Lea Morte

Alright, the plan was precise and reliable, like a Swiss watch: kidnap the daughter of a former boss who owed me far too much. But what are you supposed to do when everything goes off script… and you start falling in love? She was meant to be nothing more than leverage, a tool for revenge. Instead of playing it cold, I became a prisoner of my own desires. Her eyes are a challenge. Her touch is punishment. And now we’re both tangled in a game where each of us wants something back: I want my money, and she wants what is rightfully hers. There should be nothing between us but hatred… yet when sparks fly between two people, even chains begin to feel as fragile as spider silk. Now we’re playing against the system, against her father, against fate. Or maybe against ourselves.

She believed the past was finally behind her. She believed she had lost him forever. London became her new beginning, distance her protection, and her heart locked tight against anything that could break it again. But a single sign — achingly familiar — shatters everything: Mano’s handwriting appears once more across the blank pages of her life, like a shadow that refuses to loosen its grip. The past returns without warning, forcing her to confront feelings she was afraid even to imagine. What once seemed forgotten stirs her soul again, and now no one can foresee how this encounter will end.

She was running from her past. He — never let go of his. When Yesenia found herself under a stranger’s roof, she did not yet know that the greatest danger was not the outside world, but those who could see straight through her. Mano never asks questions. But his silence is a mirror where hiding is impossible. Every glance, every quiet presence of his is a challenge — one almost impossible to resist. A dark tale of a love stronger than fear. A story of two souls slowly, inexorably orbiting each other — until it becomes too late to escape.

He returns to play one final game — and wager everything on it. Eros doesn’t believe in coincidences, especially not when the man across the table is Octavia’s father — the girl who ruined his life for years. This time, his demand is simple and dangerous: her hand and her heart. Once, they shared a love no one dared to name. Then came betrayal that shattered them and taught them to hate instead of love. He believes she is guilty. She believes she was only a pawn in a cruel game. Now the past traps them in lies and unhealed wounds — and the closer the truth comes, the more dangerous the final move becomes.