Sirius Black sigue vivo, y después de haber sobrevivido ante el ataque en el ministerio, decide traer de regreso a su única hija.
Lyra Black se crió en un orfanato, lejos de su madre, y teniendo la certeza de que su padre se encontraba en prisión.
La heredera Black detesta a sus padres por motivos diferentes, y es por eso, que a su llegada, lo único que hace, es hacerles la vida imposible a ambos, aún estando separados.
Estudiaba en Beauxbatons, tenía una vida hecha en Francia, rodeada de gente importante, lejos de la guerra. Pero su padre tomó la decisión por ella, y sin darle opción alguna, ella se ve obligada a mudarse con Sirius Black, en Gran Bretaña.
Compartiendo techo y habitación con un montón de gente vulgar, magos y brujas que se resguardan en su mansión para no morir en aquella guerra.
Isabelle, la madre de Lyra, describe a su hija como una carga, alguien que atrae los problemas por naturaleza. Y Sirius Black, está enfocado en intentar ser un buen padre, después de haberse olvidado de ella en el momento que salió de Azkaban.
Lyra le da la razón a su madre en algo, y es que ella es un imán lleno de problemas. Pues no solo ha vuelto un desastre su nuevo colegio por culpa suya, sino que también ha forjado la rivalidad entre Harry Potter, y ese chico pelinegro de cabello rizado, Mattheo Riddle.
Al parecer, ambos están interesados en probarla, indispuestos a compartirla... y Lyra no sabe decir que no al placer.
Aún así, ella sabe que terminará perdiendo. Porque al enamorarse de Mattheo Riddle, los problemas amenazan con derrumbarla.
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.