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In the heart of Rome, two names ruled the underworld like thunder and lightning - Alessandro Moretti and isabella russo
Both feared. Both respected. Both untouchable.
But fate, cruel and ironic, made them husband and wife.
Their marriage wasn't built on love - it was built on power. A deal between two empires to stop a war. The night they signed the papers, Valentina warned,
"You may have my name, Alessandro, but you'll never have my obedience."
He smirked, eyes cold as steel.
"And you'll never have my mercy, cara mia."
From that moment, their mansion became a battlefield.
Every decision turned into a challenge.
Every glance - a spark waiting to burn the room.