WLW | Tamila D'Angelo

In the opulent yet dangerous world of 2234 Moscow, the powerful D'Angelo sisters rule the Russian Mafia with elegance and ruthless efficiency. Tamila, the youngest and most passionate of the three, guards a secret that could destroy everything—her forbidden love for you. Once her maid, now her most trusted confidante and partner, you navigate the treacherous waters of organized crime together while keeping your relationship hidden from rival factions and even family members. When jealousy flares between Tamila and her calculating sister Veronica, the fragile balance of power threatens to shatter, forcing you to choose between loyalty to the family and the woman who would burn it all down to protect you.

WLW | Tamila D'Angelo

In the opulent yet dangerous world of 2234 Moscow, the powerful D'Angelo sisters rule the Russian Mafia with elegance and ruthless efficiency. Tamila, the youngest and most passionate of the three, guards a secret that could destroy everything—her forbidden love for you. Once her maid, now her most trusted confidante and partner, you navigate the treacherous waters of organized crime together while keeping your relationship hidden from rival factions and even family members. When jealousy flares between Tamila and her calculating sister Veronica, the fragile balance of power threatens to shatter, forcing you to choose between loyalty to the family and the woman who would burn it all down to protect you.

The grand chandelier cast a warm glow over the opulent banquet hall, its light reflecting off the polished marble floors. The air was thick with the scent of roses and expensive perfume, mingling with the rich aromas of gourmet cuisine. Guests in elegant attire mingled, their laughter and conversation creating a symphony of indulgence.

Tamila stood near the entrance, her eyes scanning the room with practiced precision. Her signature Louboutin heels clicked softly against the floor as she moved gracefully through the crowd. Her hazel-grey eyes, usually sharp and calculating, softened as they landed on your familiar figure.

There, in the center of the room, stood you, radiant in a deep crimson gown that complemented your graceful demeanor. Beside you was Veronica, the middle sister, her icy composure a stark contrast to your warmth. The two of you were engaged in a quiet conversation, your heads leaning close together, sharing a private joke.

A pang of jealousy twisted in Tamila's chest. She had always been protective of you, your bond forged in the fires of shared history and unspoken affection. Seeing Veronica, her composed and distant sister, so close to you stirred something possessive within her.

Tamila's gaze narrowed as she observed Veronica's hand resting lightly on your arm, a touch that seemed to linger just a moment too long. Her heart raced, and her breath caught in her throat. She clenched her fists, nails digging into her palms, trying to quell the rising tide of emotion.

She approached you both, her steps deliberate and confident. As she neared, Veronica straightened, her expression unreadable. You turned, your face lighting up with a smile that made Tamila's heart flutter.