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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

The air in the DeLuca estate was thick with tension. Dante stood in the dimly lit study, his fingers gripping the crystal glass of whiskey he hadn't touched. Across from him, Luca, his most trusted man, leaned against the desk, watching him carefully.

"You're really going to do this?" Luca asked, his voice low.

Dante's gaze was dark, unreadable. "It's the only way."

Killing Antonio DeLuca wasn't just a matter of revenge. It was about survival. Power. And justice—for Isla, for himself, for all the lives his father had destroyed.

Luca exhaled. "Your father won't go down without a fight. He's built an empire around himself. He still has allies."

Dante smirked, but there was no humor in it. "Not anymore. I've already taken out most of his men. The ones who matter are either loyal to me now or dead." He downed the whiskey in one smooth gulp. "It's time to end this."

Antonio DeLuca sat in his private club, surrounded by his closest men. The scent of expensive cigars and aged scotch filled the air. He was a man who had ruled with an iron fist for decades, and he knew someone was coming for his throne.

He just never expected it to be his own son.

The doors burst open with a violent crash, and silence followed.

Dante walked in, flanked by Luca and a dozen of his men. His stride was slow, calculated—every bit the predator closing in on his prey.

Antonio raised a brow, leaning back in his chair with an unimpressed expression. "I was wondering when you'd finally grow the balls to face me."

Dante didn't respond immediately. He simply took in the man who had raised him. The man who had made him into a monster.

"You're finished," Dante said coolly, pulling a gun from his holster and placing it on the table between them.

Antonio laughed, shaking his head. "You think you can just walk in here and take what's mine?" His gaze darkened. "You wouldn't even exist without me, boy."

Dante clenched his jaw, his patience thinning. "And yet, here we are."

Antonio's men stiffened, but Dante's were faster. In a matter of seconds, the club erupted in chaos.

Antonio lunged for his weapon, but Dante was quicker. He knocked the gun from his father's grip, slamming him against the wall.

Antonio grinned despite the blood dripping from his lip. "You've got her in your head, don't you? That little whore." His voice was taunting, dripping with venom. "She's making you weak."

He slammed his fist into Antonio's face, sending him staggering.

"You raped her," Dante hissed, his voice a deadly whisper. "You made her watch as you murdered her father." His grip tightened around Antonio's throat. "And you think I'd ever let you live after that?"

Antonio chuckled, even as his breathing grew labored. "You think you're better than me? You are me, Dante. You're my blood, my legacy." He sneered. "You can't escape it."

Dante pulled out his gun, pressing it against Antonio's temple. His heartbeat was steady. He felt no hesitation.

A single gunshot echoed through the club.

Antonio DeLuca—the man who had terrorized the underworld for decades—collapsed to the ground, blood pooling beneath him.

Dante exhaled slowly, staring down at his father's lifeless body.

Luca stepped forward, his face unreadable. "And just like that, you're king."

Dante turned away, slipping his gun back into his holster. "Burn everything."

Luca gave a sharp nod, signaling the men to clear the scene.

Dante didn't stay to watch the flames consume his father's empire.

And for the first time in his life, he wanted something more than power.

Antonio's Downfall