Quintessential Dynasty Series|| Book 1|Lorenzo Santini|| 18+ -An arranged marriage mafia romance- 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙜𝙪𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙮 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙙. 𝙄 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙚. *** Men have weaknesses, but not the NYC Camorra Capo, Lorenzo Santini. He has weapons. Blood and death lurk beneath his immaculate suits and callous eyes. I would know, after all, he's my husband. However, I've also been beneath the suits, and I reckon he's more perilous for my heart than my life. Cold. Cruel. Calculated. That's what they say about Lorenzo Santini. And he'll be damned if that changes even if it kills him. Copyrights© 2020 @averymarinoxo All rights reserved. -Due Editing- If you are reading this story on any platform other than Wattpad, you are very likely to be at risk of a malware attack. If you wish to read this work in its original, safe form, please go to https://www.wattpad.com/user/averymarinoxo Thank you. ⚠️⚠️Please be advised that this story contains strong language and mature themes.⚠️⚠️

Quintessential Dynasty Series|| Book 2|| Lorenzo Santini|| 18+ Please note that you must read book 1, Deception before you read this book. ••• Wedding vows are a symbol of love, but not ours. Ours were built on vengeance and sealed in blood. I reckon it's my turn to pay the price for it now. After all, I shot him despite being in love with him. Men like Lorenzo Santini can't love, but they can hate like no other, and I just committed the unforgivable crime in his eyes. Destroyed. Dead. Defeated. Words I never thought I'd hear about my husband, Lorenzo Santini. However, even he is helpless against mortality. ••• Copyright© @averymarinoxo 2020. All Rights Reserved. ••• If you are reading this story on any platform other than Wattpad, you are very likely to be at risk of a malware attack. If you wish to read this work in its original, safe form, please go to https://www.wattpad.com/user/averymarinoxo Thank you. ••• ⚠️⚠️ Please be advised that this story contains mature themes and strong language, reader discretion is advised. ⚠️⚠️

Never in a million years did I think I would cross paths with him again. Michael Woods. The boy who broke my heart. The boy who picked hockey over me. The boy who left me behind. After giving three years of my life to him, it was all over after his college graduation. He went his way and I went mine. But I never imagined landing a job at his agency when I moved to Boston four years later, let alone as his assistant. A job that's meant for me to service him, do as he asks, and give him all smiles. So, I play the part. I play the nice, kind, sweet assistant in public and ignore him like my life depends on it in private. The thought of getting close to him again terrifies me because I know. I know that once I let him again, I'll never be able to let him out. And if I do, it'll be at the cost of my heart, and this time he'll leave it broken beyond repair. I used to think he was forever mine. But hockey changed everything. What would he do now if he had to make that choice? Me? Or hockey? Or both? . . . ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TRIGGER WARNING: Mention of death by accident and depression