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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

Not with flames, not yet—but with war.

Lorenzo's estate had become a battlefield. Shadows moved in the night, men arming themselves, orders being given in hushed, deadly tones. This wasn't just a message from Dante; it was a declaration.

She was standing at the center of it, armed to the teeth, her veins pulsing with adrenaline.

She had spent her entire life preparing for war. And now, it was here.

Lorenzo's grip tightened on his gun as he turned to her.

"You wanted a war, bella?" His voice was low, dangerous. "You're about to get one."

Valentina smirked, stepping closer, unfazed by the storm raging in his eyes.

The tension between them was molten, a slow, agonizing burn. They were on the brink of bloodshed, but the battle between them was just as lethal.

She took another step, invading his space. "Tell me, Lorenzo," she purred, tracing a finger along the barrel of his gun, "are you more excited about killing our enemies, or about the fact that you still can't stop wanting me?"

In one brutal move, he grabbed her, yanking her flush against him.

The gun pressed against her spine. Her dagger was at his throat.

It was always like this between them—violence and desire, tangled so tightly they were indistinguishable.

"You think I don't know what you're doing?" he growled. "You want control. You want to drive me insane."

Valentina's lips curled. "And is it working?"

Then, with a feral sound, he crushed his mouth against hers.

It wasn't a kiss—it was a war. Teeth, tongues, fire. A battle neither of them wanted to win.

His hands roamed, rough and demanding. Hers pushed back just as hard.

She bit his lip. He groaned into her mouth.

And just as quickly, he shoved her back against the wall, breathing heavily, gun still gripped in his hand.

Valentina smirked, wiping the blood from her lip.

The moment shattered as the doors burst open.

One of Lorenzo's men staggered in, blood dripping down his face.

Lorenzo wiped his mouth, his expression turning ice-cold.

Valentina straightened, adjusting the knife in her grip.

"Then let's give them a welcome they won't forget."

And neither of them planned to lose.

Chapter 17