*A Heir of Silence Spinoff* Enzo Moretti was never meant to rule. Third-born. Uncrowned. The weapon, not the king. But when the Russian Bratva fractures and its Don is violently removed, the throne doesn't go to the prepared-it goes to the feared. And Enzo's name carries weight. Sent to Russia to stabilize a crumbling empire, Enzo steps into a world built on ice, blood, and loyalty enforced at gunpoint. He doesn't speak the language. He doesn't know the politics. But he understands violence, power, and what it takes to survive when mercy is a weakness. At his side is Maya-the strategist assigned to keep him alive. She never wanted to return to Russia. The past she buried there refuses to stay frozen, and every step forward drags old ghosts into the light. But as Enzo claims a throne he never asked for, Maya becomes more than his guide-she becomes his anchor in a country that devours the unprepared. As past and present collide beneath frozen skies, enemies circle, alliances fracture, and the line between control and destruction blurs. In Russia, power isn't inherited. It's taken. And the ice doesn't care who you were before it crowned you. Heir of Ice

"I have nothing to lose. Death? It doesn't scare me." Living under a mask of innocence, she's the perfect agent. Cold, calculated, and ready to retire after one last mission. Her escape from the life of violence is almost in reach, but fate seems to have other plans. When her mission takes an unexpected turn, she finds herself tangled in a web of danger and intrigue, crossing paths with people she never thought existed and a man with power, danger, and ties to a notorious mafia. Now, nothing is as it seems. One final choice could change her life forever. But will she survive the consequences?

Everyone thought I was the sweet one. The quiet one. The safe choice. He wanted me because I was 'wife material.' And while he was out living a double life, my best friend, she was helping him hide it. One anonymous message shattered everything I thought I knew. But now that I know all their dirty little secrets... Maybe it's time I revealed one of my own. Because what no one knows is... I'm Ivan Petrov's daughter. And now I have a decision to make. Stay and be the vanilla wife he needed... Or walk away and become the bad girl he never deserved, but always wanted.

I used to believe monsters lived under the bed. Now I know better. They wear human skin. The chains bite into my wrists again as I try to squirm, but I don't cry anymore. Crying makes it worse. Crying makes me weak. That's what he says, anyway. "Big girls don't cry," he sneers, dragging the blade slowly across my stomach. "You're not a baby anymore, are you?" I try to be silent. I try to be still. But the pain makes my body twitch. The blood trickles like warm tears down my ribs. I squeeze my eyes shut and pray for the darkness to swallow me whole. It doesn't. I wish I could remember my mother's voice. My father's face. My brothers- Were they even real? Or just dreams I invented to survive? Time doesn't exist here. Only pain. And him. He says my name like it's a curse: Alessia. He tells me pain is my teacher. That fear will become my friend. That one day, I'll thank him for turning me into something more than a girl. He's wrong. I'm not more than a girl. I'm something else entirely. Because one day, I stop praying for the pain to end. I start learning from it. One day, I take the knife from his hand. One day, he bleeds. That's the day I stop being Alessia, the little girl. And I become something far worse.

She stood, a smirk curling her lips, her gaze sharp enough to cut through steel. "You may command the world, Lucifer, but I know how to set that very world on fire." Lucifer's eyes darkened, a dangerous glint sparking in their depths. He stepped closer, his grip firm as he pulled her into the shadow of his power. "Then burn me, Fiore," he whispered, his voice like smoke and sin. "I'll worship the ashes."

They said she died peacefully. That's what they always say, don't they? When someone slips away in a hospital bed - when the machines stop beeping, and the room goes quiet except for the sigh of grief no one dares to release. Peaceful. Like death is ever kind. I was five. Too young to understand why my mother wasn't waking up. Too small to make sense of the nurses whispering in the hallway or the way they looked at me, like I was already a problem they didn't know how to solve. Her name was Rebecca. She was twenty-five. And her blood betrayed her. They said it was cancer. Aggressive. Silent. A thief in the bloodstream. By the time they caught it, it had already taken everything. I was all she had. And when she left, I had no one. No father. No family. Just a name I couldn't pronounce, and a world I didn't belong to. The system chewed me up und spat me out. Foster homes. Group homes. Back and forth like a package No one ordered. Smiles that didn't last. Promises that broke before they were even spoken. Every time someone tried to "fix" me, I'd break first, make sure they knew I was no one's charity case. No one's second chance. Eventually they stopped trying. I got older. Quieter. I stopped waiting to be rescued and started fighting instead. Literally. Underground rings don't ask for backstories. Just fists. Blood. And that, at least, I could give them. Then one night, seventeen years into this messy life, someone knocked on my door. A stranger. Two of them, actually. His name was marcello Mariano a man claiming to be my father, a man I'd only ever heard of in headlines. CEO. Businessman. Untouchable. I knew his face from magazines. I knew his name from rumors. But I didn't know why he'd come for me. Or what kind of danger was following him. All I knew was that everything I thought I knew about my life... Was a lie. And now the weight I never asked for is trying to pull me under. But I won't drown. Not again.

Four years ago, Natalia Moretti disappeared. No goodbye. No explanation. Just silence. Once the youngest princess of the Italian mafia, Natalia was raised to obey-to smile, to submit, to accept a future chosen for her. Instead, she chose herself. Now she's back in New York. Her parents are gone. Her brothers rule the Moretti empire. And the boy she once loved-the one who thought she betrayed him-has become a man shaped by power, pride, and unfinished heartbreak. Natalia returns different. Stronger. Untouchable in ways no one expects. She's built a life of her own, far from the shadows she was born into-and she carries a secret that could change everything. As old feelings resurface and fate pulls her back into the orbit of the man she never forgot, Natalia must decide how much of her heart she's willing to risk again. Because love in their world is never simple. And some secrets aren't just dangerous- They're legacy-changing. Heir of Silence is a slow-burn mafia romance about first love, second chances, and the quiet strength it takes to protect what matters most-when the whole world is watching.

"Look at them, enjoying life without you. I guess they favor your twin sister more than you that's why they gave you up, huh?" After thirteen years of endless torture and abuse at the hands of her captors and foster families, Natalia had grown to accept the fact that she has no one but herself to rely on. She made herself strong... too strong that she became someone she never thought she would be. A cold-hearted killer. A famous assassin known as Viper who is created by darkness itself. She was the art of darkness. At the age of nineteen, she stumbles upon people she never wished to see. Her biologicals. The people she despises the most for abandoning her, leaving her to die in the hands of the devils. But little did she know that the more she tries to escape them, the more destiny pulls them together. What's more when she gets herself mixed up with the man who she shares a love-hate relationship with. From untold feelings of love turns into small gestures of comfort and care. © 2022

𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨, 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧. 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐝, 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬, 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐨.