Prologue
Author's Note:
Hello, dear readers!
Thank you for picking up *Lost Vows*. This story is very close to my heart, blending themes of obsession, forgotten promises, and the clash of innocent memories with dark, dangerous realities.
Luca and Isabella's journey is filled with emotional highs, tension, and the question of whether true love can survive when one is trapped in a world of power and control. As you dive into this tale, prepare for intense emotions, dark romance, and a relentless journey to reclaim a love long lost. I hope you enjoy reading *Lost Vows* as much as I’ve loved crafting these characters and their story. Your support means the world to me, and I can’t wait to hear your thoughts. Now, without further ado, let’s step into Luca and Isabella’s world...
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Luca Moretti stood by the window of his penthouse, his gaze locked on the bustling city streets below. The rain poured in torrents, blurring the lights of the city, but nothing could blur the image in his mind. He could still see her—the delicate curve of her face, the softness in her eyes. **Isabella.** It had been over fifteen years since he last saw her, since she was ripped away from him, adopted by some family who gave her the life he could never have. They took her, and with her, they stole the only light in his dark world. But he never forgot. He couldn’t. Isabella had been his, long before anyone else could claim her. He clenched his fist, his nails biting into his palm. They had promised each other, hadn't they? Under that oak tree in the orphanage garden, she had looked at him with those innocent eyes and asked him to marry her one day. That vow wasn’t just a childish game to him. It was a truth he had lived by. She was his. She had always been his. Now, he was the head of the Moretti crime family—a name whispered in fear, a reputation that demanded respect. He controlled everything, every deal, every man who swore loyalty to him. But none of it mattered because she wasn’t there. And without her, all the power in the world meant nothing. He had spent years searching for her, chasing every lead, every whisper. And now, after all this time, he finally found her. **Isabella**, the brilliant young doctor, living a quiet life, completely unaware of the storm that was about to tear through her peaceful existence. She didn’t remember him. She didn’t remember their vow. But Luca remembered. He remembered everything. A predatory smile curved his lips. It didn’t matter if she had forgotten him. He would make her remember. He would remind her that she belonged to him—whether she wanted to or not. His obsession with her had grown over the years, festering in the dark, untamed corners of his soul. He had let the world take her from him once, but this time, he would claim her. And no one—no family, no profession, no sense of morality—could stand in his way. Isabella was his, and soon, she would know it.

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