Alessia had grown up in the walls of a gilded prison. Her father, Marco Romano, controlled everything — her meals, her dresses, her education. But never once had he mentioned the De Lucas beyond a single command:
“They are filth. If you ever cross paths with one, you kill — or die.”
But now here she was… standing in the heart of Lorenzo De Luca’s empire.
Breathing the same air.
Sleeping in his bed.
Bleeding for him.
Burning for him.
And she couldn’t deny it anymore.
She was falling — too deep, too fast.
Into the arms of the very monster she was raised to destroy.
Lorenzo stood in front of the old vault buried beneath the safehouse.
He had never opened it. Not since his father’s death.
But something Bianca said — about Marco’s phone call — haunted him.
And his father had once w
