3⭐️ This was honestly such a fun read! It’s basically a silly, over-the-top college romance about rich, mafia kids who think they’re adults running the world. Is the premise completely ridiculous? Oh, 100%. But I couldn’t put it down, and I’ll definitely keep reading the rest of the series.
Now, what didn’t quite work for me was the heroine’s “independent streak.” On one hand, I get it—she wants freedom and feels suffocated by her world, which makes sense. But the way the author kept hammering in the “women can do anything men can do” angle felt forced, especially when she’s suddenly winning (along with the mmc as the leader) in a male-dominated competition. It pulled me out of the story because… let’s be real, that’s not super believable.
Yes, it’s over the top, it’s messy, it’s dramatic, even a bit juvenile at time, but I still kind of loved it.
Tropes:
• Enemies to lovers
• Dark academia vibes about young adults who are part of the mafia
• Arranged marriage to unite powerful families
• Betrayal (or at least the perception of it)
• A very extra third act where she literally takes a bullet for him
I stare at Marcelo, dwarfing the open doorway. The bastard picked the lock.
“What do you want?”
He steps in and slams the door. “I have something of yours.”
I scoff. “You don’t have anything I want, I can assure you.” I stand to hold my own with him.
His dark eyes take me in from head to foot and I fight not to squirm under his perusal. “You’ll take it just the same.” He breaches the distance until he’s in front of me, standing with his hand out.
My forehead wrinkles and I look at his open palm. Nestled almost delicately in his big, brutal hand is my five-carat cushion-cut engagement ring.
“You’re out of your mind if you think I’m wearing that.” I cross my arms and walk to the other side of the room, away from him and his admittedly alluring scent. I don’t know what kind of cologne he’s wearing, but it’s divine, which is a word I refuse to associate with this man.
He follows me until my back is pressed against the wall. “You mistake me, principessa. I’m not asking.” The glint in his eyes dares me to refuse him.
Challenge accepted.
“You say that like I care.”
Without warning, his hand locks around my neck, squeezing gently. Not enough to hurt me, but enough to make it clear that he could if he wanted to.
I stare him straight in his dark eyes.
The corner of his mouth tips up at my refusal to be cowed. “Careful, I find I like it when you fight back.” He strokes his thumb up and down my jugular and my traitorous nipples tighten.
What is wrong with me?
“Go to hell.” I pucker my lips and spit right in his face.
A flash of rage sears his face, and he wipes off my saliva with the back of his hand. “That’s the one and only time I’ll allow you to disrespect me. Consider it an engagement gift. The next time, I’ll put you over my knee and spank you like an insolent child.”