.

💌 A Letter from the Author... or Maybe an Accomplice? 😈📚

Hey you… yes, you reading this right now 👀

Why are you here?

Are you curious? Bored? Hiding from your responsibilities? 👀📵

Well, congratulations.

You've just opened the gates to something dark, dangerous, and maybe a little... romantic. 💀🌹

This is not your average love story. No fairy dust. No glass slippers. Just blood, secrets, betrayal... and a boy who should’ve stayed away from a girl with a smile like sin. 😏🩸

Oh, wait—

You wanna know who I am?

I go by the name cutety_pie 🖤

But don’t let the name fool you.

I write with glitter in one hand and gasoline in the other 💅🧨

I write because my characters won’t shut up. I laugh while making them suffer. 😈 And I cry… when I realize I’ve gone too far 😭🔪

If you're still here, then you're already mine 💌 Read on, brave soul. But don’t say I didn’t warn you...

  Now flip the page. And welcome to… Scarlet Thorns🌹

🔥 Meet the Chaos Crew 🕶️

Archer Valenti – Mafia heir. Killer smile. Emotional damage.

99% trouble, 1% charm. May or may not stab you politely. 😏🖤

Liana Cross – Beautiful disaster. Secret agenda. Doesn’t play by the rules.

Laughs like she's never been broken… but those eyes say otherwise. 💋🕵️‍♀️

??? – No spoilers. Just keep your eyes open. 👁️

They’re closer than you think.

---

> As you go deeper into your reading, you’ll meet the rest of the crew.

Like I said: No spoilers. Just keep your eyes wide open… 👁️👁️

                   Chapter one.

Rain fell like the sky had finally lost control.

It poured hard and fast, washing the sins off the empty streets of Venice. Thunder cracked above the canals like a warning—but it came too late.

Because someone was already dead.

And he was standing over the body.

A boy in a black suit—tailored, expensive, and now soaked in rain and blood—watched the crimson trail drip from his fingers. The cigarette between his lips was half-lit, half-forgotten. The flame had died, just like the man on the ground.

"Name one thing you regret," he muttered.

The dead man didn’t answer.

The boy gave a humorless chuckle. “Didn’t think so.”

He pulled the gold pin off his lapel—a small symbol of a rose wrapped in thorns. It glinted under the streetlight before he crushed it in his fist. Blood—his or someone else’s—smudged the edge.

---

They called him Archer Valenti.

To some, he was the heir to the Valenti empire—Europe’s most feared underground syndicate.

To others, he was a charming ghost in a black suit who laughed in the face of violence and left no fingerprints.

But tonight? He was just… tired.

His father’s enemies were multiplying. His allies were snakes. And now, his hands were red again.

He shoved the body into the canal like it was routine—because it was. The splash was swallowed by the storm.

Archer turned to leave… but paused.

Someone was watching him.

---

He felt it.

Not with his eyes—but in the shift of the air. A presence. Quiet. Calculated. Hiding.

And bold enough not to run.

He lit the cigarette again—this time fully—then looked straight into the shadows and smiled.

“Come out,” he said softly. “Unless you want me to hunt you.”

A pause. Then…

A girl stepped into the light.

Drenched. Silent. Eyes like storms. And a smirk on her lips that said she wasn’t afraid.

Not even of him.

.

💌 A Letter from the Author... or Maybe an Accomplice? 😈📚

Hey you… yes, you reading this right now 👀

Why are you here?

Are you curious? Bored? Hiding from your responsibilities? 👀📵

Well, congratulations.

You've just opened the gates to something dark, dangerous, and maybe a little... romantic. 💀🌹

This is not your average love story. No fairy dust. No glass slippers. Just blood, secrets, betrayal... and a boy who should’ve stayed away from a girl with a smile like sin. 😏🩸

Oh, wait—

You wanna know who I am?

I go by the name cutety_pie 🖤

But don’t let the name fool you.

I write with glitter in one hand and gasoline in the other 💅🧨

I write because my characters won’t shut up. I laugh while making them suffer. 😈 And I cry… when I realize I’ve gone too far 😭🔪

If you're still here, then you're already mine 💌 Read on, brave soul. But don’t say I didn’t warn you...

  Now flip the page. And welcome to… Scarlet Thorns🌹

🔥 Meet the Chaos Crew 🕶️

Archer Valenti – Mafia heir. Killer smile. Emotional damage.

99% trouble, 1% charm. May or may not stab you politely. 😏🖤

Liana Cross – Beautiful disaster. Secret agenda. Doesn’t play by the rules.

Laughs like she's never been broken… but those eyes say otherwise. 💋🕵️‍♀️

??? – ### No spoilers. Just keep your eyes open. 👁️

They’re closer than you think.

> As you go deeper into your reading, you’ll meet the rest of the crew.

Like I said: No spoilers. Just keep your eyes wide open… 👁️👁️

                   Chapter one.

