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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 wrists ached from the tight grip of the zip ties securing them behind her back. The blindfold covering her eyes left her vulnerable, heightening her senses as she tried to steady her breathing. The car had been moving for what felt like hours, though she knew it had probably been no more than twenty minutes.

She had expected Dante to kill her.

The moment she had heard Luca's voice confirming orders over the phone, she knew there was no escaping this. Dante had spared her life, but for what purpose?

The car came to a halt, the soft hum of the engine cutting off, leaving a deafening silence. The door opened, and she felt the presence of someone looming over her before rough hands gripped her arm and yanked her out.

She staggered, her legs unsteady from sitting too long, but before she could fall, a strong hand grabbed her waist.

His grip was firm, possessive—branding her as his.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "You wanted to infiltrate my world, dolcezza?" His voice was dark, dripping with menace. "Congratulations. Now, you belong to it."

He guided her forward, the ground shifting beneath her feet as they walked into what she assumed was his other estate. She had never been here before, but she had heard whispers of the infamous DeLuca mansion—an impenetrable fortress.

The air changed when they stepped inside. The faint scent of expensive cigars, leather, and something uniquely Dante filled her nose. The sound of footsteps echoed against marble floors.

Isla blinked against the sudden brightness, her vision adjusting to the grand hallway before her. Dark mahogany walls lined with expensive paintings, a grand staircase leading to the upper floors, and a massive chandelier casting golden light overhead.

Dante stood before her, his piercing gaze locked onto her like a predator studying its prey.

She swallowed hard. "What now? Are you going to kill me?"

He smirked, but there was no humor in it. "Kill you?" He stepped closer, towering over her. "Oh, cara mia, death would be a mercy. And I'm not feeling particularly merciful."

She clenched her jaw. "Then why am I still alive?"

His fingers grazed her cheek, a cruel contrast to the fire burning in his eyes. "Because I'm not done with you."

Her pulse pounded. "You can't keep me here forever."

A dark chuckle rumbled from his chest.

Then, without another word, he grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her forward.

His lips crashed against hers, possessive, punishing.

Isla gasped, her body betraying her as heat coiled deep in her belly. She hated that she still wanted him—that even after everything, her body responded to his touch.

Dante growled, pulling back slightly, his fingers tightening in her hair. "Still fighting me?"

She smirked, blood staining his lower lip. "You wouldn't want me any other way."

His eyes darkened. "No, I wouldn't."

Then, he threw her over his shoulder.

"Dante!" she shouted, kicking her legs. "Put me down, you bastard!"

Instead, he carried her through the halls, ignoring her protests, until they reached a massive bedroom. He kicked the door open and tossed her onto the bed like she weighed nothing.

By the time she scrambled up, he was already removing his jacket, his eyes locked onto her with dangerous intent.

The way he said her real name sent a jolt through her.

Dante's Wrath