“Let another man touch you again,” he growled, his voice a dark promise. “I’ll kill him. Then I’ll fuck you in his blood. Got it, wife?”His thrusts were brutal—each one a mark, a claim. This wasn’t desire. It was punishment. His need to possess me suffocated me, and I hated how my body betrayed me, responding to him despite my resistance.“I’m not your wife,” I choked out, but my body shattered around him.He groaned as he came, not in satisfaction, but in something darker—twisted relief.“Keep telling yourself that, Olivia,” he muttered, pulling out.He walked to the bathroom, leaving me cold and broken. His words, Olivia, echoed in my mind, a reminder that he saw her, not me.Tears streamed down my face as I curled into myself, shaking. He’d taken everything—especially my name.“My name is Lily,” I whispered, the words barely audible, a fragile attempt to remind myself who I was.~~~~~Lily was nobody. A street thief with quick fingers, no future, and no name anyone cared to remember. Until she stole a watch from the wrong man. Dante Russo. Billionaire. Cold. Widowed.Mafia -lord. She’s accused of murder, caught in the crosshairs of a powerful enemy she can’t see. And Dante? He offers her a way out: pretend to be his dead wife. They look identical. Same face. Same voice. Same eyes. Only Lily bleeds. Cries. Loves. But Dante doesn’t want Lily. He wants a ghost. He wants to control her. Break her. Remake her in the image of the woman he lost. And Lily? She’s falling in love with a man who calls her by another woman’s name while he brands her body like his own. She was just a thief. Now she’s a prisoner in a mansion of glass walls, a replacement in a dead woman’s bed—trying to survive a man who can’t tell love from obsession.

Take off your ring." His command settled deep in my bones. I shouldn’t be doing this. And yet… I slid the ring off my finger. He stood on the other side of the room, his face hidden in shadows, but I felt him—his presence wrapping around me like a dark temptation. "Take off your clothes." I obeyed, my fingers hesitating at the waistband of my underwear. "I didn’t tell you to touch that." So I stood there—shoes on, pants still clinging to my hips—while my engagement party continued just down the hall. His gaze burned through me, drinking me in. "God, Butterfly." His voice was a tortured whisper, and I ached to comfort him. "Crawl to me." The words settled over me like silk and steel. Slowly, on all fours, I obeyed… --- Alessandra has always been the family push over even when her father forces her into a marriage. She plays the role of the perfect fiancée—obedient, loyal, untouchable. Until she meets him. Jeremy’s best friend. A man just as powerful, just as dangerous—but with eyes that see right through her. A man who tempts her to break every rule, risk every consequence. They hate each other on sight. But hate is just another kind of heat, and the fire between them threatens to burn everything to the ground. Loving him could cost her everything. Resisting him might destroy her. Either way, she’s already ruined

"Stop it." My voice came out as a whisper, my gaze darting over the bodies on the floor until it landed on him.He wasn’t using his fists. He was using a butter hammer. Blow after blow, he kept going, each sickening thud making my stomach twist."Stop it!" I screamed this time.He turned to me, blood splattered across his face, jade-green eyes locking onto mine. Then he smiled."What?""Stop the war."I barely recognized my own voice, soft, unsteady.The hammer dropped. He took slow, deliberate steps toward me. I backed up, hitting the wall, but he didn’t stop. He lifted my chin, tilting his head, a brow arching in amusement ..waiting, daring me to repeat myself.Even beneath the blood, the carnage, I felt it a heat curling low in my stomach. I was sick. Twisted. Drawn to the darkest parts of him."Tell me what you want, peccato," he murmured, his thumb tracing my lower lip."To stop the war."The words barely left me before his knee pressed between my thighs, stealing the breath from my lungs.He leaned in, his breath ghosting over my skin."You want me to stop the war?" His voice was velvet, edged with danger. "Then you’re mine."He pulled back just enough to meet my gaze, daring me to protest. My lips parted, but no words came. His smirk deepened before his lips crushed into mine.Rafael was going to be the death of me.And I’d let him.But I’d be the death of him too—literally. It was only a matter of who pulled the trigger first.But it didn’t matter.I was falling in love with the one person I was never supposed to love...****He was the sinner.She was supposed to be the saint…But saints weren’t meant to love monsters.