Chapter 1
The barrel of her gun pointed at his chest but he didnt flinch. Instead he kissed her. The kiss tasted like war that both of them wouldn't handle. But thats not how it all began hello i am Aurora vasari a mafia heir to the most feared-though deceased mafia leader in all of Italy.
“I live in Taormina, Sicily, Italy, with my best friend Trixie— a place where the sea meets ancient stones and every corner whispers secrets. It’s beautiful, dangerous, and exactly where I’m meant to be.
I also have a sister! My favourite person alongside trixie. She lives with my mom Bella vasari also one of the most feared women in italy. Disobey her? Shoot and bam you are down. She's more than just a mom to me after my father's tragical and cruel murder she bringed up both of us with a deadly kind of love.
To be honest, in all of my 26 years I have never experienced any money struggle or whatever you call it. My whole family is blessed with love besides the danger and wealth my father put behind and thats why i am of course the most spoiled of them all! Wink. From head to toe I'm dripping chameleons and designer clothes.Every piece handmade every detail flawless. But don't let the money and the glam fool you i am still that b!tch like my father. I walk into a room and heads drop. Respect is earned and i hold a lot of it. Power runs my blood and aurora wasn't just a name they gave me it was a warning.
was only eight years old when my world ended.
My father, Lorenzo Vasari, wasn’t just feared—he was worshipped.
To me, he was bigger than life.
He didn’t just run the most powerful mafia in Italy—he ran our family with love, pride, and terrifying strength.
He’d tuck me in every night, kiss my forehead, and whisper, “My little star, promise me you’ll always stay bright—even in the dark.”
But one night… he didn’t come home.
I remember the screams.
The way my mother fell to her knees when she got the call.
The way Trixie covered my ears, but not even her hugs could block out the gunshots echoing in my head.
Three bullets.
That’s all it took to destroy the empire he built.
To destroy me.
They said it was a setup.
A meeting that wasn’t meant to end in blood…
But betrayal lives where trust once did.
Giovanni Vitale—his closest ally, a man he once called brother—had him killed.
And what’s worse?
His son, Dominic, used to play in our garden like family.
I didn’t understand it all back then.
I just knew my daddy was gone.
And the world felt colder without him.
But even as a child, I knew this:
One day, I’d carry his name like a crown.
One day, they would regret taking him from me.
They killed my father… but they created a monster.
