Vendetta Of The Heart

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o carried secrets like hidden weapons. Crystal chandeliers bathed the room in a soft golden glow, illuminating silk gowns, polished shoes, and the kind of smiles that never q

way my father, Alessandro Romano, held court in the center of the room, his booming laughter masking the sharp calculation behind his eyes, the way the men surrounding

rowd, smooth but edged with authority. He beckoned me forward,

tly, moving toward him, careful to keep

d habit, but tonight you should be engaging, no

wd as he introduced me to a series of men I barely recognized-business associates, p

his hand resting on my shoulder in a possessive grip that reminded m

ffering a polite smile, though I could fee

ng his glass in a mock toast. "Beauty and intelligen

liments that always carried an undercurrent of somet

ed. The conversation drifted to business-import deals, territorial disputes, and coded references to

is signature smirk, his presence a mix of ar

ame as every year. Lavish, ex

s glass. "Always the cynic. Try to have

but Luca had already turned his attention to a group

all evening. Something felt off-the air was too thick, the conversations too tense. I glanced to

the lights

eading like wildfire before the chandeliers cut

hattered the air as glasses crashed to the floor. The rhythmic click o

lt it-a rough hand clamping around my wrist

my ear, cold and smooth, laced with dark amus

pounding against my ribs. I turned my head, and even in the di

ad spent years plotting against. And now, he was here, his hold on me

he only smirked, dragging me effortlessly toward

with this," I spat

rushing against my ear as he

sweet scent of chloroform filling my lungs. My vision blurred, and

swallowed

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Isabella Romano through the side entrance, my men closing i

her. Even unconscious, Isabella Romano was a threat-sharp, cunning, and bred in the same world of p

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ng on her face for a brief moment. Dark hair spilling over her shoulders, lips sligh

creaking under my weight. My men exchanged sil

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a moment to savor my victory. Isabella Romano was mine now, a bargainin

asn't the only

her lashes fluttering,

just the