"𝐂𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥," His voice drops to a husky whisper, eyes gleaming with dark intensity "𝐈𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭, 𝐢𝐭'𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝." "Not all monsters are cruel. Some are just wounded enough to stop being human." What would you do if the man who loves you the most... isn't always the same man?

"A knife. A kiss. And a contract neither of them can break." Anna knows three things: NEVER trust a man with a smile that dangerous, never let your guard down in enemy territory, and never-ever-mix business with desire. Rocco Marcello lives to break rules, especially hers. He's the enemy's right hand, the one man standing between her and her mission... and the one who shouldn't be able to get under her skin. But one night changes everything. A deal forces them into each other's shadows, and every glance, every touch, every whispered threat starts blurring the lines between loyalty and temptation. In a world where alliances shift like smoke and one mistake can get you killed, Anna must decide: Will she end him... or let him in? Because in this game, love isn't the risk. It's the weapon. Glimpse- Rocco's eyes lingered on the blade in her hand. "You always greet people like this?" Anna didn't flinch. "Only the ones I might have to kill." He laughed, low and dangerous. "Good to know I'm special." "You're not," she said, slipping the knife back into its sheath. "You're just in my way." He stepped forward until she could feel the heat of him. "And yet... you haven't moved me." Her lips curved into something that wasn't quite a smile. "Not yet."

She's the daughter of his enemy. He's the man who destroyed the last piece of her mother's memory. Iris Volkov built a company, an empire with grace, grit, and a fire forged by betrayal. She escaped her family's blood-stained legacy-but never its chains. One man. One careless, cold-blooded man-shattered the only thing she vowed to protect. Now, she carries that hatred like a second skin. Silas Draven Romano doesn't make mistakes. He eliminates them. Crowned emperor of the Romano empire, his silence speaks violence, and mercy is not in his blood. But when a furious hurricane wrapped in blue eyes and venomous grace costs him a years-long target, she earns a place on his blacklist-and maybe under his skin. They're not lovers. They're not allies. They're two storms on a collision course-violent, unforgiving, and bound by a past soaked in secrets. Hatred is the game. Obsession is the weapon. And love? That was never in the plan.