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

"Oh my goodness, it's been days. I doubt he actually meant anything by it, he probably just wanted to scare me." 


"Katarina—" He gripped my wrists where I was securing an earring into my earlobe, looking into my eyes— "He held a gun to your head." 


"Not for the first time and definitely not the last. Guess how many times I've down that to my own cousin." I pursed my lips, pushing the back of the stud into the pin. "I already told you I'm going to tell Salvador." 


"You're not moving fast enough for my liking." Henri pulled back, hands unconsciously going to the gun hidden under his leather jacket. He looked so badass and mysterious. "Anything could go wrong while you wait." 


"You know why I have to." There was no way I could go up to my father looking like I was. He'd never believe me, even if I could prove it. 


"I know, but you're putting yourself in too much danger. Look at what you're doing now!" 


The Plot Twist (1)