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

"Didn't she come up with this Isabella character to be safe?" Henri stirred cream into his coffee mechanically while Claudette badgered him with questions. 


"And she would've been dead already if she hadn't disguised herself." Henri looked at me, which I could see clearly in the reflection of the toaster oven. "Madame Katarina knows what she's doing." 


"She's only twenty-one." Claudette lowered her voice even more than before. "I know she's smart but she couldn't have thought of everything. Look at how many people have seen the holes in her plan."


"That's because she doesn't have a plan." Henri scoffed. "She's making this up on the fly."


"Excusez moi?" Claudette sounded incredulous, as I knew she would be. It would be stupid of anyone to venture into this without a plan, which is why I had one. It just hadn't worked the way I'd hoped it had. 


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