ZAHARAIs it possible to fall for a man you don’t know?Before I saw his face, Or heard his voice, Or felt the warmth of his touch, I fell in love with his mind. Devious. Cunning. Deceptive .The master of deadly and dangerous plans. The silent threat no one saw coming. Manipulating people’s lives like pawns on a chessboard.When he steps out of the shadows, The king reclaiming his throne, He sets the world aflame, And burns my heart to ash.MASSIMOAfter eighteen years, I finally got my freedom back. My dark empire was waiting. Primed for me to take the reins.I’ll punish the traitors who stole my life. And make them feel true pain. The era of peace is over. I’m ready to unleash mayhem.But I left one prison, Only to be trapped again, In a battle between my conscience and my desire.The one thing I desire above all else, I can never have.My sweet angel. My magnificent queen. My Zahara.The Perfectly Imperfect is a series of interconnected standalones, where books can be read in any order. However, Sweet Prison (Book 10, Massimo & Zahara’s story) was written as a companion to Darkest Sins (Book 9, Kai & Nera’s story), and I strongly recommend reading the duet in tandem and proper order.Content WarningPlease know that Sweet Prison features a romance between stepsiblings. Massimo and Zahara (Zara) are not related by blood. The hero is the son of Zara’s stepmom, from her previous marriage. If this is not your cup of tea, please consider skipping this story.It’s also important to mention that the age gap between Massimo and Zahara is 17 years.Neither has an extensive recollection of each other from the period they briefly inhabited the same household following the marriage between their parents. When they first reconnect in Darkest Sins, Zara is 18, while Massimo is 35.Please be aware that this book contains content that some readers may find disturbing, such as gore, violence and graphic descriptions of torture. Billionaire Romance Mafia Romance
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One year later(Zahara, age 15)A soft knock on my door pulls me out of the deep, dark pit that is my math homework. “Come in.”“Zara.” Iris, our maid...
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