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Isla Romano’s world crumbled the night Antonio DeLuca, the notorious mafia boss, murdered her father before her eyes. As her father’s lifeless body hit the cold ground, Isla swore vengeance on the man who tore her family apart. For years, she’s plotted and waited for the perfect moment to take him down. But fate has a way of playing cruel games.

Infiltrating the DeLuca empire as a skilled Seductress, Isla’s plan is simple: take down Antonio, the man who deserves nothing less than death for his cold-blooded actions. But her mission becomes far more complicated when she crosses paths with Dante DeLuca, Antonio’s son. Charismatic, powerful, and ruthless in his own right, Dante is everything Isla despises—but also everything she can’t seem to resist.

As she gets closer to her goal, the lines between duty and desire blur. Every encounter with Dante only intensifies the forbidden attraction she feels for him, and her focus on revenge begins to falter. Beneath the layers of hatred and resentment lies something darker, something she cannot control.

Dante, who once considered himself a ruthless heir to his father’s throne, is captivated by Isla's strength, beauty, and fire. He is drawn to her in a way he can’t explain, but something feels off—her bitterness, her hidden secrets, and the way she seems to be everywhere he goes. As their undeniable chemistry burns hotter, he begins to question everything, including his loyalty to his father.

With every step, Isla finds herself entangled in the DeLuca web, inching closer to destroying Antonio—yet the closer she gets to Dante, the more she risks losing herself. But Dante has his own demons. As the darkness within him rises, so too does his obsession with Isla. He’s willing to do whatever it takes to keep her close—even if it means holding her captive, bound by their unspoken desires.

As the stakes grow higher and the danger around them intensifies, Isla must decide if she’s willing to sacrifice everything she’s worked for in her quest for vengeance—her heart, her soul, and maybe even the life of the man she never thought she’d love.




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Bound By Blood And Desire

Isla's breath came in short, sharp bursts as she pressed herself against the wall.

She could see it in his dark, stormy eyes—the barely restrained fury, the betrayal that twisted his features into something lethal.

He didn't move right away. Just stood there, his broad shoulders tense, his fingers twitching at his sides as if he were holding himself back from tearing the entire room apart.

Her mind raced, searching for an escape, a lie, anything to get her out of this.

The tension between them was suffocating.

Dante finally moved, taking slow, deliberate steps toward her.

"You played me." His voice was quiet, but the menace in it sent shivers down her spine.

Isla swallowed hard, forcing herself to meet his gaze. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Dante's jaw ticked. In a flash, he was in front of her, his hands slamming against the wall on either side of her head, caging her in.

His scent—dark, intoxicating—wrapped around her, but this wasn't the man who had kissed her with desperation or whispered filthy promises against her skin.

"Don't." His voice was low, lethal. "Don't fucking lie to me."

Isla's heart pounded against her ribs. "Dante—"

His fingers curled around her chin, forcing her to look at him. His grip wasn't painful, but it was firm—possessive. "Tell me, Bella—or should I say Isla Romano—why the hell you thought you could steal from me and walk away unscathed?"

There was no point in denying it now.

She straightened her spine, forcing calm into her voice. "You act like I had a choice."

Dante let out a dark chuckle, but there was no humor in it. "A choice?" He leaned in, his lips a breath away from hers. "You had a choice every single time you came to me. Every single time you let me touch you. Was that a lie too?"

His words cut deeper than she wanted to admit.

She forced herself to stay cold. "You were a means to an end."

Dante's eyes darkened, the betrayal flickering behind his rage. "So that's what this was?" His fingers trailed down her throat, over her collarbone. "Just a mission? Just a game?"

Isla refused to shiver under his touch.

The air between them crackled like a live wire.

Dante's hand dropped, and for a moment, she thought she had won.

With a sharp move, he grabbed her wrist and spun her around, pressing her front against the wall.

His lips brushed against her ear. "You made a mistake, dolcezza." His breath was hot against her skin. "You should have never let me touch you if you weren't ready for the consequences."

Because despite the danger, despite the fact that she had betrayed him—

She clenched her jaw. "What are you going to do, Dante?"

His fingers trailed down her arm, slow, deliberate. "What do you think?"

For a moment, she thought he would kiss her.

Punish her with his lips, his hands—remind her exactly who he was.

Isla turned around, her heart hammering. "Dante—"

"You want to play with fire?" He grabbed her chin, tilting her face up. "Then burn, amore."

She barely had time to process before he pulled out his phone.

"Luca," he said, his voice like steel. "We have unfinished business."

The Confrontation