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His fingers curled around her throat—not tight enough to hurt, just enough to remind her who he thought he was.
But Valeria De Luca only smirked.
"You think choking me will make me obedient, Blackwell?" Her voice was pure silk wrapped around a knife. "You're adorable."
Cassian's grip tightened by a fraction, his breath hot against her cheek. "Obedient? No, sweetheart. I like my women wild... until I break them."
She laughed—low, sultry, sinful. "Then you picked the wrong bitch to play with. I don't break. I burn."
Their eyes locked—predator and predator, fire against fire. She could feel the tension coiling between them, dark and delicious, like a loaded gun cocked under silk sheets.
Cassian's lips brushed her ear. "Then let's burn together."
In the next breath, they were all teeth and tongue, clawing at power and flesh. Her nails raked down his chest, his hand fisted in her hair. Their kiss wasn't soft—it was a war, and neither planned to surrender.
Clothes came off like confessions.
She slammed him against the wall. He flipped her around like a challenge.
He bit her shoulder; she bit his lip.
He tasted blood. She tasted victory.
And in the flickering light of the penthouse suite, with a city full of secrets below them, Valeria De Luca decided one thing:
If this man was going to ruin her...
She'd make damn sure she ruined him first.
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MAIN LEADS INTRODUCTION:-
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Valeria De Luca
Age: 24
Alias: The Crimson Heiress
Status: Sole heiress of the De Luca Mafia Empire
Occupation: Secret strategist, art collector, fashion mogul (public cover)
> She was born wearing diamonds and blood.
Valeria isn't just a woman—she's a goddamn declaration. Raised in velvet-lined halls stained with the sins of kings and killers, she learned to shoot before she learned to love. Pampered, yes. Spoiled, always. But beneath her designer dresses and wicked red lips is a steel spine and a brilliant mind that makes grown men tremble.
She's fire in a silk corset, sin in stilettos. Her smile lies, her eyes don't.
They say she was born to rule, and she intends to do just that—alone.
She loves power, red wine, vintage guns, slow jazz, fast cars, and men who know their place—on their knees or out of her sight.
She hates being underestimated. She hates being told what to do.
And Cassian Blackwell?
She hates how much she wants him... and how much she wants to ruin him.
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Cassian Blackwell
Age: 28
Alias: The Wolf of Manhattan
Status: Billionaire CEO | Hidden bloodline ties to the Russian underworld
Occupation: CEO of Blackwell Industries (Tech & Weapons conglomerate)
> He doesn't chase. He conquers.
Cassian isn't your average devil in a three-piece suit. He's the type of man who buys kingdoms just to watch them kneel. Arrogant, obsessive, and dangerously intelligent, he was raised with one rule: if you want something, take it—no matter who bleeds for it.
Women fall for him. Enemies fear him. He doesn't love. He possesses.
He enjoys dark whiskey, darker deals, and the kind of women who fight him while he pins them to marble walls.
He hates betrayal. He hates losing control.
And Valeria?
She's the one woman he could never forget. The one girl he once protected. The one woman he now plans to own—body, crown, and soul.
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> Their marriage is a contract signed in lust and blood.
Their love is a war.
And the winner? Gets everything.
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