SugaryWinter

Do you ever wonder what your life will be like when you cross paths with your arch nemesis? Yes? Well buckle up, it’s a wild ride.

Katarina Montenegro is what everyone would simply call spoiled. She was raised with a silver spoon in her mouth and a custom Tiffany’s diamond tiara on her head. She was referred to as The Spanish Princess by everyone who knew of her existence, and she revelled in the nickname. She was young, cunning, and powerful. There was nothing Katarina wanted that she didn’t have. 

On the other hand, Marco DiBiancci was known by everyone as The Emperor Lynx, due to his ability to see through deception as easily as he could breathe. Unlike Katarina, who lived a mainly pampered life, Marco was raised by a strict father who wanted him to be in the front lines of the job since he was fourteen years old. He had spent his years getting his hands dirty and washing them again. He was young, strong, and powerful. There was nothing Marco wanted that he didn’t take for himself. 

The common ground? They were both set to inherit their father’s thrones as King and Queen of their respective organised crime kingdoms. 

The problem? Marco wanted Katarina, or more importantly, he wanted what she was set to lay claim on. Even though the two had never met, Marco was determined to get his hands on her by all means necessary, and that’s how we’re here.

This is how I, Katarina Montenegro, was kidnapped by the Italian mafia.

[WARNING: highly foul language and mature themes]

Kidnapped by the Italian Mafia

Funny how even in the most desperate of times, faking my death was not a thought that had crossed my mind at all. I wasn't opposed to it, but I also wouldn't say that it was my first option, so imagine my surprise when I go to google the latest worldwide news and the first thing I see is a picture of me and the caption of 'heiress found dead in Prague' to accompany it. 


Baffled seemed to be an understatement at the moment. I was expecting a lot of things because I had always been told to expect the unexpected, but waking up dead? That, I was not expecting. I guess there's always something that takes us by surprise… 


Even though faking my death seemed a bit extreme, I understood that it was completely necessary for the DiBiancci's to do. Now that my father was hot in their trail, they had to throw him off, and what better evidence than the body of his dead little girl? That meant that now, I couldn't communicate with him at all because if I did, then I would end up accidentally revealing the secrets of the DiBiancci family. 


It's not like I wanted to keep secrets from my dad and for the DiBiancci's, but desperate times called for desperate measures, and if I was going to take this thing from the inside, I had to be strong and quiet. If I told him everything that had happened and was currently happening, then I would have to tell him about my plans, and if I did that, then he wouldn't be discreet about it and I would be stuck having to break the Italian Mafia from the outside. 


Doing so was put impossible, but the DiBiancci's were too strong for me to break from the outside, so it seemed like I had no other choice but to keep up with my inside job of a hostage. Honestly, it wasn't that bad. It certainly wasn't any worse than what my dad would have done and I was very thankful for that, but then again, it's not like the Italians could treat me like the rest of their victims. I was VIP for a reason, and they knew better than to go against such a thing. 


Still, seeing my smiling face and the word 'dead' together, I couldn't help but think about how my dad would feel by seeing this. Knowing him, he would be absolutely devastated. It was a sad thought and I wanted to give him a big hug to calm him down, but it was impossible. 


"Curse this place," I punched the walls in anger, sighing when it didn't give, I forgot these things were made of cement. It now seemed that the only people who knew I was actually alive were the DiBiancci's and the ones working for me. Now more than ever it was necessary to bide my time and keep a low profile until things were ready for me to resurface and take the wheel. I couldn't wait for that magnificent moment. 


Still, looking at recent events, any plans that I had to use my father to help me were now down the drain. I had to recalculate and figure out a new means of operation. I could always ask Lina to help me find dirt on other people until I had enough rallied behind me to help me overthrow the DiBiancci's? 


Maybe that would work, and if it didn't in the long run, at least it was the only plan I had in my time of need. Hopefully this wouldn't backfire on me. The best I could do was tell Lina to get me more dirt on influential people at the auctions. Since she was the white rabbit, she was bound to know. Any sort of leverage was good for me right now, included sales receipts of people. 


The Faking