In the shadowy depths of the mafia world, Althea Calisto DiVittore is not just the daughter of the most feared mafia king; she's a warrior trained for a ruthless future. With her fate sealed by bloodlines and betrayal, Althea steps into the underground arena, determined to prove herself-disguised as a boy.
After a hard-fought victory against a formidable opponent, Kazimir An-Kai Mikhailov, the heir of a powerful family with a long-standing feud against the DiVittore clan, she vanishes into the night. Kazimir, fueled by pride and the weight of his family's expectations, vows revenge. "You'll pay for this, whoever you are," he growls, unaware that the boy who defeated him is actually the daughter of his family's greatest enemy, destined to inherit a legacy as dark as his own.
Years later, their lives collide again in a deadly shootout, and Kazimir's world shatters when he discovers the truth. "You're not just a rival," he breathes, his voice laced with disbelief. "You're the devil's daughter."
As old family rivalries ignite, Althea grapples with her undeniable attraction to the man sworn to destroy her family. "I promise you, I'll find a way to show you the truth behind our families," she whispers, knowing that their hearts are entwined in a dangerous game where love and loyalty are perilously blurred.
The Devil's Heir is a pulse-pounding tale of forbidden love, vengeance, and the struggle for power, where every choice can lead to salvation-or destruction. Will Althea and Kazimir defy their destinies, or will the shadows of their past consume them both?
"𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩, 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚."
Olivia groaned and crossed her arms, standing her ground. "Don't tell me what to do. You're not my dad."
Amusement filled Santino's gaze as he stood up, abandoning the papers he desperately needed to read and sign. Yet, all that was forgotten as her bewitching lips protruded. "I might not be your dad but," a midnight lock of hair was pinned behind her ear, "I can be your papi."
Shuddering, her body drew closer to him, betraying her mind. "You're sick."
Taking the nape of her neck, Santino leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "Yet you still dream about my touch, don't you, principessa?"
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When Santino Adriano discovers that the Bratva has betrayed their neutrality by secretly working with his family's enemies, he's determined to send a brutal message that cannot be ignored. His target? The Bratva kingpin's sister, Olivia Morozov-a sheltered girl who knows little to nothing about the dark underworld her family controls, having been shielded from the darker truths of her family's empire her entire life.
Fresh out of boarding school and blissfully oblivious to the power struggle boiling beneath her feet, Olivia is suddenly whisked away from everything she's ever known and thrust into a world where loyalty is weaponised and power is the ultimate prize. As secrets and long-buried lies unravel around her, she realises she's caught in a game where the unrelenting fight for power holds more value than human lives-including her own.
Santino is cold, calculating, and relentless - everything Olivia should fear. Yet, she is intrigued by by his deadly nature. The line between fear and attraction is thin, and like a moth to a flame, she seeks him out, unafraid of the burn it may cause. She's never known anyone like him-an older, dangerous man who makes her question everything she thought she knew about desire.
Olivia just didn't expect her captor to be so handsome.