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

After my two week stay in Russia, I spent the next four months of my life travelling the world, partaking in meeting after painfully, heartbreakingly boring meeting to both establish the knowledge that I had returned and gather the necessary forces to my side. 


After cementing my position and signing strategic partnerships with select groups in Oceania, my last stop before my return home was a meeting with one beautiful Daveen Kalharasan, future heir and regent of the Indian mineral mines my family got the jewels from for illegal smuggling. 


While the Kalharasan family had a longtime business partnership with my family, and as their heirs we knew each other very well, I still wanted to ensure that our union would continue without a hitch given the unusual circumstances the Montenegro name found itself in. 


I wouldn't be pointing fingers, but it's not to say that it wasn't all my entire fault. 


The Second Proposition