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In a world where blood ties and betrayal go hand in hand, Valentina Rossi and Lorenzo De Luca were born to be enemies. He is the ruthless king of the north, ruling through fear and violence. She is the heir to the Rossi empire, raised to be cunning and untouchable. Their families have been at war for generations, but when a deadly conspiracy threatens them both, they are forced into an uneasy alliance.

Torn between hatred and a dangerous attraction, Valentina and Lorenzo play a game of power, seduction, and survival. Every glance is a challenge, every touch a threat, and every kiss a war. But as they navigate ambushes, betrayals, and an unseen enemy pulling the strings, the lines between enemy and lover begin to blur.

In a world where loyalty is a lie and desire is deadly, can they survive long enough to uncover the truth—or will their sinful alliance be the weapon that destroys them both?

sinful alliances

Power. Deception. Lust. They played the same game, but only one could win.

The moment Valentina walked out of the club, Lorenzo knew he was already too deep.

She was a fucking siren—luring men into the depths, drowning them in her wake. And like an idiot, he was letting her pull him under.

The deal she proposed wasn't just dangerous. It was suicidal.

Lorenzo's private penthouse sat at the top of a high-rise overlooking the city—a kingdom of lights and shadows. It was his sanctuary, his war room, the place where he made decisions that ruined men's lives.

Valentina stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, one hand resting lightly on her hip, the other holding a glass of whiskey. The city's glow cast golden highlights over her skin, making her look untouchable. Untouchable. But not to him.

He poured himself a drink, leaning against the bar as he watched her. "You want to take down our families from the inside."

She took a slow sip before turning to face him. "I want to burn the whole fucking empire to the ground and rebuild it on our terms."

A dark chuckle escaped him. "And you think I'll just go along with this because you asked nicely?"

She stepped closer, slow and deliberate. "No, I think you'll go along with it because you want the same thing I do—control."

Lorenzo set his glass down and met her gaze, the air between them charged, thick with unspoken things. History. Lust. Hate.

"You think I trust you enough for that?" he asked, voice low, rough.

She smirked. "I don't need your trust. I need your greed."

This was why Valentina Rossi was dangerous. Because she understood him better than anyone.

And still, he wanted to break her.

"Let's say I agree," he murmured, stepping closer, his voice dark velvet. "What's stopping me from turning around and taking you out first?"

She lifted her chin, eyes flashing. "Nothing. But then you'd never know if I was telling the truth."

His jaw clenched. She had a point.

He could kill her. He should kill her.

But instead, he reached out, his fingers brushing over her waist, pulling her closer. "You like playing with fire, Valentina."

Her lips parted slightly, her breath warm against his skin. "And you like watching me burn."

Lorenzo inhaled sharply, dragging her flush against him.

"Tell me," he murmured, his lips ghosting over her jaw. "Did you come here to make a deal, or did you just want to see if you could still make me hard?"

Her breath hitched—just for a second. Then she smirked, running her nails lightly down his chest. "Why not both?"

Before he could stop himself, his mouth crashed against hers, all teeth and tongue and war.

She moaned into him, fingers tangling in his hair as he gripped her hips, pressing her against the bar. Their bodies fit together like a weapon loaded, like the start of a battle where there could be no winner.

His hands roamed over silk and skin, pushing her dress higher, until—

Lorenzo growled against her lips, but she pulled back, chest heaving, eyes dark and wild.

"Let it ring," he muttered, already leaning in to reclaim her.

But she smirked, slipping out of his grip like smoke. "Check it. You never ignore a call from your men."

Still breathing heavily, he grabbed his phone from the counter and answered.

A voice crackled through the line. "Boss, we have a problem."

Because in this world, peace was just the silence before the next gunshot.

Chapter 2