~The story revolves around a tale as old as time. The beauty and the beast, pain and passion~ ~Raizel Deluca~ ~Coral Thompson~ Two very different and unique personalities. The former has it all....family, looks, money, girls....everything. With an empire that makes a turnover of a billion dollars everyday and the power to bring down the world with a snap of his fingers, everyone thinks he is invincible with no vulnerability. Atleast that's what they believe...... The latter is more on the reseved side. Her life whirling around her home, her restaurant, her friends. With an easy going life and an easy going smile she spends her life in serenity. Or that's what she makes herself and others believe.... Given their completely different worlds and personalities, what do you think will happen when they meet each other? Smiles to tears, laughter to grief, hugs to goodbyes and love to a longing pain. Billionaire and a baker, not unusual but sure a unique tale!!! Join me in this journey of finding something more than the broken whispers around! ~Started // 21st July, 2021~ ~Completed // 09th August, 2021~ ~Mature content is included in the story so please be forewarned before you dive in!~

When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.

Will she speak up about loving him? Will he force it out of her? Or will their love story remain untold? WARNING: MATURE LANGUAGE WILL BE USED.