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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

Valentina sat through dinner with Emma, but her mind was elsewhere. Lorenzo's words echoed in her skull, feeding the growing sense of unease in her chest.

Someone else is watching you, too.

By the time she left the restaurant, the feeling of being followed had intensified. The black SUV was still there, parked a short distance away. It wasn't subtle anymore. Whoever it was—they wanted her to know they were watching.

But Valentina wasn't someone who ran. If they wanted a reaction, they wouldn't get it from her.

Instead of heading straight back to the Rossi estate, she took a detour, weaving through the city's backstreets. The SUV followed. She switched lanes. So did they.

Her pulse quickened, but her grip on the wheel remained steady.

She made another sharp turn, leading them into a narrow street that ended in a dark underpass. As soon as she reached the other side, she cut her lights and pulled into a small side alley, her car blending into the shadows.

The SUV sped past, their driver unaware she had doubled back.

Valentina slipped out of her car, moving with quiet precision. She reached into her coat, her fingers brushing the cool metal of the gun strapped to her thigh.

The SUV slowed up ahead, realizing their target was no longer in sight. A figure stepped out of the vehicle, tall and broad, dressed in black. He looked around, scanning the area.

She stepped forward, the barrel of her gun pressing against the back of his skull.

"Bad night for a drive," she murmured.

The man tensed, but he didn't turn around. "Signorina Rossi," he said calmly. "I was wondering when you'd notice."

Her grip on the gun tightened. "You've got five seconds to explain who sent you before I paint this alley with your brain."

The man smirked. "I don't think your father would approve of that."

"Who the fuck are you?" she hissed.

The man finally turned, and she saw the scar running down his jawline, his eyes filled with amusement. "A messenger."

Her stomach twisted. A messenger from who?

Before she could demand more, something slammed into her from behind—a hard, brutal force that knocked her gun loose.

She twisted, elbowing her attacker in the throat. He staggered, but another set of hands grabbed her from behind.

She fought like hell, but there were too many of them. A cloth pressed over her mouth, a sickly sweet scent invading her senses.

Her vision blurred, her limbs going weak. The last thing she saw before darkness swallowed her whole was the scarred man's wicked grin.

Chapter 6