Owned by the Enemy

Chapter 1: The Enemy’s Daughter The last thing Elisa Romano remembered was the taste of red wine on her lips and the soft music echoing through the hall of her father’s estate. The party was meant to be a celebration. Her brother had just returned from overseas. The Romano family was at its peak. And then the world went black. Now, she woke up in darkness. The smell of leather. The hum of an engine. Her wrists—tied. Mouth—dry. Eyes—blinded. She struggled. "Don’t bother," a deep, cold voice said beside her. It wasn’t angry. It wasn’t kind. It was control, wrapped in silk and steel. "You’re safe... for now." The blindfold was ripped off, and the first thing she saw was a pair of dark, dangerous eyes. Alessio Moretti. The devil himself. Every inch of him screamed mafia royalty. Black shirt, rolled sleeves, tattoos like sins written on his skin. Hair slicked back. A scar on his jaw from a fight he probably enjoyed. "Where—Where am I?" she spat, trying to mask the panic in her voice. "My home. But I prefer to call it your prison," Alessio replied, leaning back in the leather seat of the car, like he owned her. "You kidnapped me? You’re insane! My father—" "—Your father," Alessio cut in sharply, "is the reason my brother is dead." Elisa froze. "What?" "You heard me, principessa. You’re not a guest here. You’re a pawn. My revenge. My message." She stared at him, hatred burning. But something else burned too. Fear. Excitement. A forbidden heat creeping up her spine. Alessio leaned closer, his voice low and dangerous. "Don’t worry, Elisa. I won’t hurt you… unless you make me want to." His eyes dropped to her lips. “And I have a very… specific way of dealing with disobedient girls.” She slapped him. Silence. Then his smile grew. Slow. Dark. Enjoying it. "Good," he said, eyes glinting. "I like fire. Just don’t forget—" He gripped her jaw, not too hard, but enough to show who was in control. "You’re mine now." End of Chapter 1