Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 93347 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93347 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
He didn't come to Paris to fall for her. He came to claim her.
She was never supposed to matter.
She was supposed to break.
Sabrina Badalamenti was a means to an end, the unknown daughter of the man threatening to destroy everything Sebastian Diamanti had spent his life building.
Finding her was easy. Bringing her to Rome would be easier.
Keeping his hands off her—that was the complication no one warned him about.
Sebastian is the ruthless heir to the Diamanti empire—a dynasty built on diamonds and ruled by blood.
He is everything his family forged him to be: cold, brilliant, and flawless in his cruelty.
He has a strategy, a vendetta, and a bride already chosen.
All he needs is her compliance.
Sabrina has other ideas.
She's spent her whole life running from a father she's never met, shaped by a mother's warnings about men exactly like him.
She came to Paris to build something of her own.
She didn't come to be claimed by a man who doesn't ask. He takes.
But Sebastian Diamanti doesn't deal in choices.
He deals in possession.
And once something is his, he doesn't let it go.
The harder she fights him, the more certain he becomes: she was always meant to be his.
Even if she never forgives him.
Brutal Heir is a full-length dark mafia romance featuring enemies to lovers, forced proximity, an obsessive morally gray billionaire, family vengeance, and a possessive hero who doesn't believe in letting go
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CHAPTER 1
SEBASTIAN
The surveillance photos hadn’t done her justice.
In the bitter chill of late October, the wind tore through the piazza, whipping her black hair across her face.
I curled my hand. I could already feel those strands wrapped around my fist.
She was ignorant of the blood-soaked empires her father and I ruled from the shadows, and of the silent war between our families.
Well, if her father wanted to play dirty—wanted to steal the House of Diamanti, my family’s dynasty, out from under me—then so be it.
I’d take his daughter.
From the warm comfort of my Mercedes S-Class's heated leather seats, I watched her undetected.
Sabrina Dolce Badalamenti.
A pretty little pawn in my vengeful game.
The photos hadn’t captured the subtle tilt of her chin, the way her lip caught between her teeth when she was nervous.
She turned in a slow circle, scanning the street signs with visible confusion, then swiped her hand over her hip—reaching for a phone that wasn’t there.
So. She was alone.
In an unfamiliar city.
Lost.
No phone.
I shook my head. She was making this too easy.
Her slight frame shivered in the cold.
Where the fuck is her coat?
Rain had drenched Paris for days.
She should’ve bundled up.
Someone should take her in hand.
I rolled down the rain-speckled window. The tinted glass blurred her figure, keeping her just out of reach.
The sharp tang of car exhaust and the muddy stench of the nearby Seine filtered in.
She continued scanning her surroundings, bewildered.
Her innocence struck me. It didn’t matter that she was twenty-four—she looked untouched by the world.
Vulnerable.
The perfect prey.
Her mother had tried to protect her.
Sheltered her, hoarded her away from danger.
But in doing so, she’d only turned Sabrina into the ultimate prize.
Men like me didn’t share our toys.
We liked them shiny and new.
Virginal.
My brother Rafaello broke into my thoughts. “Are you really going through with this?”
I leaned back and pressed a button to raise the privacy screen between us and the driver. “Do you have a better plan to save the House of Diamanti?”
I raked a hand through my hair.
What the fuck did he expect me to do?
I’d wanted to kill the judge and be done with it.
Rafaello was the one who insisted the bastard was too high profile, that his murder would draw too much heat.
He was the one who told me to show restraint.
Well, this was me being restrained.
Forcing the judge’s daughter under my control—and into my bed—was mercy compared to what I wanted to do.
She should be grateful I was giving her the illusion of a choice.
Rafaello rubbed his jaw. “I admit we’re fucked right now,” he muttered, nodding toward Sabrina. “But she’s not involved in this. She’s innocent. You’re going to ruin her life just because—”
“We all bear the burden of our family’s treachery,” I interrupted. “She’s no different.”
“Fine. Forget her. What about you? You really want to burn down your own life over this?”
I flicked a piece of lint off my cashmere overcoat. “Saving the Diamanti legacy isn’t burning it down. It’s preserving it.”
“At what cost?”
I laid a hand on his shoulder. “Your concern is touching, little brother. But my mind’s made up.”
I returned my gaze to her.
For the briefest moment, she seemed to look right at me.
My pulse kicked up.
Could she sense it? The danger circling her?
I smirked. “Seeing her now, you must concede—it’s hardly a great sacrifice.”