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In the dazzling world of haute couture, Alessandra Ricci reigns supreme. A supermodel adored by millions, she commands runways and magazine covers with effortless grace. But behind the glamor lies a woman trapped in gilded chains, bound by duty to marry Luca Corsini, her family’s golden son and a billionaire untouched by their mafia ties.

Matteo Corsini, the dark horse of the Corsini family, thrives in the shadows of the underworld. Ruthless and unapologetically dangerous, he’s carved his own empire within the mafia, far removed from Luca’s pristine world. Yet when Alessandra enters his life, she disrupts the order Matteo clings to. Her fiery independence and unapologetic spirit ignite a forbidden passion he cannot deny.

For Alessandra, Matteo is everything she shouldn’t want—a man steeped in darkness and danger, the opposite of her safe, predictable fiancé. But the intensity of his gaze and the unspoken understanding between them pull her into a world she’s tried to avoid.

As tensions rise, Viktor Castellano, Matteo’s closest ally and confidant, becomes both a voice of reason and a mirror to Matteo’s struggles. Their bond, forged in the fires of loyalty and shared battles, is tested as Matteo’s obsession with Alessandra threatens to blur the lines between family loyalty and personal desire.

In a world where alliances are fragile and betrayal is deadly, Matteo must choose between his devotion to Alessandra and his loyalty to the Corsini name. Will their love be worth the price of war, or will it destroy them all?

Captured by Shadows is a seductive tale of ambition, betrayal, and a love too fierce to resist, set against the backdrop of high fashion and mafia intrigue.

Captured by shadows

Alessandra's pulse was still erratic, her skin tingling from Matteo's touch, his words, his nearness. She needed air.

Without a word, she slipped through the crowd, navigating past watchful eyes, ignoring the lingering stares—especially Luca's.

She stepped through the side doors, the cool night breeze a stark contrast to the heated tension inside. The scent of jasmine and night-blooming flowers wrapped around her as she inhaled deeply, pressing her hands against the marble railing of the secluded terrace.

For a moment, she allowed herself to close her eyes, willing her heart to settle.

A shift in the air, a shadow moving behind her.

He moved with effortless confidence, his gaze dark and unrelenting as it locked onto hers. There was no pretense of distance now.

Alessandra took a step back, her spine pressing against the cool stone wall.

A slow, deliberate prowl—a predator toying with his prey.

"What are you doing here?" Her voice came out steadier than she expected.

Matteo's lips tilted. A smirk, but dangerous.

"You left." His voice was low, velvety. "I wanted to check up on you."

"You shouldn't have ," she shot back, trying to hold her ground.

His hands came up, trapping her between his arms.

But the heat of his body pressed into the space between them, rendering the cool night air useless.

Alessandra swallowed hard. "You're playing a dangerous game, Matteo."

Matteo leaned in, just enough for his breath to ghost against her cheek. "So are you, princess."

She should remind him of the engagement, of the expectations, of everything forbidden about this moment.

Matteo studied her, his gaze hooded, unreadable. But his eyes—God, his eyes.

He dragged her to the nearest room caging her between the wall and him

But her lips remained parted—silent.

Heat exploded in her veins, the contact igniting something reckless, something uncontrollable.

His lips moved against hers with deliberate intensity—not rushed, not hesitant. He was tasting her, savoring her.

A quiet sound escaped her throat before she could stop it, her fingers clenching against his chest.

The sound vibrated against her skin, and then—he deepened the kiss.

Alessandra's back pressed against the cold stone, but Matteo's body was all heat, all fire.

Her fingers slid up, curling into his jacket, pulling him closer instead of pushing him away.

Matteo groaned against her lips, approving, consuming.

His hand slid down her waist, gripping her possessively, making it very clear that he wasn't about to let her go.

Alessandra's heart slammed against her ribs, panic crashing through the haze of desire.

Matteo's grip tightened for a fraction of a second—as if he wasn't ready to let her go.

Then, slowly, reluctantly, he pulled back.

But not before pressing one last lingering kiss to the corner of her lips.

He exhaled, smirking as he glanced toward the door.

Alessandra's breath was uneven, her mind a tangled mess.

And as the knocking persisted, she realized one thing with terrifying clarity—

Cornered by temptation