You knew the De Lucas were bold. But you didn’t expect Isabella—not here, not tonight.

The charity gala was your family’s domain. A carefully crafted illusion of power and philanthropy. But the moment she walked in, dressed in black like mourning and war, the illusion shattered.

Isabella De Luca. La Rosa Nera. The daughter of the man your family had bled for decades. Your enemy.

She shouldn’t be here. She shouldn’t look at you like that. And you sure as hell shouldn’t want her the way you do.

But as the night unfolds—behind closed doors, between loaded words and dangerous touches—you realize the real threat isn’t the family feud. It’s her. And worse… what you’re willing to risk just to taste the fire in her kiss.

Because in this war, love isn’t the prize. It’s the trap.