Beneath the Blood Moon

rystal chandeliers hung from the high ceilings, their glittering light reflecting off the opulent decor. The room was buzzing wi

med to shimmer with every movement. Her heart, however, was not in the celebrati

Marco De Luca, the heir to the rival De Luca family. Marco was a tall man with sharp features and an air o

efly, and she saw a flicker of something inscrutable in his gaz

joined Elena by the grand window overlooking the garden. Isabella was a striking fi

sabella. It's about escaping a life that's being d

ou're bound by more than just family obligations. You know what

erned with the supernatural right no

posing figure parting the sea of guests. His eyes, sharp and calcu

g an authoritative edge. "It's time

e world seemed to press down upon her. This wasn't just an arranged marriage-it was a

her hand for him to kiss. "Th

ly gentle. "Elena, it's a pleasure to be

ughts were far from the pleasantr

f power, control, and influence-yet it was not the life she had envisioned. The more

a knew that her father's plans were already set in motion, and her escape would need to be precise. But as

rbidden loves, and the complex web of power that intertwined the Mafia and the supernatural world. The choi