I thought grief was the worst thing I’d ever feel— Until the letters began. After my husband’s death, I built a life of silence. Twelve-hour ER shifts. Sleepless nights. An apartment that didn’t speak his name. Then the first letter appeared. It knew my nightmares. My secrets. The truth about the night Matteo died. The last letter warned me about one man. Alessio Vescari. Cold. Ruthless. A mafia king carved from shadow and sin—and the man whose gaze devours me like I already belong to him. He watches me. Haunts my dreams. Confesses in the dark with hands that promise both danger and salvation. But as he steps closer, the world fractures— Mirrors crack, whispers coil through my sleep, and my dead husband’s voice drags me toward the cold. Something is haunting me. Something is hunting us. And when the truth unravels, I’ll have to choose—
Follow the ghost I once loved… Or burn for the man who would bleed to keep me his.

⚜️ HIS MIDNIGHT LETTERS ⚜️

A dark world of obsession, stalking, and dangerous desire. This mafia romance explores power, possession, grief, and psychological tension. Read with caution… And crave what waits in the dark.