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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

Matteo had left early in the morning to take care of some business, leaving me alone with the maids, the butler, and the ever-watchful bodyguards. They were positioned at every possible exit, making sure I didn’t try anything. 


I walked into the kitchen, grabbed a bowl from the cabinet, and poured myself some cereal with milk. I leaned against the counter, mindlessly spooning the food into my mouth. A week had passed since the cold room incident, and Matteo was still the same. Cold. Cruel. Unpredictable. 


The only relief I had was that he hadn’t touched me since then. 


As I chewed, I heard the sharp clicking of heels against the marble floor. The sound grew louder, until finally, a woman stepped into the kitchen. 


She was gorgeous—long, sleek dark hair, expensive clothes, and the kind of presence that demanded attention. She carried herself with an air of arrogance, like she belonged here. 


CHAPTER 45