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

"Do you think I'll go broke by indulging in La Perla?"


My butler side eyed me in the mirror from where he was brushing his teeth as I applied under eye cream to my face. As usual, my pyjamas consisted of a silky negligee that was modest enough to be worn in the presence of a man who I wasn't intimate with without provoking him. It looked great on me.


"Aren't you worth billions of dollars?" Henri asked once he'd rinsed his mouth. The man rose from his hunched over position and took a spray bottle from the counter. I think the most bizarre thing I'd learned about him was that he had a night time skincare routine, which made sense because his skin was amazing.


Still, I wasn't used to a man admitting that he had a skincare routine, and this made it all the better. We would always stand in the bathroom at night doing our faces. It was strangely domestic.


The Break-in