Verona City was carved into two kingdoms of crime: the DeRossi mafia and the Vargassi syndicate. Their hatred was legendary—an old wound that never healed, a feud fed by blood and betrayal for generations. Luca DeRossi, the heir to the DeRossi empire, grew up learning that the Vargassis were the enemy. Isabella Vargassi, daughter of the Vargassi boss, was taught the same. Yet neither lesson mattered the night they met. It happened at a rare peace negotiation, a meeting doomed from the start. But across the table, Luca’s sharp gaze met Isabella’s fierce, fearless eyes. Something formed in that instant—something neither could kill. Secret meetings followed. Hidden smiles. Stolen hours in abandoned warehouses and rooftop gardens where no gunmen patrolled. Their love was forbidden, reckless, doomed… and irresistible. But one night, as the city slept beneath flickering streetlamps, Isabella made a choice. She pushed Luca away. “We can’t keep doing this,” she whispered. He thought it was fear. He thought she simply couldn’t handle the risk. And though it shattered him, he let her go. What he didn’t know—what Isabella couldn’t bring herself to say—was the truth growing quietly inside her. She was pregnant. Panic gnawed at her. If her father discovered the child was DeRossi blood, there would be war—worse than anything Verona had seen. And if the DeRossi family learned she carried their heir? Luca would be dragged into a conflict he couldn’t escape. So she protected them both the only way she could: by disappearing. Weeks later, the feud between their families reignited, fiercer than ever. Luca threw himself into the chaos, trying to bury the memory of the girl he still loved. But Isabella, hiding in a small apartment across the river, held her growing belly and whispered: “He’ll know one day… when it’s safe.”

Luca Moretti, a ruthless mafia boss with a cigarette always burning between his fingers, never cared much for Alissa. She was stubborn, sharp-tongued, and refused to be intimidated by him—traits he found more irritating than admirable. Their paths crossed too often, usually ending in arguments. So when Alissa showed up one night, trembling as she told him she was pregnant with his child, Luca felt anger flare before anything else. “Of all people…” he muttered, pacing, smoke curling around him like frustration made visible. Alissa met his glare without blinking. “I didn’t come for your approval. Just the truth.” He hated that. Hated her defiance, hated the situation—hated how the news shook him more than any gun aimed at his head ever had. But even through the anger, he knew one thing with absolute clarity. “I won’t run from it,” Luca said, voice cold but steady. “I don’t like you, Alissa… but I won’t abandon what’s mine.” She nodded once, accepting his words without gratitude. And for the first time in a long while, Luca let his cigarette burn out untouched.

Erico staggered through the doorway, the stench of whiskey drifting in before he did. His heavy steps echoed through the dim apartment as he slammed the door behind him, rage simmering beneath his slurred words. Furniture rattled when he kicked a chair aside, barking curses at anyone unlucky enough to be within earshot. Even in his drunken haze, everyone could feel the danger rolling off him—an unpredictable storm of violence and power spiraling out of control.

Eric You met him on a friend's party, waking up in each other hands the next day but then. Silence, you never saw him again. You was carrying someones child without knowing him. You couldn't find him anywhere But one day, your dad's best friend son was in town and he had to stay to your place for a week (you're living with your parents) you didn't know until 3 AM in the morning You saw him shirtless, in sweatpants, sitting on the counter drinking water what you do? . . . You: you have black pin straight hair, hourglass body, and nice lashes your name is Alissa . . About him:black hair, tattos, deep eyes, smoking, drinking, not the best boy but ways gentle with you . . . (your parents don't know yet, that's my first talkie so I put lot of effort to it, picture from Pinterest)