She never believed in love. He never allowed himself to feel it. Beatrice lives freely, speaking her mind and chasing her own path. Love, to her, is something that belongs in movies - not in real life - Romero built his world on control, power, and silence. Emotions are distractions. Attachments are weaknesses. But in Verona, beneath golden lights and quiet canals, their worlds collide. What begins as tension turns into desire. What feels impossible becomes inevitable. Yet Romero's past is darker than Beatrice ever imagined - and not everyone wants to see them together. Enemies watch. Jealousy grows. And some love stories don't break softly... they burn. Between fear and surrender, between pride and vulnerability, they must decide: Is love worth risking everything? Because some connections are not meant to be avoided. Only survived.

Veronika O'Connor tiene una personalidad intensa, un carácter impulsivo y un talento especial para meterse en problemas. Todo iba relativamente bien hasta la llegada de Nicholas Evans, el chico nuevo: distante, sarcástico y con la extraña habilidad de sacarla de quicio con solo mirarla. Entre enfrentamientos, encuentros inevitables y una guerra silenciosa de miradas, Veronika descubre que evitarlo es mucho más difícil de lo que esperaba. ¿Qué es lo que Nicholas esconde tras su actitud fría? ¿Y por qué pelear con él empieza a sentirse peligrosamente distinto?

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.