Federica d'Osana has it all: only eighteen, she has success written in her future, money at her fingertips, and beauty as stunning as her anger. She's a third daughter of perfection. One flaw: she doesn't have choice. When summer before college takes an unexpected twist, she finds herself questioning her purpose; whether she should just do and not question. And it all started with him; the guy whose stare dares her to take a chance at all opportunity. One problem about it all: she's lied, and he hates liars.
Antonio Juan Gonzalez doesn't have it all. Life has been battles and struggles, and he's managed to conquer each challenge as it comes. He doesn't need a bratty princess coming in and shattering his peace and he doesn't need her gap-tooth smile distracting him and her vibrant eyes calling to instincts he doesn't want to spare. He calls the women, they don't call him. But she's not a princess, as Federica d'Ordunya claims. She's just into fashion, loves art, and rises to all his challenges. And he's caught as meeting after meeting proves just what she claims: a woman with a heart.
The streets are full of violence, betrayal is a song in the air, tears flow in the sewers like a river of souls, but it can all be washed away by the love, gently trickling down with its ferocious yet rejuvenating spirit, bringing compassion and chance. Valencia is filled with the truths, of battles lost and struggles overburdening young shoulders, and it is in these streets that starts the paths Rica and Tony need to follow. But can what started as a lie, continue to prosper after the hard bump on its road? When things turn awry, can they hold on to new found freedom, or will they lose what they once had, and what they now want?
Warning: DARK ROMANCE
Story contains detailed mature scenes possessing dubious consent not recommended for age group below 18 years old. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
Prologue
Shadows engulfed his angelic features oozing devilish intentions. It wasn't until he took a step towards her did the gravity of situation descended upon and even then she couldn't do anything but shake in fear. She knew making a run for it won't do a thing, calling was not an option and if she screamed...she opened her mouth to shrill but a meek plea came out.
Her body's lack of response terrified her, tears gathered in her orbs with horrible anticipation. With his each step nearer she gripped the frame of her window tighter hoping to keep her balance.
It took him three steps to be inches away from her body. He slowly took his suit jacket off, making himself comfortable as he amusingly watched her shaken face.
She was so horror-stricken to even look at his face. She gulped as his hand cupped her neck in a gentle grip, guiding her eyes to his.
His eyes slipped from the hold of her eyes to her lips in a second.
She grew self conscious all over again. His heated gaze on her lips was unwavering. In the moment of bewilderment and growing self awareness her tongue unconsciously wiped her lips wet and it was all it took for him to descent on her lips.
Description
Had it been upto him he'd have broken her down to pieces and never put her togather, instead, he let her build herself, he watched her collapse and stand, die and live, float and drown all the while playing her body like a putty in his hand.
Her husband had never been gentle, his ways was one of his kind. He read her like a book and used her spells against her. She was vividly aware of what she was getting herself into but nothing could prepare her for the don who brought everyone on his feet and she was no exception. How would she survive his ways or even would she?