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

"It's almost ready." I blew out a deep breath, grabbing a strand of my red coloured hair and checking the temperature of my curling iron. My vanity was littered with everything from makeup and hairspray to eyebrow wax and tweezers. 


One could never be too careful, especially now that the long awaited moment of my big comeback had arrived. Everything, especially me, had to be absolutely perfect. 


The masquerade ball which I'd impulsively planned was in its first lively hours, whereupon the guests would arrive and the initial intrigue of who was beneath what mask would be the only thing they concerned themselves with for a good while. It wasn't a particularly solid plan to have invited some of my worst enemies and put them all in a room together, but I wanted everyone to hear the truth of things straight from my mouth and no other source. Also, drinking straight Bacardi while pondering how you hit rock bottom tends to make the most desperate people do even more desperate things. 


The Pre-game Moment