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

Eight weeks had come and gone faster than I could've anticipated. Pretty soon, Salem, my brand new private physician, gave me the go ahead to get to work as all my stitches had completely healed and things were looking normal again. 


I was still about fifteen pounds underweight, bearing splotchy skin and a resemblance that was eerily close to that of a scarecrow, but at least I was slowly getting to where I needed to be, one bite at a time. 


It was a huge adjustment that took several hearty attempts from my part, considering Zhian had done everything in his power to keep me from chewing anything tangible.


Finally, though, it was time to get into the action of things once again, and after my recovery for the last two months where I had nothing to do but think things through and analyse my trauma, I knew exactly where to start. 


Dominico blinked at me with his brows pinched together at the centre.<i> "What?" </i>


The Recovery