Rain fell like the sky had finally lost control.

It poured hard and fast, washing the sins off the empty streets of Venice. Thunder cracked above the canals like a warning—but it came too late.

Because someone was already dead.

And he was standing over the body.

A boy in a black suit—tailored, expensive, and now soaked in rain and blood—watched the crimson trail drip from his fingers. The cigarette between his lips was half-lit, half-forgotten. The flame had died, just like the man on the ground.

"Name one thing you regret," he muttered.

The dead man didn’t answer.

The boy gave a humorless chuckle. “Didn’t think so.”

He pulled the gold pin off his lapel—a small symbol of a rose wrapped in thorns. It glinted under the streetlight before he crushed it in his fist. Blood—his or someone else’s—smudged the edge.

They called him Archer Valenti.

To some, he was the heir to the Valenti empire—Europe’s most feared underground syndicate.

To others, he was a charming ghost in a black suit who laughed in the face of violence and left no fingerprints.

But tonight? He was just… tired.

His father’s enemies were multiplying. His allies were snakes. And now, his hands were red again.

He shoved the body into the canal like it was routine—because it was. The splash was swallowed by the storm.

Archer turned to leave… but paused.

Someone was watching him.

He felt it.

Not with his eyes—but in the shift of the air. A presence. Quiet. Calculated. Hiding.

And bold enough not to run.

He lit the cigarette again—this time fully—then looked straight into the shadows and smiled.

“Come out,” he said softly. “Unless you want me to hunt you.”

A pause. Then…

A girl stepped into the light.

Drenched. Silent. Eyes like storms. And a smirk on her lips that said she wasn’t afraid.

Not even of him.

.

💌 A Letter from the Author... or Maybe an Accomplice? 😈📚

Hey you… yes, you reading this right now 👀

Why are you here?

Are you curious? Bored? Hiding from your responsibilities? 👀📵

Well, congratulations.

You've just opened the gates to something dark, dangerous, and maybe a little... romantic. 💀🌹

This is not your average love story. No fairy dust. No glass slippers. Just blood, secrets, betrayal... and a boy who should’ve stayed away from a girl with a smile like sin. 😏🩸

Oh, wait—

You wanna know who I am?

I go by the name cutety_pie 🖤

But don’t let the name fool you.

I write with glitter in one hand and gasoline in the other 💅🧨

I write because my characters won’t shut up. I laugh while making them suffer. 😈 And I cry… when I realize I’ve gone too far 😭🔪

If you're still here, then you're already mine 💌 Read on, brave soul. But don’t say I didn’t warn you...

  Now flip the page. And welcome to… Scarlet Thorns🌹

🔥 Meet the Chaos Crew 🕶️

Archer Valenti – Mafia heir. Killer smile. Emotional damage.

99% trouble, 1% charm. May or may not stab you politely. 😏🖤

Liana Cross – Beautiful disaster. Secret agenda. Doesn’t play by the rules.

Laughs like she's never been broken… but those eyes say otherwise. 💋🕵️‍♀️

??? – No spoilers. Just keep your eyes open. 👁️

They’re closer than you think.

---

> As you go deeper into your reading, you’ll meet the rest of the crew.

Like I said: No spoilers. Just keep your eyes wide open… 👁️👁️

                   Chapter one.

Rain fell like the sky had finally lost control.

It poured hard and fast, washing the sins off the empty streets of Venice. Thunder cracked above the canals like a warning—but it came too late.

Because someone was already dead.

And he was standing over the body.

A boy in a black suit—tailored, expensive, and now soaked in rain and blood—watched the crimson trail drip from his fingers. The cigarette between his lips was half-lit, half-forgotten. The flame had died, just like the man on the ground.

"Name one thing you regret," he muttered.

The dead man didn’t answer.

The boy gave a humorless chuckle. “Didn’t think so.”

He pulled the gold pin off his lapel—a small symbol of a rose wrapped in thorns. It glinted under the streetlight before he crushed it in his fist. Blood—his or someone else’s—smudged the edge.

---

They called him Archer Valenti.

To some, he was the heir to the Valenti empire—Europe’s most feared underground syndicate.

To others, he was a charming ghost in a black suit who laughed in the face of violence and left no fingerprints.

But tonight? He was just… tired.

His father’s enemies were multiplying. His allies were snakes. And now, his hands were red again.

He shoved the body into the canal like it was routine—because it was. The splash was swallowed by the storm.

Archer turned to leave… but paused.

Someone was watching him.

---

He felt it.

Not with his eyes—but in the shift of the air. A presence. Quiet. Calculated. Hiding.

And bold enough not to run.

He lit the cigarette again—this time fully—then looked straight into the shadows and smiled.

“Come out,” he said softly. “Unless you want me to hunt you.”

A pause. Then…

A girl stepped into the light.

Drenched. Silent. Eyes like storms. And a smirk on her lips that said she wasn’t afraid.

Not even of him.