Matteo, Leonardo, and Alessandro, the powerful owners of De Angeli Enterprises, are in their early thirties and have built a fearsome reputation worldwide. Known for their ruthlessness and ambition, these men have amassed wealth and influence by taking whatever they desire, leaving a trail of awe and fear in their wake. They have it all-power, success, and control. But now, they want something, or rather, someone more. A shy yet resilient woman, never imagined that her path would cross with the infamous De Angeli men. When they set their sights on her, she finds herself drawn into a world of dark desires and irresistible temptation. "You look so good tied up, my pretty little kitten, my Yulia" Caught between fear and fascination, Yulia navigates the complex emotions and dangerous power plays that come with being the object of the Italian lovers' obsession.

Yulia has survived hell-kidnapped, beaten, buried alive-and through it all, Matteo, Leonardo, and Alessandro tore the world apart to bring her back. Their love is her sanctuary, their passion a fire that burns away the lingering shadows of her captivity. But when Dimitri Zverev steps into their lives, he brings a storm they never saw coming. "You dragged her into this!" Leonardo's voice is a thunderous growl, his fists clenched, his body trembling with barely contained rage. "And yet she's still alive, isn't she?" Dimitri fires back, his tone defiant, though a flicker of guilt betrays him. Dimitri's eyes darken, his jaw tightening as he stands his ground. "You think I don't know what I've done? I'd die for her just as you would. I bled for her and I would bleed for any of you!" But Dimitri is more than just a man with regrets-he's a force that shakes the foundation of everything Yulia and her men have built. His raw intensity, his unyielding loyalty, his whispered promises threaten to unravel their delicate balance. Lines blur as passion ignites, and the shadows of Dimitri's life spill into theirs, bringing danger, temptation, and the promise of something neither Yulia nor her men ever expected: completion. Four men. One woman. A love that doesn't just heal-it devours. Sequel of Yulia. Cannot be read as a stand alone, because it will be confusing.

Anya Morelli doesn't just walk into a room-she unravels it. A prodigy with a paintbrush. A daughter forged in blood. An heir to the Russian mafia by birth and the Italian syndicate by bloodline, Anya was never supposed to be soft. But she doesn't kill like her family. She captures. With art that stops hearts and eyes that never flinch. No one gets close. Not anymore. Not since them. Santiago and Matias-best friends, lovers, and heirs to the Spanish throne of crime. Together, they gave Anya a taste of forever. Then they shattered it. What's left of her still bleeds into every canvas she paints, strokes of beauty born from ruin. But destruction has a scent. And it's returning. Vincent Delacour-the newly crowned French mafia king-rules with silence and steel. Beside him, Jules: sharp-tongued, smooth-smiled, and deadly in ways that don't leave marks. They see what others don't. They want what others wouldn't dare. Anya. Not her family name. Not her legacy. Her. And in the dangerous quiet between memory and temptation, something begins to smolder. Something volatile. Something inevitable. - "You think you've hidden the worst parts of yourself," Vincent said, voice like ice sliding over flame. "But we see you, Anya." My laugh was soft, almost cruel. "No. You see what you want to break." Jules leaned against the studio doorframe, eyes dark. "Wrong. We see what we want to keep. And we don't share."