>In the heart of Moscow, beneath a sky heavy with snow, the city glittered with millions of lights. Cars moved through the streets, people laughed inside expensive restaurants, and the wealthy celebrated behind walls protected by armed guards.
>But beneath the beautiful surface was another world.
>A world of blood.
>A world of power.
>A world where a man's name could be worth more than his life.
>And tonight, two names stood at the center of that world.
>Vladimir.
>Moretti.
>For decades, the two families had been enemies.
>Russian against Italian.
>Blood against blood.
>Empire against empire.
>Their hatred had survived generations, and neither side remembered exactly how it had started anymore.
>They only remembered one rule.
>Never trust a Moretti.
>And the Morettis had their own rule.
>Never trust a Vladimir.
>But neither family knew that someone was preparing to destroy them both.
>A man who had spent years building an empire in the shadows.
>A man whose name was whispered only when doors were locked.
>Lorenzo Dominic.
>He didn't want their territory.
>He didn't want their money.
>He wanted everything.
>And he intended to get it by making the two most powerful Mafia families destroy each other first.
>Unfortunately for him, there was one thing he hadn't calculated.
>The heirs.
>Xander Vladimir.
>Isabella Moretti.
>Two people who had been raised to hate each other.
>Two people who would soon be forced to stand on the same side.
>And neither of them knew that the greatest war of their lives would begin with an enemy...
>and end with love.
>Because sometimes the person you are taught to hate becomes the person you would die to protect.
