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Razor's Edge (A Vincenzo Fanfic)

Razor's Edge (A Vincenzo Fanfic)

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Carina has always been a cherished jewel of her father, apple of his eye from the day she was born. Her one cry and her father would turn the whole city upside down, just to stop her tears. That's how much he doted upon her. Her life was amazing and perfect, like some fairy tale. But. How can someone's life be so perfect? It's not. You see, her father, is a mafia boss. Well, used to be. Until he was killed by one of his sworn enemies. Forced into hiding by the circumstances, she left her homeland and created a new identity for herself in another country. Just when she starts to think she had left her past behind, an encounter with one man drags her back to the very darkness she was trying to escape from. An encounter with only person she desperately wanted to avoid. Vincenzo Cassano
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Love does not make a man weak. It gives the devil a reason to protect something fiercely. Europe bleeds differently than Korea. Here, the shadows wear silk suits, the knives are hidden in bank accounts, and the devil speaks seven languages - each one fluent in death. Vincenzo Cassano has become more than a consigliere. He is a myth. A whisper that travels through vaults, across borders, into the terrified hearts of warlords, CEOs, and false saints. The man who burned Babel Group in broad daylight. The man who orchestrated courtrooms like symphonies and made empires vanish beneath fire and gold. But even legends carry ghosts. And when the fires die down - when the wine runs dry and the blood is washed from his hands - one memory remains: Hong Cha-young. Her laugh. Her fury. Her unwavering sense of justice wrapped in chaos. The woman who saw through his darkness - and didn't run. She called me the devil. And then she stayed.

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