Chapter: Chapter 15Scarlett’s POV.The mansion was too quiet.Not the peaceful kind of quiet. The where-is-he-why-is-he-not-home kind. I hadn’t seen Leon in days, and though I told myself it didn’t matter, that it wasn’t supposed to matter. But I felt it anyway.It was a strange kind of ache—too sharp and painful.I supposed it was because Leon just saw me as the child's mother and was still doubting the truth of the matter. It made me a bit sad, but I knew that Leon wouldn't stay for anyone. And… Oh, right–because he's gay! Then again, I barely had any contact with him in my previous life; I don't really know him well. I shook my head. I couldn’t think about it. I had more pressing things to focus on.What had happened exactly today—in my past life. At the charity gala.I remembered it vividly—the beginning of my public undoing. Back then, I’d been so naïve. So eager to fit in with Caden’s world, thinking that love alone could buy me a place among those people.What a joke.I’d shown up in a depa
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Chapter: Chapter 14Leon’s POV.I stood outside Scarlett’s door longer than I meant to. The hallway was dim, the antique chandelier casting gold shadows across the marble floor. I should have turned around and gone back to my study. But something gnawed at me—something that hadn’t left since the moment I told her to rest.She didn’t stir when I opened the door. Just curled tighter beneath the covers, one arm thrown across the pillow like she was chasing something in her sleep. She’d looked so small in that bed. Pale and fragile. Her chest rose and fell with every breath, steady, the way it should be. That was the reassurance I needed to turn around and head out of the door. But as my hand reached to close the door behind me, I heard the name whispered feverishly from her lips.“Caden…”My body went still.“Caden—no…” she pleaded in a breathless whimper.And I—I shut the door.Harder than I intended.I didn’t sleep that night. I told myself I was overreacting. People say strange things when they’re dream
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Chapter: Chapter 13Scarlett’s POV.The car hadn’t even fully stopped before I spotted them—Caden’s parents—perched on the front steps of Leon’s estate like they owned the place.Caden’s mother had on her usual pinched expression, her mouth twisted like she’d just swallowed something sour. His father stood beside her, arms crossed, eyes narrowing the second he spotted me slide out of the car with Leon.I didn’t flinch, keeping my expression neutral.Let them stew.Leon barely glanced at them. “Dana. Leorick.” His voice was as sharp and smooth as always, the kind that didn’t need to raise in volume to get his point across. “If you have something to say, say it in my study.”Dana’s eyes snapped to me, cold and watery at the same time. “Scarlett.” Her voice cracked, perfectly fine-tuned to gain sympathy. “You owe us an explanation. Why did you do this to Caden? He hasn’t eaten. He hasn’t slept. He—he’s falling apart.”I raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Maybe he could use the diet. He’s been carrying that ov
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Chapter: Chapter 12Scarlett’s POVI woke to the soft rustle of fabric and the faint scent of cedar and something welcoming—like brewed coffee and warmth. The room was quiet, the lights low and unintrusive. My body ached, like I’d been wrung out and hung to dry.Leon sat beside the bed, sleeves rolled up to his forearms, wristwatch glinting in the soft light. His posture was still, but his eyes appeared to track my every movement.“You’re awake,” he said, voice low, almost relieved.I shifted slightly, wincing. “Where…?”“We’re still at the gala,” he replied, glancing around the space. “I brought you to one of the guestrooms after you fainted in the ballroom.”I stared for a moment, allowing the words to fully process.Leon continued, “I also had some test done while you were… well, resting.” That last word landed with weight.“I must have been really tired,” I muttered under my breath.He leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “Scarlett, you’re not just tired. The fainting, the dizzy spells—your body’s sh
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Chapter: Chapter 11Scarlett’s POV.I raised my chin, unbothered by the way Caden glared at me. He looked like he wanted to rip the words from my mouth and shove them back down my throat.Too bad for him.Leon didn’t say a word, his arm still wrapped around my waist, his shoulder brushing against mine. He pinned Caden with a stare that said; so much as touch her, and you’ll really have something to complain about.Not that it stopped him. Caden only saw what he wanted to—and right now, it was ridden with fury. He turned to his uncle, his tone gaining traction. “You don’t even know if the kid’s yours. For all you know, it could be anyone’s.”Leon’s head shifted just slightly, enough to glance at him from the side. His face was stoic. “It will be proven when the child is born,” Leon proceeded, calm as ever. “And when it is, the matter of the heir will be settled.”That silenced Caden—for a moment.But not his father.The man’s hand cut through the air as he barked, “Absolutely not! You are not going to let
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Chapter: Chapter 10Scarlett’s POV.I cut straight through the crowd, heels biting against the marble with intent. My eyes locked on Leon at the head of the long ceremonial table, where the will sat, opened and ready, waiting for the stroke of a pen that would seal his fate.I couldn’t let it happen. Not again. Not this time.My fingers reached for the document, just barely grazing the edge of the paper—when Caden’s hand seized my wrist with a painful force.“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he growled, yanking my arm so hard I stumbled.He snatched the will from under my hand and held it up like it’s a prize. His voice dropped low, loud enough for just me to hear. “You don’t belong here. Who let you in?”Then, turning with fake politeness, he offered the will to Leon. “She’s had too much champagne. Just sign it. Let’s get this done.”Leon didn’t take the pen. His gaze stayed locked on mine.I shoved Caden aside, shattering the thin boundary of civility. He stumbled backward into a waiter, slosh
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Burn For Me : Bound By The Mafia King
I was told to prove my loyalty.
