Crimson Love

He didn't believe in love.
Not in fate. Not in happy endings.
He believed in control - in blood, power, and the sound of a man begging for his life with a bullet pressed to his skull.

Adrian Moretti was Bratva-born, war-forged, and raised to conquer.
The kind of man who smiled while watching his enemies choke on their last breath.
A man who didn't flinch at death - he orchestrated it.

So when they told him he'd marry Elina Russo, he didn't blink.
It was just another business move. Another pawn in the game.

But then she walked in -
Vivian.
The youngest. The wrong one.
Mouth like sin, eyes like fire, and a body that looked better ruined.

She looked at him like she knew what he was.
And Adrian?
He looked at her like he'd bend her over her family's fucking dinner table and make her scream his name while her sister watched.

It wasn't supposed to be her.
She wasn't part of the plan.

But now?
He wanted to destroy her.
To own her.
To make her bleed for him and beg for more.

And if anyone tried to stop him he'd put a bullet between their eyes and go right back to fucking her in the ruins.

Because Adrian Moretti doesn't fall in love.
He drags it to hell and makes it kneel.

PS : THERE'S NO CHEATING INVOLVED IN THE BOOK