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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 across from Dante, her body tense, her mind racing.

The dimly lit lounge of the Rossi estate was empty except for them, the soft hum of the city outside a cruel contrast to the war brewing inside these walls.

Dante leaned back in his chair, watching her like a man who already knew the ending to a story.

"Say I agree," she said, voice cool. "Say I help you put a bullet in Lorenzo's head. What happens after?"

Dante smirked. "Then you and I take what's rightfully ours."

She laughed—sharp, mocking. "And you think I trust you?"

"I don't need your trust, Valentina." He leaned forward, his dark eyes gleaming. "I just need your hate."

Her fingers curled into fists beneath the table.

She had enough of that to burn the world down.

But she also had enough sense to know this was a game of predators, and only one of them would walk away unscathed.

She couldn't let Dante see her hesitation.

Valentina exhaled, letting her body relax—just a little. "Fine," she said. "Let's talk details."

Lorenzo De Luca stood at the edge of the Rossi estate, hidden in the shadows, watching the house like a wolf stalking its prey.

Valentina hadn't come looking for him tonight.

Or someone had gotten to her first.

Lorenzo's grip tightened on his gun.

The name alone made his blood boil.

He had known the bastard was circling, but he hadn't expected him to make a move so soon.

Lorenzo turned to Matteo, his right-hand man, who stood just a few feet away. "Find out what the fuck is going on in there."

Matteo nodded, disappearing into the darkness.

If Dante thought he could touch what was his, he was about to learn a very painful lesson.

Valentina felt the shift in the air before she saw it.

Dante was still speaking, still outlining his plan, but she wasn't listening anymore.

Dante cursed, reaching for his gun.

She moved fast, kicking her chair back, her hand flying to the knife strapped to her thigh.

Valentina didn't hesitate. She grabbed the knife, aimed, and threw.

The blade sank into flesh. A choked scream.

Her heart slammed against her ribs.

Men poured into the room, guns drawn, shadows swallowing the space.

Valentina grabbed a fallen gun, rolling behind the bar as bullets shattered glass above her.

She caught a glimpse of Lorenzo in the chaos—his face a mask of rage, his gun aimed at Dante.

Valentina pushed up, aimed, and fired.

The bullet grazed Dante's arm, making him stumble.

Dante fought like an animal. But Lorenzo?

Lorenzo fought like a man who had already decided to kill.

He slammed Dante against the wall, pressing the barrel of his gun to his skull.

"Give me one reason," Lorenzo growled.

Dante spit blood onto the floor. "You won't do it, De Luca."

But she also knew—killing Dante now would be too easy.

And nothing about this war was clean.

"Dante's mine," she said, stepping forward.

Lorenzo's eyes flicked to her, dark with something unreadable.

A slow, wicked smirk curled his lips.

"Fine," he murmured, lowering his gun. "Then make it hurt."

chapter 11