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*NOT FULLY EDITED* Adelyn Laurent; the only child to the rulers of the French Mafia. Treated nothing less than a princess her whole life, she dreamt of travelling the world, escaping her father's strict gaze and starting her very own French Patisserie. That is until an arranged marriage forces her to settle and give up on her chances of freedom. Luca De Santis; the heir to the Italian Mafia. Getting everything he wanted since birth, defying him is not option, and Adelyn is no exception. Star-struck with his wife's beauty even before wed, Luca is the first person to see through her princess act, and is willing to give her the world, if only she'll accept. ---- "Don't try and fight me Adelyn" he chuckles, "you want me on your side, not your enemies' side" "Oh is that so?" I say dryly He leans closer to me, "Tesoro I can give you the moon and the stars" I turn around and meet his eyes, my voice barely a whisper; "But I don't want that" // Reached #1 in French Reached #1 in Italian Reached #1 in MentalHealth Reached #1 in PrincessTreatment Reached #1 in Alliance Reached #1 in Promise Reached #2 in Rich Reached #2 in Slowburn

Anastasia Mancini; everyone in the underworld knows her name, the Fiore Mortale. After her Grandfather murdered her parents, she was raised as his personal assassin, learning to kill without so much as a second thought. People fear her, men fall on their knees before her, her beauty transfixing them as they know the only time she'll visit is if it's the last face they'll ever see. Vincenzo De Santis; the Don of the Italian-French Mafia. After taking over leadership from his father, Vincenzo made a name for himself, becoming the most cruel and ruthless Don ever known, determined to create a legacy of fear and power. Both are set on killing the other, Anastasia on orders from her Grandfather, and Vincenzo driven by protecting his family. When the two lock eyes they're the first not to feel the shiver of dread crawl up their spine upon meeting the other, both consumed by a hatred. But what happens when they're forced to work together on a joint mission? Will their hate prevail? Or will fate somehow find a way? ---- I feel all hope vanish when I see a cruel smile make its way to his lips, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Say that again, Anastasia," he says, the way he says my name making my stomach drop. I bite my tongue and swallow my pride, sucking in a sharp breath, "I need your help," I rasp, my voice barely audible. He chuckles and leans against the doorframe, his eyes raking down my body. "Well then get on your knees and beg for my help."

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN