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Marked by the Devil’s Touch.

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She saw something she shouldn't have. Now, she's his. When innocent florist Liana Evans witnesses a brutal mafia execution in a dark Chicago alley, her world shatters. She tries to run—but the devil already has her scent. Leonardo De Luca, the cold-blooded CEO of De Luca Enterprises by day and ruthless mafia kingpin by night, doesn't leave loose ends. But something about Liana makes him break his own rule: never keep witnesses alive. Now trapped in his luxurious mansion, Liana must navigate a world of danger, power, and secrets—while fighting the burning tension between her and the man who holds her life in his hands. As enemies close in and her past unravels, Liana discovers she may not be as innocent—or as safe—as she once believed. Can love exist between the hunted and the hunter? Or is she simply marked... by the devil’s touch?
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Chapter 1 - Chapter 1: The Alley of No Return

Liana Evans never believed in monsters. Not the kind that wore suits. Not the kind that whispered orders while holding a gun to someone's head. But that was before she saw him.

Before she was marked by the devil himself.

The night was quiet. Too quiet.

She locked up her aunt's flower shop and took the alley shortcut home—like she always did. The streets of Chicago's south side were rough, but she'd never had a reason to be afraid.

Until tonight.

A crack of a gunshot tore the silence. Liana froze mid-step. Her bag slipped from her shoulder and thudded on the wet pavement. Around the corner, voices snarled like wolves.

> "This is what happens when you steal from me."

She peered just enough to see: a man on his knees, begging. A pistol pressed to his forehead. Three guards. And one man in the center—silent, statuesque, eyes colder than death.

He didn't blink when he pulled the trigger.

The shot echoed.

Liana gasped.

That one sound sealed her fate.

His head turned slowly. Eyes black as night met hers. No rage. No fear.

Just control.

Deadly. Calm. Powerful.

Leonardo De Luca — the devil of Chicago's criminal underworld.

> "Bring her to me."

> "Please, no—I didn't see anything, I swear—!" she cried out, backing away.

It didn't matter. She'd seen him.

And once you see the devil, he never lets you go.