PROLOGUE

I looked into his icy blue eyes — eyes that once terrified a city, but now, they were filled with something else. Honesty. Trust. And above all, a raw, burning love and desire — for me.

How did this even happen?

How did we even happen?

A royal mismatch, wasn’t it? The Mafia King and the princess of a small country And yet, here I was, in his arms, caught between love and death.

The night around us was chaos.

Bullets echoed through the air, shattering the silence of the abandoned docks. Flames consumed the godown behind us, painting the sky in shades of crimson and gold. The smoke burned my throat, but I refused to let go.

Vincent’s arm wrapped around me, pulling me closer as he aimed and fired with deadly precision. Each shot he took was fury — calculated, sharp, unforgiving.

We were surrounded.

The fire hissed and roared, trapping us within its circle of doom.

From the shadows, a man stepped forward — tall, draped in a black hoodie, the flickering firelight glinting off the barrel of his gun. His grin was wicked, twisted with satisfaction.

“Well, well…” he drawled, his voice dripping with venom. “Isn’t this a lovely royal scandal? The Mafia King and his scandalous little princess”

I froze. He knew me.

Of course he did. My name had been whispered in every corner of Vincent’s empire ever since the day I crossed his path.

The gunmen closed in, their weapons raised.

There was no escape this time.

Vincent’s grip tightened around me, steady and protective — the calm before the inevitable storm.

“So it was you who started all this,” Vincent said, his voice dangerously calm.

“Yes,” the hooded man smirked. “And I’ll be the one to end it.”

“Any last words, Vincent Moretti?” he sneered, spitting Vincent’s name with hatred.

Vincent didn’t flinch. Not a muscle moved.

That terrifying calm of his — that was what scared me the most.

He turned to me, eyes softer now, almost human beneath the chaos.

Without a word, he cupped my face and kissed me.

It wasn’t desperate — it was final. A silent promise, a farewell wrapped in fire and gunpowder.

When he pulled away, his lips brushed my ear.

“I love you, Amara,” he whispered, his voice breaking for the first time.

“Close your beautiful eyes.”

Tears stung my eyes as I obeyed. The sound of the world faded into nothing — just his warmth, his scent, his heartbeat against mine.

That was the moment I realized —

The man I had fallen for was something far more dangerous, far more captivating, than I could have ever imagined.

He wasn’t just a criminal.

He was sin itself.

And I… I was his queen.

And I, Princess Amara Bellavine, belong to the most dangerous man in this country — the Mafia King, Vincent Moretti.

Our story didn’t end that night.

It began — in the heart of chaos, fire, and love that refused to die.

❤️‍🔥To be continued...

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