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

"So this is Paris?" The train slowed down as we rolled into the polis of what was the city of love. "It's smaller than I expected." 


"Everything in France is smaller than expected," Moira grumbled. "Except the mansions." 


"The highborn mansions, you mean," I had seen the modern houses of the rich and they were small too. "I am excited to try the cafe's here." 


"Forget that, there's a bakery here that can literally take all of my money." Moira was very passionate about baked goods the same way I was very passionate about caffeine. "Their macarons and Victoria sponge cake are to. Die. For." 


"Victoria sponge cake, you say?" I perked up. In my opinion there was nothing more perfect than a nice, thick slice of Victoria sponge cake and piping hot coffee. 


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