« Même quand tu ne te souviens pas de qui tu es, ton frère se souvient pour toi. »
« Vivre sans espoir, c'est cesser de vivre. »
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Alyssa avait seize ans, et pour elle, la vie semblait parfaite : une famille aimante, des amis fidèles et des journées remplies de rires et de complicité.
Mais un terrible accident bouleverse son existence. À son réveil, un mot la définit : amnésique.
Tout ce qu'elle connaissait, tout ce qu'elle aimait, est devenu un mystère. Les visages familiers sont des étrangers, les souvenirs des énigmes, et la vie qu'elle menait autrefois, un monde qu'elle ne reconnaît plus.
Heureusement, son frère jumeau Lyam est là. Dévasté par la culpabilité de ce qui est arrivé, il refuse de la laisser seule face à cette perte. Déterminé, il se bat pour rallumer la flamme des souvenirs d'Alyssa, et la guider vers ce qu'elle était... et vers ce qu'elle pourrait redevenir.
Entre les liens du passé, les épreuves du présent et l'espoir fragile d'un futur qu'ils reconstruisent ensemble, Alyssa et Lyam vont découvrir que parfois, l'amour entre un frère et une sœur peut être plus fort que l'oubli.
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.