the performed extraordinary of someone who knows they are being watched. The quiet kind. The kind that shows in how she moves through a room, in the speed with which she reads a situation, in the specific quality of her stillness when things are at their worst — the stillness of a woman who has learned that panic costs energy and energy is a resource she cannot afford to waste. She draws. This is the one thing that is entirely hers — the sketchbook she carries, the pencil that finds faces and hands and the view from kitchen windows and the crack in the floor that runs from the doorway to the table. She draws the way some people breathe — not as a choice, as a necessity. The one place where the arithmetic stops and something else takes over. Something that was hers before everything became about survival and that she has refused, through seven years of hard days, to give up. She has red hair the color of something on fire and dark eyes that miss nothing and a body that would stop a room if she ever walked into the kind of rooms where bodies like hers are considered an invitation rather than a person. She does not walk into those rooms. She walks into restaurant kitchens and pharmacies and the offices of patient landlords and late night streets and the specific arithmetic of keeping everything from falling. Until the night she takes a shortcut home from a late shift and walks into an alley on Via Carminiello and sees something she was never supposed to see. A witness to a murder that changed the course of things . That introduced her to life of guns and drugs and to Luca moretti aka Don, billionaire by day mafia by night

She was never meant to be his. Alessandro walked into his world already broken — a shattered engagement, a mother's betrayal, and a heart that had never truly known what it felt like to be wanted. Dante Ettore wasn't supposed to notice her. But he did. Cold. Ruthless. Forty five years old and dangerous in ways she was only beginning to understand. The most powerful man in Italy had no business looking at his young assistant the way he looked at her — like she was something he had already decided to claim. She had never been touched the way he touched her. Never been looked at like she was worth consuming slowly, curves and all. She carried every insecurity her body had ever been given — and somehow, under his gaze, every single one became a reason he pulled her closer instead of letting go. "You have no idea," he murmured against her skin, "what you do to a man like me." She didn't. She was only beginning to learn. But Dante Ettore is keeping secrets darker than desire. And the truth buried between their families could destroy everything before it even begins. Some men don't just want to love you. They want to own you. His to Love: The Dominant Virgin is a forbidden age gap romance set in the golden heart of Italy. Slow burn tension, a powerful hero who knows exactly what he wants, and a young woman discovering for the first time what it means to be truly, completely desired.

A rising singer and songwriter , Jade pours her heart out and also her soul into her music career , only to be betrayed by her boyfriend and collaborator , Micheal, who cheats on her with a rival artist on the night of her big concert . Heartbroken and humiliated, Jade abandons he music career and adopts a new identity. Years later , she re-emerges with a new sound and vengeance, determined to reclaim her spotlight and make Micheal pay for his betrayal but just as she’s about to launch her comeback, she discovers Micheal’s scheme to sabotage her career and steal her place .