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Er ist der mächtigste Mann auf Ibiza, und er wird alles tun, um mich zu seiner zu machen. Ich wurde zur perfekten Mafia-Ehefrau erzogen, aber als sich meine Ehe in einen schrecklichen Albtraum verwandelt, habe ich keine andere Wahl, als alles hinter mir zu lassen und ein neues Leben zu beginnen. Ich befinde mich allein auf Ibiza – einem Ort, der unschuldige Mädchen wie mich lebendig verschlingt. Meine Verzweiflung führt mich direkt zu Damiano De Rossi. Er herrscht mit eiserner Faust über diese Insel und hinter seinem auffallend schönen Gesicht verbirgt sich eine böse Finsternis.

Martina De Rossi ist tabu, und das nicht nur, weil ihr Bruder im Begriff ist, der Don zu werden. Wenn ich zustimme, sie zu beschützen, während er einen brutalen Krieg führt, dann nicht nur aus Loyalität. Sondern weil Martina die perfekte Schachfigur in meinem Rachespiel ist. Leider ist sie auch die personifizierte Versuchung. Und als sie mich in Versuchung führt, wird mir klar, dass dieses Spiel, das wir spielen, eines sein könnte, das ich nicht gewinnen werde.

I’ve spent my life putting others first. So when my father runs for New York City mayor—on a promise to take down the city’s most notorious crime family—I do what I always do: push my own dreams aside to help him win. Until I wind up at the wrong party. Trapped in a bedroom with Romolo Ferraro—the dangerous, merciless youngest son of the man my father has sworn to destroy. He terrifies me. He fascinates me. Six foot four and covered in tattoos, he’s everything I should avoid.

I've fallen for a monster. A man who doesn't ask for what he wants—he takes. And now, he's taken me. Rowan Miller isn’t who I thought he was. He's Nero De Luca, the ex-consigliere of a notorious New York mob family, and he's been lying to me from the moment we met. If I return home to Darkwater Hollow, it will be a death sentence. But staying with Nero means diving headfirst into the perilous underworld of New York—a place I’m ill-equipped to navigate.

Pretending to date my handsome new housemate was already a bad idea, but then I discover he’s no ordinary guy—he’s a mobster in hiding. And in this story, he’s not the hero, but the wicked villain. Rowan Miller isn’t used to hearing the word “no.” I guess when you’re 6’5, gorgeously tattooed, and sculpted like a Michelangelo masterpiece, women tend to throw themselves at you. But in a small town like Darkwater Hollow, a reputation as a womanizer will catch up with you—and your business—eventually.

The most brutal don in the city has a weakness: me. I never wanted the life my parents tried to force on me, so I vowed I’d never marry a mobster. Yet here I am, walking down the aisle toward mobster of the century, all to save my sister. Rafaele Messero. Cold, ruthless, and irritatingly handsome. Not that I’ve noticed. After all, this marriage is the end of all my hopes and dreams. And for him, it’s nothing more than a calculated business move. At least that’s what I think, until he snaps at the priest to hurry up so that he can kiss me.

Gentlemen don’t look at engaged women the way Ras Sorrentino looks at me. Ras Sorrentino is the underboss of the most powerful clan in the Camorra. He’s also chaos and danger poured into a sleek Italian suit. The first time I met him, I thought he was there to kill me. The second time, I wanted to kill him. The third was in Ibiza, where I glared at him across the church as my sister married his boss. It’s not his sharp tongue or his taunting smirks that I hate the most. It’s his gaze.

Martina De Rossi is off-limits, and not just because her brother is about to become the Don. When I agree to protect her while he’s out waging a brutal war, it isn’t only out of loyalty. It’s because Martina is the perfect pawn in my game of revenge.

I’ve been raised to be the perfect mafia wife, but when my marriage turns into a horrific nightmare, I have no choice but to leave everything behind and start a new life. I find myself alone in Ibiza—a place that swallows innocent girls like me alive. I’m robbed the day I arrive, left with nothing but a few euros and the clothes on my back.