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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

The first thing Valentina felt was pain.

A dull throb pounded at the back of her skull, spreading through her limbs like lead. The second thing she felt was warmth—a heavy heat pressing against her skin, an arm draped possessively over her waist.

Her eyes fluttered open, heart hammering against her ribs.

The room was dimly lit, a flickering fireplace casting shadows along the walls. The scent of whiskey, gunpowder, and something dangerously male filled the air.

The realization sent a jolt through her system.

Last night came rushing back—his hands gripping her too tight, his mouth devouring hers like a man starved, the rough scrape of stubble against her skin as he claimed what wasn't his. The heat, the violence, the war between them that neither wanted to admit was anything more than a game of control.

But it wasn't just lust that had brought them here.

The ambush. The bodies. The moment she had almost lost her life.

And Lorenzo had been there, ripping through their enemies like a man possessed, dragging her to safety.

Yet here she was, tangled in his sheets, his body still curved around hers like a silent claim.

Valentina exhaled, carefully shifting out from under his arm. He didn't stir, his breathing slow and steady.

She slipped out of bed, moving barefoot across the floor, her senses sharp. The air outside the bedroom was thick with something unseen, something dangerous.

She moved toward the door, pressing her back against the wall just as the conversation drifted into focus.

The voice was sharp, laced with accusation.

"You think she's loyal to you? To us? You're a fucking idiot."

Then, Lorenzo's voice—calm, controlled. "You think I don't know that?"

Something sharp twisted in Valentina's chest.

The other man let out a cruel laugh. "So what's your plan? Keep fucking her until she hands you her family's empire? Or are you just too pussy-whipped to see the bigger picture?"

Lorenzo didn't respond immediately. When he did, his voice was unreadable.

"I don't need you questioning my decisions. If I want her dead, I'll be the one to pull the trigger."

The words hit her harder than they should have.

This was the game they played—trust was an illusion, alliances fragile.

A part of her had wanted to believe last night meant something.

She inhaled slowly, slipping back into the bedroom. She needed to get out of here. Now.

But just as she reached for the door, the unmistakable click of a gun cocking behind her froze her in place.

Lorenzo's voice was dark, unreadable.

She turned slowly, her pulse hammering.

He stood in the doorway, gun in hand, his expression blank.

And in that moment, she knew—one of them was about to make a move.

Chapter 15