“Blood for blood, heads would roll!” I vowed, my voice breaking as I lay covered in blood. For ten years, I was Rocco DeLuca’s hidden lover. I believed that one day he would give me a name, a place, and the recognition I deserved. Instead, he discarded me. “Rosa," he said coldly, “I’m marrying the Russian princess. It was decided months ago. You… you were only ever a weapon. A tool."*His words cut deeper than any wound. Humiliation followed me everywhere. My studio was erased, my existence replaced with portraits of his fiancée. At the family banquet, I was seated at the margins, degraded publicly, forced to play the obedient subordinate. When death came close, he shielded her with his body while kicking me aside to face the explosion alone. Even in the hospital, he erased our past, covering the phoenix tattoo I had designed for him with the double‑headed eagle of alliance. “From now on," he declared, his eyes fixed on her, “My body and soul belong only to Irina."Every gesture became a symbol of replacement. And when I tried to leave, he bound me with the family’s blood oath, forcing me to kneel in submission before all. But beneath the ashes of betrayal, my resolve hardened. “Blood for blood, humiliation for humiliation—Rocco DeLuca would pay!”

Gnero pulled me into his arms, comforting me as I clung to him. The tension between us was electric, our bodies drawn together in a way that needed no words. “I want you,” I whispered, our breaths mingling. Those men had told me something that hunted me… They had known that I was a virgin. I could see the way Gnero’s eyes were wild with hunger, at least it would be better if my first was my husband even though I never agreed to such a marriage, at least it would be my choice. I placed my hand on his chest, a clear indication of what I wanted even though I didn’t know what exactly that I was doing. A smirk played on his lips. “I thought you’d never say it,” he murmured, pulling me into a kiss that melted me into him. Vanessa De La Cruz was the first child of the De la Cruz mafia family, she had dreams and aspirations to become the first female Mafia boss in Italy but that was until her father sold her to the Gnero family, a rival and an enemy for generations in other to seal a pact and for information on a secret that Vanessa was not aware of and when she meets Gnero she knows that he was the weapon that had been fashioned against her that was until twenty hours later, her father was murdered in cold blood and she as set up as the traitor of the family, she realizes with horror that Gnero is the only one that can save her.

“I know I’ve always hated you Hardin, but after all this, I love you,” She said this, after vowing to hate him for all eternity. Freda was cheated on by her boyfriend because, he claimed she was bad at sex so he had to cheat. Freda was angry so she went to the clubhouse with the intention of having sex with another man just to see if she was really bad at it. She didn’t know she ended up having sex with a mafia lord. Later on, she was kidnapped by him who was lust after her after having sex with her. He threatened to kill her best friend if she refused to be with him, having no choice, Freda agreed with an intention of killing him. Slowly, she didn’t know how this hatred of hers turned into love, something she wasn’t willing to let go even if he was indifferent towards her. “You’re just one of his sex toys Freda, I was once like you. When he’s done with you, he’d trash you,” Despite knowing all of this, would she let go or hold on it him? Find out!