In his world, love is the deadliest weapon. When the Silvestros arrive at the Amoretto estate to discuss a potential alliance, Ariana never expected her future to be tied to Roman Silvestro - a 35-year-old mafia-affiliated CEO whose reputation is as sharp as his suits and as unreadable as his dark eyes. She's 23. Gentle. Ambitious. Sheltered from the bloodstained shadows Roman was raised in. She's an interior designer with a soft heart and a mind full of dreams. He's a businessman who blurs the line between legal and lethal, with secrets buried deeper than the foundations of his empire. He's distant. Dangerous. Powerfully connected to both the legal and illegal world. What begins as an arranged engagement turns into something far more twisted - a slow unraveling of secrets, power plays, obsession, and desire. But in a world where loyalty is currency and love is a weakness... How far will he go to protect her? And how deep will she fall for a man wrapped in velvet lies and iron chains? BOOK ONE OF SILVESTRO SERIES.

He was the serpent. Coiled in shadows. Poison in his veins. A name whispered in fear - Marco Costa, heir to a dead empire, and leader of something far more terrifying: The Vipers. She was the spark. Wild. Loud. Unapologetically reckless. Alana Salvatore - the mafia princess with oversized hoodies, candy-stained fingers, and a laugh that didn't belong in a world made of blood. Everyone expected her to choose the prince. The protector. The blade forged to shield her - Matteo Rivera. But she didn't. She chose the villain. The man with venomous promises and hands that both worship and destroy. He took her heart, her body, and gave her a crown of thorns in return. Now, she carries his heir - and her bloodline has been rewritten. This is not the story of rescue. This is the story of surrender. Of obsession. Of rebellion. Of a girl who fell for the devil and smiled while burning. In a world of kings and killers... She became the queen of the serpent. BOOK THREE OF SALVATORE SERIES.

I never thought I'd be noticed-let alone his. One moment, I stood among the crowd, my fate a dark pit. Next, the cavernous hall froze, Zypherians and humans alike holding their breath as he emerged from the shadows: the Admiral, golden eyes burning, moving with fatal purpose. He didn't stop at protocol. He didn't stop at the fear in my chest. The Matrix itself shuddered, surrendering to a new law. In that instant, I was no one. I was someone. And I was his, forced to accept a destiny I can neither refuse nor understand. I should have run. Instead, I stood-caught between terror and the quiet, impossible pull of the one monster who had unmade the rules, just to choose me.