Shan R.K

The lines that blur between love and war are often the only thing keeping you alive.

I wasn't a full Italian. My mother was a Russian, a female of the Bratva. To create peace between the Famiglia her family, the Bratva gave her up. 

My father always said I was born lucky, I would never have to marry for power. I could choose. And for a while, I believed him. For a while, I thought I could marry Leonardo Catelli.

Until HE, Marco Catelli, eldest son of the Capo of the Famiglia lost his betrothed. Until he rose to be the Capo Dei Capi, The Boss of all Bosses. Until he needed an heir, a wife. Until he chose me. 

My name is Aliyana Capello, daughter of Consigliere Sartini Capello and this is my confession. 

"Bury him, mourn his death. But come Monday morning you mine Aliyana." Marco

The story follows Aliyana Capello and Marco Catelli's life and the events leading them to the alter.

When Lorenzo Catelli is murdered, Marco promises to avenge his brother's death with the help of Aliyana and his siblings. But as the answers are found, more people in the 5th State are murdered. When a cold past comes back, Marco finally sees some light in his corner. But all is not as it seems.
Enemies are never far and few in the 5th State.

Forced into a war he never wanted to protect the one he loves, Marco must choose the extent of the crimes he will commit and the enemies he will make especially if that enemy happens to be his future wife.

Boss of All Bosses

 “There is nothing more I can say to you. I am sorry Yana, I should have said something yesterday.” Sorry is a simple word, if said so many times before, it loses its magnitude. 


 It doesn’t give you the same feeling. 


 In this case, my sister doesn’t have a need to apologize. She is in an arranged pairing with Leonardo. I, however freely kissed the guy she wanted. Twice. 


 I could not have been with Leonardo. My sins and secrets with his brother tainted it, altered my feelings. The part of me that made me Russian, further made the chance of him and I ever marrying zero to none. Marco, the same. I woke up this morning knowing that my anger toward him isn't warranted. He kissed me twice and before then I didn't even know he existed. Camilla and him have history. 


 I am the other woman, not her and as painful as it is I need to let my feelings toward him go. 


 “It is okay, Guilia,” I tell her for the umpteenth time. 
