"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙩 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚." In the shadowed kingdom of Elowyn, Princess Astra is a flame caged in glass-noble and sharp-tongued. Her bloodline is power. Her future is political. Her heart? Supposed to be silent. Then comes Dorian-a cold, mysterious knight from the banished House of Shadows, cloaked in secrets and scarred by betrayal. Sworn to serve her court. Bound by a forbidden past. The moment their eyes meet, the Veil awakens-a cursed bond that ties their dreams, desires, and souls. What begins as stolen glances becomes a dangerous entanglement. But when Astra discovers the truth about her family's crimes-and the betrayal that could start a war-she's torn between the kingdom she was born to protect and the man she was never meant to love. Enemies surround them. Loyalty is fragile. And love might be the most dangerous rebellion of all. 𝐀 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧. 𝐀 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞. 𝐀 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞. 𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘾𝙧𝙪𝙚𝙡 𝙋𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙂𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙏𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨, 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙮 𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬-𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢-𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙨, 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙗𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨, 𝙥𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙠𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨.

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.