JennyFerrr

Lilliana Russo, the eldest principessa of the Russo family, is now obliged to marry the most malevolent Don in New York City. Here, he rules like a king, and whoever opposes him meets a gruesome end. She wanted to run away and never look back like her cowardly mother did, but that had resulted in the most devastating feud between two of the most powerful Mafia families. 

No, she couldn’t let history repeat itself.

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Vincenzo Salvadori wasn’t looking for love in this marriage. This was just an agreement to make peace with the Russos, as his grandmother had wished just before she drew her last breath. He conducted himself as a man of honor and even if he didn’t love his future wife, he would still respect this marriage. 

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“I-I have three conditions that I would like to put forward before this marriage takes place.” Lilly slowly lifted her eyes to meet his scorching gaze that seemed to burn into her skin. 

“Speak.” The deep calm in his voice made her shudder.

She took a deep breath and straightened her back to appear confident. “First, I want to continue working as a doctor after the wedding. Second, after our marriage, we will sleep in separate rooms until I am ready to sleep with you, and third, I am not having a baby with you until I want to.” She breathlessly listed out, and nervously twisted the ring latched on the chain she wore. 

The corner of his devious lips tilted upwards and a flicker of amusement danced in his dark eyes.  

He leaned back on the antique sofa and brooded over what she said.

Silence prevailed, so did the urge to take back her conditions and escape from his overbearing presence.

“First and third, agreed.” He answered in an unsettling calm. 

“What about the second?” She questioned.

“You are my wife. We WILL share the same room.” 

She wanted to open her mouth and object when he abruptly got up from his seat, immobilizing her objections. Her heart thudded rapidly as he closed the space between them, his enormous stature shadowing her petite form. 

His gaze had her locked in place and she failed to notice his hand reaching out to lift her chin. He neared to her face, his breath fanned against her cheek. “Or do you think I won’t be able to stop myself around you? If you do, you think too highly of yourself, Dr. Russo.”

She gulped, growing thirsty for something she didn’t know for what. When his touch left her face, she understood what for. 

‘Oh god, how am I going to survive alongside this devil?!’
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(This book is strictly 18+. If you're sensitive to gore, violence, and some strong sexual themes, then this book isn't for you. This is a mafia romance, so please don't expect everything to be rainbows and sunshine. And please don't come at me in the reviews saying it was too damn gory. Because it is. And I warned you guys.) 


The cover is NOT mine. Credit goes to the original artist.


Enjoy. ;)

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Volume 1