"History is a survivor's tale. It knows no villains. Only failures."
A decade ago, Leudora had her major enemies eliminated - the scientist known as the Dalmatian Serpent, and his followers, who sought her people's blood. A ruthless guardian of her kin and an unscrupulous politician, Leudora lived with her guilty conscience for as long as the invisible barrier that shields civilization from madness remained intact. But it is no longer so. When the Veil starts to fade, slowly poisoning the air and endangering those whom she once sought to protect, Leudora wants answers.
She does not expect it when the answers confirm the Dalmatian Serpent's theories: Leudora's own people, conducting bloody experiments to protect themselves from their powerful neighbors, are causing the Veil's degradation. If this gets out, not only the guilty, but all her people will be blamed. Trying to prevent a war and stop the Veil's decay, Leudora turns to her enemy's research.
The deeper she delves into the Dalmatian Serpent's secrets, the more Leudora finds herself drawn to his fascinating mind and dark science. If she follows in his footsteps, all her kin will turn against her. If Leudora stays loyal to her people, she will have to side with those who may bring them all to the verge of extinction.
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Welcome to the first version of my work that I published on Wattpad.
The Story of the Basilisk and the Serpent is complete. However, the great game will continue in "The Noblest Shroud", the second part of the trilogy.
Trigger Warnings: questionable morals, angst, mild gore, occasional violence. That should cover it. If you don't mind these aspects, you will (most likely) enjoy reading my work.
The new magnificent cover is created by @lavendareyes, a graphic designer and an author, whose creative work deserves all attention and praise.
When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love?
Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli.
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"Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound."
"No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look.
"Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help."
"No."
I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please."
Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him.
"No-"
"Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!"
"Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..."
I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined.
"Fuck it."
He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine.
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WARNING!
Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.