Истории Lucamoretti

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  • Beneath his Darkness на awnnnn
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    Camille Laurent built her life on control. A brilliant lawyer known for destroying powerful men in court, she learned long ago that survival meant never being vulnerable again. An arranged marriage to Luca Moretti - cold, ruthless, and dangerously controlled - was supposed to be nothing more than an alliance. No love. No trust. No attachment. But wars don't stay outside closed doors. When Camille's past resurfaces in the most brutal way, the man she married for convenience becomes the one willing to burn everything to keep her safe. And Luca, who has spent his life mastering power and restraint, discovers that protecting her might cost him the control he's built his entire life around. Because some men hurt to own. And some men destroy to protect. In a world of secrets, violence, and public judgment, Camille must decide whether love can exist without fear - and whether the most dangerous man she knows is also the safest place she's ever been.
  • Whispers Under the Devil's Shadow на NoTanjun
    NoTanjun
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    In a city where danger wears a thousand faces and secrets bleed beneath neon lights, Mia is just another ghost trying to disappear. But when Luca Moretti-the ruthless king of the underworld-locks eyes on her, she's pulled into a dangerous game where desire and death walk hand in hand. He's fire. She's the storm. Together, they're a risk too wild to survive. Can Mia survive the darkness without losing herself? Or will falling for the devil be the last mistake she ever makes?
  • Too Close To Sin  на Noraknight00
    Noraknight00
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    "I saw something I shouldn't have. Now he owns my silence." Venice is the kind of city that makes you believe beautiful things can't hurt you. I know better now. My name is Alina. I'm twenty-two years old, I was supposed to graduate in the spring, and somewhere between a café full of corpses and a mafia boss who decided I was more useful alive than dead - I became his fiancée. He didn't ask. He never asks. The worst part isn't the cage. The worst part is the moment you realize you've stopped counting the days.