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Sophia thought she had escaped her reckless past. Leaving behind wild nights and meaningless hookups, she was finally focused on her studies, determined to build a future for herself. But no matter how much she tried to move forward, she couldn’t shake the unsettling feeling that someone was always watching.

Matteo had been watching Sophia for months. The heir to a powerful mafia empire, he was used to taking what he wanted, and what he wanted was her. She had been a fleeting temptation, a girl who once lived freely, but she had no idea that her past had tied her to him in ways she couldn’t even begin to understand.

When strange things start happening—her door left unlocked, gifts in her room that were never there, shadows lurking where there shouldn’t be—Sophia’s fear grows. But when Matteo finally steps out of the shadows and into her life, the fear turns into something far more dangerous: fascination.

He’s dark, possessive, and utterly obsessed. He claims she belongs to him. And worst of all? A part of her doesn’t want to run.

As Sophia fights the undeniable pull between them, secrets begin to unravel. The more she learns about Matteo’s world, the more she realizes she might not be as innocent as she thought. And when the line between love and obsession blurs, she’s faced with a terrifying question—has she fallen for the monster in the dark, or was she always meant to be his?

In a world of crime, power, and dangerous devotion, can love truly conquer all? Or will Sophia lose herself to the man who has been watching her from the very beginning?

HUNTED BY DESIRE

I sat on the couch, gripping a cushion tightly, trying to stay calm as Carol paced around the living room. She was fidgeting, running a hand through her already messy hair, her anxiety evident. 


We were at her apartment, waiting for her mother to arrive so Carol could finally drop the bomb—she was pregnant. 


“Oh my God, I am so scared,” she muttered under her breath. “What if she… no, what if she asks about the father? Well, of course, she will, but I don’t even remember his name. I don’t even know where he lives because he took me to a hotel.” 


She groaned, pacing back and forth like a caged animal. 


“Carol, sit down before you wear a hole in the floor,” I said, trying to calm her down. 


She stopped for a second, taking a deep breath, before shooting me a desperate look. “What am I supposed to say when she asks who he is? ‘Oh, sorry, Mom, I don’t know the father of my child because I had a drunken one-night stand with a complete stranger’?” 


CHAPTER 33