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

I glared at Claudette, who was in no better position as we placed our masks over our faces. It was true that my knees were shaking but it was so rude of her to point that out, especially when I wasn't telling her that there was a bright red splotch just visible under the hair over her shoulder. 


Henri kissed the side of my head, offering his arm for support. With a grateful smile, I linked my arm with his, my glamorous wedding band on full display for the world to see. Mrs. and Mrs. still seemed surreal to me. 


"I'm here for you every step of the way, amour." 


"I know you are." I leaned up to kiss him before taking a deep breath to steel myself. "What time is it?" 


"Half past eight. The guests are already in the room." Jean-Louis tapped at his smartwatch for a bit. "Everyone's here." 


The Grand Entrance