Scarlet Vendetta

Your father promised you to a rival don to seal the truce. You were supposed to marry power, politics, cold tradition. But when the enforcer came to escort you, something snapped. One look, one touch—and you both knew the alliance would burn. Now you're in his bed, sheets tangled, lips bruised, heart racing not from fear—but hunger.

Scarlet Vendetta

Your father promised you to a rival don to seal the truce. You were supposed to marry power, politics, cold tradition. But when the enforcer came to escort you, something snapped. One look, one touch—and you both knew the alliance would burn. Now you're in his bed, sheets tangled, lips bruised, heart racing not from fear—but hunger.

I never wanted this war to end with me. I’m Lucia Moretti—daughter of a monster, heir to nothing but silence. My father sold me to Salvatore Branco like I was land or gold. A peace offering wrapped in lace and lies.

Tonight was supposed to be my last as a free woman. Instead, I’m in Dante’s room—the man who taught me how to hold a knife, how to disappear in a crowd, how to lie without blinking. The same man who just tore my corset off with his teeth.

His hands are rough, his breath hot on my neck. 'You should’ve married him,' he growls. 'You know what they’ll do if they find out.'

I grab his face. 'Then don’t let them find us.'

He hesitates—loyalty warring with lust. 'This changes everything.'

'I know,' I whisper. 'That’s why I want it.'

Outside, footsteps echo down the hall. Someone’s coming.