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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.


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Excerpt 


“You smell like him.”

Alessandra froze, her heart thundering as Matteo’s eyes darkened.

“Did he force you?” he asked, voice like a blade wrapped in silk.

She shook her head. “No.”

“But you didn’t want it,” he said quietly—like a truth he already knew.

He stepped closer, his presence devouring the room.
“You left your penthouse in the middle of the night,” he murmured. “Why?”

Alessandra didn’t answer. She couldn’t.

Because she had already run—straight to him.

Matteo’s gaze pinned her in place.
“You came here to forget,” he said. “To let me erase him.”

And maybe she had.

Because with him, nothing else mattered.
Not the past.
Not the pain.
Only the storm he brought with every step.

Captured by shadows

Alessandra's phone vibrated aggressively on the nightstand, the sharp buzz dragging her from her tangled thoughts. She sighed, reaching for it with a lazy stretch, the silk sheets pooling around her body. The name flashing across the screen made her lips curl into a knowing smirk.

Alessandra exhaled deeply before answering. "Ciao, amica."

"Ciao?!" Guilia practically shrieked on the other end. "Alessandra Ricci, what the actual fuck is going on? I leave you for one night—ONE NIGHT—and the world erupts into chaos!"

Alessandra chuckled, shifting against the pillows. "I take it you've seen the headlines?"

"Headlines?! Cara, your name is trending worldwide! 'Heiress Alessandra Ricci Caught in Passionate Affair with Corsini Heir.' 'Matteo Corsini Claims Ricci Princess as His Own.' Do you understand how insane this is? You're supposed to be engaged to Luca, not—"

"Not his brother?" Alessandra finished, arching a brow.

"Dio santo, I need wine. Start talking. Now."

Alessandra smirked. "You already knew Matteo wanted me."

"Oh, I knew he wanted you, cara. But I didn't expect you to let him—" Guilia cut herself off. "Wait. Did you…?"

Alessandra stayed silent, letting the charged air between them speak for itself.

Alessandra chuckled. "I didn't let him do anything, Guilia. I chose him."

"I've never been more serious in my life."

Guilia let out a low whistle. "Damn. The ice queen melted."

Alessandra rolled her eyes. "You're impossible."

"I'm your best friend. And right now, I need every single dirty detail of what happened after you left the gala."

Alessandra hesitated, biting her lip.

Could she put into words what happened?

Could she even begin to describe the way Matteo had looked at her as she stood in his room, drenched from the rain, her heart racing in her chest? The raw possessiveness in his gaze? The way he had touched her—slow, deliberate, as if memorizing every inch of her skin?

Or the way he had kissed her like she was his.

"I ran from Luca," she admitted. "He—he tried to force himself on me."

A sharp inhale from Guilia. "Bastardo."

"I didn't think. I just ran. And Matteo—he was the only person I could turn to."

Alessandra's lips curled into a smile. "I told him everything. And he told me exactly what he wanted."

A soft, knowing hum from the other end.

Alessandra smirked, her voice dropping into a sultry whisper.

"Then, he took what was already his."

Alessandra laughed, a warm flush creeping up her neck at the memory of Matteo's hands, his lips, the way he had devoured her like a man starved.

He had made it clear—there was no going back.

Guilia sighed, voice laced with amusement. "I should be scandalized, but honestly? I'm proud of you, cara. You finally stopped playing by the Ricci family's rules."

Alessandra's expression softened. "I had no choice. Matteo made sure of that."

The warmth of their conversation settled over her like a second skin, a moment of peace in the midst of chaos.

Alessandra turned, brows knitting together just as Bianca's urgent voice rang through the suite.

"Alessandra, it's Luca. He's here."

And just like that, the firestorm had arrived at her doorstep.

The Fire Ignited