TAINTED

TAINTED

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Fiction
Romance
"I survived to live, he survived to kill. Little did we know, only one can survive this story." Reality is a prison. I had ambitions, hope and freedom for whatever my future holds. What I didn't expect, was for all that to be viciously snatched from me. Because now I was sold. Living in a world where only violence and trauma existed. I stand tall and I show no fear. Except that all fails when he arrives. Alessandro Santos. Cold and ruthless. Saving me from darkness, he wants me to submit to his cruel whims. But I want to get as far away from him. He may not claim my thoughts, but he definitely has claimed my body. And that's what scared me the most. Could we survive together? Or is death waiting for us already...? Ongoing- 18+ Triggering content Cover made by @mochaxskin
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Nikolas Bellucci Aleksandr Mikhailov is dangerous. I didn't just see it-I felt it. Every nerve in my body screamed to run the moment his sharp green eyes locked onto mine. His stare wasn't casual; it was predatory, deliberate. Like he wanted to consume every part of me and leave nothing behind. What had I done to deserve his attention? I'm a nobody. I prefer shadows over spotlights. I don't want to be anyone's Donna, their treasure, or their little prince or princess. But Aleksandr? He doesn't care what I want. Even when his hands skim over my skin, making it impossible to fight back, impossible to breathe. Even when my traitorous heart races whenever he calls me his printsessa. I'm a man. The last mafia prince of the Bellucci family. Arranged marriages, political games-it's all supposed to be beneath me. At least, that's what I keep telling myself. But Aleksandr Mikhailov doesn't ask. He takes. And some part of me, despite everything, might just want to be taken. Aleksandr Mikhailov Nikolas Bellucci is a work of art-beautiful, dangerous, and far too proud for his own good. I knew I wanted him the moment I saw him. My uncle Ivan always said, What a Mikhailov wants, he takes. Rules? Irrelevant. Boundaries? Meant to be shattered. Nikolas fights me, yes-but he'll break eventually. They always do. And when he does, I'll be there to catch him, to hold him, to ruin him until he's mine entirely. My printsessa.

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