IS LOVE REALLY A THING?

IS LOVE REALLY A THING?

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Scarlet is the almost perfect 20years old independent lady doesn't believe in love and has no intentions to.. any time soon. Even after Evan the Mafia king proves that" A devil like himself could feel something opposite to hate". The hesitant Scarlet is superior to the devil,unyielding with the stone cold beating box stuck between her chest called #HEART. Not after what hes' put her through. She intends to stay that way for a long time,even if it's forever. would she ever step away from her deliberate denial? would Evan ever let himself fail at one thing once in his entire life time... just once? Is love really a thing?
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When Scarlett Moretti is forced into a contract marriage with cold-blooded mafia heir Lorenzo De Rossi to settle her family's debts, she becomes a pawn in a deadly game of power and secrets. Trapped in a loveless union and surrounded by danger, Scarlett must navigate the dark underworld of crime, betrayal, and temptation-while fighting the pull of a man who might be her worst enemy or her only salvation. --- "Was last night just your way of silencing the screams-the blood?" Lorenzo's voice was velvet and fire. "No, it was me reminding you... you don't get to stand on the sidelines anymore. You're mine-in body, in loyalty, in blood." "This isn't love," she whispered. "It's not even a marriage." He moved like a storm, pinning her to the wall with just his presence. "You're right," he murmured, fingers trailing up her waist. "This isn't love. This is power. Surrender. The kind that burns through your spine and brands your soul." "You think you own me?" she asked, breathless. He leaned in, his voice a command disguised as a whisper. "I do. But what haunts you most... is that some twisted part of you wants me to." --- A dark romance where vows are weapons, love is a risk, and trust could be fatal.

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