Their Princess_Book One {Rough Draft}
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They built an empire together-identical twins who operate as one mind across two bodies, untouchable in the criminal underworld spanning continents. Dante and Luca Moretti have always known what they wanted: one woman to possess completely, to love with obsessive devotion, to control with absolute precision.
They found her on a crowded city street.
Enid is small, fragile, and utterly unaware of the danger closing in. Plagued by social anxiety and abandoned by the only people who should have protected her, she's spent her life isolated-the perfect canvas for two men who have spent theirs waiting for her.
Three weeks of surveillance. Three weeks of watching her every move, learning her every routine, fantasizing about the ways they'll claim her. Three weeks of planning how to make her theirs.
When they finally take her, Enid's life becomes a gilded cage high above the city. Her captors don't just want her body-they want complete ownership of her existence. They want her to need them. To crave them. To understand that resistance is futile and surrender is the only option.
In the penthouse that will become her prison, Enid discovers that love and obsession are two sides of the same dangerous coin.
A dark romance about possession, control, and the fine line between devotion and destruction.
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