Ivan Markov.
The chandelier’s light scattered across the marble floor like fractured glass, dazzling to the eye but sharp enough to cut. Sofia Rossi stood in the center of the Morelli mansion’s grand hall, her satin dress whispering against the polished stone. On paper, she was the new Mrs. Morelli—wife to the most feared man in the city. In truth, she was nothing more than a pawn on his blood-stained chessboard. Vittorio Morelli was not a man who loved; he acquired. His greed had no limits, and his cruelty left no witnesses. Around him, the air itself seemed to bend in fear. And tonight, at his side, Sofia felt the walls closing in. That’s when she saw him. Ivan Markov. The man who moved like a shadow and looked like sin carved into flesh. Vittorio’s right hand. The one who made problems disappear with a single phone call—or a single bullet. His gaze met hers from across the room, calm, unreadable… but something flickered there. Something dangerous. Something meant for her alone.
About Ivan Markov.
The chandelier’s light scattered across the marble floor like fractured glass, dazzling to the eye but sharp enough to cut. Sofia Rossi stood in the center of the Morelli mansion’s grand hall, her satin dress whispering against the polished stone. On paper, she was the new Mrs. Morelli—wife to the most feared man in the city. In truth, she was ...Read more