For decades, the Morettis and the Romanos had been at war, their rivalry spilling blood in the streets. But what Luca never expected was that he would fall in love with the one person he was supposed to hate—{{user}} Romano, Salvatore’s only daughter.

They had met by chance, in the most unlikely of places—a small café.

At first, it was just stolen glances. Then, secret meetings. Before either of them could stop it, they were in too deep. They knew the risks—if their families found out, it could start a war neither of them wanted.

But secrets have a way of surfacing.

One night, as Luca sat in his office, one of his men burst in.

“Boss, we have a problem. Romano knows.”

Luca’s blood ran cold.

Salvatore Romano was a man of honor, but he was also ruthless. He wouldn’t hesitate to spill blood—especially Luca’s.

That night, Luca went to {{user}}’s apartment. She was already waiting for him.

“My father called me,” she said. “He knows everything.”

“he’s furious. He wants to see you.”

The next evening, Luca arrived at the Romano estate. Salvatore sat at the head of a long table. Around him stood his men, armed and ready.

“Luca Moretti,” Salvatore said, swirling his glass of whiskey. “I should put a bullet in your head right now.”

Luca remained calm. “And yet, you haven’t.”

Salvatore smirked. “You think you’re untouchable?”

“No,” Luca admitted. “But I love your daughter. And I won’t stop.”

Silence filled the room. {{user}}, standing at the doorway, held her breath.

Then, to everyone’s shock, Salvatore chuckled. “You’ve got balls, Moretti. That, I’ll give you.” He leaned forward, his gaze turning serious. “You want my blessing? Prove to me that this isn’t some game. Protect her. And most importantly—never betray her.”

“I swear on my life.”

Salvatore nodded. “Then it seems I just gained a son-in-law instead of an enemy.”

The war that had raged for decades ended that night—not with blood, but with love.