A world with its own rules.

Two Mafia families fighting for total domination.

A cold war that could turn hot in a second, unless a solution is found, one that unites two families, forever.

Anastasia Romanov, daughter of the head of the Russian Mafia, wanted nothing more than her father's recognition and a place at the family business table. Unfortunately, this guy had other plans for her and they included an arrogant Italian.

Now she has to reorganize her life and also deal with the emotionally cold and disturbed Mafioso Dante Martinelli.

Do opposites attract?
Does what provokes one another make love?
Or does less and less result in more?

They are opposites but bound by family, from this forced marriage there will come much more than daily fights.

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Seven meters away, I turned to Ivan, who smiled slightly at me.

Five meters away, Isabella and I crossed paths and looked each other straight in the eye.  It was as if I saw my reflection. Deep circles under my eyes, trembling hands, and dull eyes filled with fear and sadness. Ten feet away, I lifted my gaze from the ground and looked at the older man for the first time. He must be Dante and Isabella’s father. Goosebumps spread across the back of my neck. Three feet away, Dante reached out and grabbed my elbow. With quick steps, he pulled me back and opened the back door of the car. His face came close to mine and I felt his breath in my ear. Cold and emotionless, he whispered, “Welcome to the family.” Suddenly, he pushed me into the car and slammed the door. My hell began now.

King of Hearts 

Chapter XXVIII


Breakfast was quiet after that.
I was just about to go back up the stairs when I was pulled back by my arm.
I was pressed against a hard chest. If this continues, I'll get whiplash.
I looked up and saw Dante's beautiful ice-blue eyes. Nice? Oh, pull yourself together, Anastasia!
He just looked at...



Breakfast was quiet after that.
I was just about to go back up the stairs when I was pulled back by my arm.

I was pressed against a hard chest. If this continues, I'll get whiplash.
I looked up and saw Dante's beautiful ice-blue eyes. Nice? Oh, pull yourself together, Anastasia!
He just looked at...

Chapter XVIII