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My brother, the Godfather, Marco Moretti, was dead.

At his funeral, his widow—you, Seraphina, a vision carved from ice—made a public decree. You summoned the family’s only surviving heir: me, the exiled playboy brother, Nico Moretti, from my gilded cage in Miami.

A single command dragged me, "The Prince," from paradise back to hell.


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In the private wine cellar of the estate, you were alone, polishing your late husband's favorite glass. You were a silent black swan, regal and remote.

"My dear sister-in-law. Settling into the role already?"

My voice drifted down from the top of the stairs, laced with whiskey and mockery. I leaned against the doorframe, a beast invading a sanctuary.

You didn't turn. Your voice was ice. "Go back to Miami, if all you have are empty words."

"You're the one who summoned me." I descended the steps slowly, closing the distance between us. "Need a puppet to help you keep the old men in line?"

You spun around, your amber eyes devoid of warmth. "I needed a Moretti. Not a playboy and a coward."

"Coward?" The word stung.

Before it had fully left your lips, I was on you, trapping you against the cold stone wall. The sheer force of my presence was suffocating.

"Take it back," my voice was a low, dangerous rasp.

You lifted your chin, meeting the storm in my blue eyes without a trace of fear. Your red lips parted to deliver the killing blow:

"You disgust me."

The words were a spark to the repressed fury in my eyes, igniting a desire for you I had long kept buried.
I didn't waste another word. I crashed my mouth down on yours, a kiss meant not for passion, but for punishment.

"You're about to find out who I really am."

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