It's a story about a girl widowed at a young age, once adorned in vibrant colors, is now stripped of them, forced to wear white a shade once symbolizing purity, now turned into a mark of mourning. The absence of color mirrors the life she has been made to leave behind, her identity reshaped by tradition rather than choice. White, once a canvas of beginnings, becomes a prison of sorrow, a silent decree of loss and isolation.And a young, ruthless mafia king who once feared the darkness but now ruled it-loved the color of flames, the perfect fusion of red and orange. He despised white, seeing it as surrender, a sign of giving up. Driven by the passion of his red, he set out to defy the monochrome world imposed upon her and ignite it with the fierce, unyielding flames of his desire. What will happen when he attempts to color her life with his fire? In his realm of calculated power and relentless ambition, his quest to see her reborn in fiery hues challenges both their destinies. As he battles his own inner demons and the brutal codes of his empire, she must confront the shackles of tradition. Together, they teeter on the edge of transformation one daring to reclaim her stolen vibrancy, the other seeking redemption in a life that has long been defined by darkness.
"The Hacker and the Mob Boss" ❦
Reyna Fields seems to be an ordinary girl with her thick-framed glasses, baggy clothes, hair always up in a ponytail, and her head tucked away behind a computer screen. However, no one knows she's armed with a genius IQ and a heart of gold. She hacks her way into virtual systems on a search for her mother.
Unfortunately for her, she has hacked into the wrong database. She hacked into the database of the notorious mob boss, Santino "Saint" Venturi.
Saint is the opposite of his name. He's known for his ruthlessness. As a mob boss to a mafia, he learned to eat or be eaten. When Reyna stumbles upon his database, a plan dispersed into his mind. He's going to take her.
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"I don't share, angel."
"He's a friend," she found herself saying. Dante was too busy staring at her to notice the fiery glare in Saint's eyes. She was mentally praying that Dante would just look away.
His fingers trailed up her leg before his hand latched onto her sex. He held her there while a small gasp left her lips. "I will fuck you on this table if he doesn't stop looking at what belongs to me."
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HIGHEST RANKING:
#5 romance - 6/26/22
Dark Romance
Cover by @-simplyhan