VIVIAN RUSSO -
Beautiful, confident, and outspoken, Vivian is the daughter of Alejandro Russo, one of the most well-known businessman. At just twenty one, she finds her life no longer her own when she discovers her father has arranged her marriage to Dominic Castillo-the heir of the powerful Castillo Mafia Empire. Forced into a union she never asked for, Vivian must navigate a world where love is forbidden, trust is dangerous, and loyalty comes at the cost of her freedom.
DOMINIC CASTILLO -
Cold, ruthless, and feared by many, Dominic is the twenty-four-year-old son of Gabriel Castillo, the infamous mafia boss. Groomed his entire life to be merciless, he never imagined marriage would be used as a weapon of power. Bound to Vivian Russo by an arrangement made between their fathers, Dominic resents the chains of tradition but cannot ignore the spark of fire in his new bride-the only woman who dares to challenge him.
What happens when two heirs of rival empires are forced into marriage for power, not love? Will they resist the undeniable pull between them, or will their growing passion become their greatest weakness? In a world of blood, betrayal, and power, breaking the rules could mean destruction-for both of them
"A knife. A kiss. And a contract neither of them can break."
Anna knows three things: NEVER trust a man with a smile that dangerous, never let your guard down in enemy territory, and never-ever-mix business with desire.
Rocco Marcello lives to break rules, especially hers. He's the enemy's right hand, the one man standing between her and her mission... and the one who shouldn't be able to get under her skin.
But one night changes everything. A deal forces them into each other's shadows, and every glance, every touch, every whispered threat starts blurring the lines between loyalty and temptation.
In a world where alliances shift like smoke and one mistake can get you killed, Anna must decide:
Will she end him... or let him in?
Because in this game, love isn't the risk.
It's the weapon.
Glimpse-
Rocco's eyes lingered on the blade in her hand. "You always greet people like this?"
Anna didn't flinch. "Only the ones I might have to kill."
He laughed, low and dangerous. "Good to know I'm special."
"You're not," she said, slipping the knife back into its sheath. "You're just in my way."
He stepped forward until she could feel the heat of him. "And yet... you haven't moved me."
Her lips curved into something that wasn't quite a smile. "Not yet."