Instead, they left me to burn.
My name’s Calistra Ford—Cali, to the idiots who think they know me. I was born to the mafia—wrapped in elegance, forged in blood under a kingpin who calls himself my father. He gave me one shot to earn my place: infiltrate enemy territory, steal something priceless, and survive.
I did it. Bruised, bleeding, victorious.
And just as I ran for freedom, my brothers—my own family—locked the car doors and drove off without me.
They handed me the gun, but turns out I was the target all along.
Now, I’m a prisoner to our enemy.
And Hale “Hellbringer” Holt is the one holding the chains.
He’s cold. Lethal. Unreadable. Everything I should hate.
He should’ve killed me.
But instead… he married me.
Bound by a contract and shackled in silk. Tied to his empire by blood and silence.
I was raised to bleed for my people—now, my loyalty is dead.
They offered me up as bait. All except my sister, Belle—still trapped in their den of evil.
And if I have to set the world on fire to save her, I will.
Starting with the family that betrayed me.
And I’m dragging Hellbringer into the flames with me.
Basahin
Chapter: 85. Execution PlanI stay perfectly still, barely breathing, until the footsteps fade.They pass the office without pause, fading into the deeper corridors of the house. No knock. No interruption. Just the distant murmur of boots on polished floors, then silence again.My lungs unlock with a slow exhale.Only then do I rise—quietly, carefully—and step across the room to the office door. I press it shut until it clicks back into place, then twist the lock, the soft metallic snick echoing too loud in my ears.My hands are shaking as I return to the desk.The chair is still warm from my body when I sit again, but I don’t let myself hesitate. I reach for the drawer, pull it open, and take out the notebook.The leather feels different now. Heavier. Thicker with implication.I open it again.The name is still there.Burke Ford—my father—written in bold, dark ink, underlined once like a heading.I turn the page.And what stares back at me steals the air from my lungs.A layout.Drawn by hand. Detailed. Precise
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Chapter: 84. The NotebookI wake up to silence.The kind that feels too deliberate—like the house is holding its breath.The bed is still warm beside me, the sheets rumpled, the scent of him still clinging to the pillow. Tobacco and clove. Male and danger. That addictive blend I’ve come to crave even though I shouldn’t.But Hale is gone.A dull ache pulses in my chest, like the ghost of something sharp. I stretch slowly, each movement tugging at sore muscles and lingering bruises. My body hums with the aftermath of last night—and everything that came after. The weight of him above me. Inside me. The heat of his mouth. The press of his voice in my ear, low and unyielding.The way he held me like he wasn’t planning to let go.But now he’s not here.My fingers slide across the sheets, trailing the imprint of where his body lay. Still warm. He hasn’t been gone long.I blink at the early morning light filtering through the windows, trying to shake off the haze of sleep. Something tugs at the edge of my memory—his v
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Chapter: 83. Stay HereBy the time we’re inside, I’m already breathless.Hale’s mouth is on my neck as he kicks the bedroom door shut behind us. His grip doesn’t falter once. My thighs are locked around his waist, his arms holding me like I weigh nothing, like he’s carrying a possession he intends to use until there’s nothing left of it.My back hits the mattress seconds later, and he stands at the edge of the bed, eyes dragging over my body like he’s choosing which part of me to ruin first.The bikini is gone within moments. He strips it from me with rough, sure hands, letting the fabric fall somewhere on the floor. I’m bare to him now, my skin hot from the sun and flushed from the inside out.He doesn’t speak.He doesn’t have to.He undresses slowly, methodically, watching my face the entire time. My breathing gets shallow the second he steps out of his pants. He’s already hard, and he knows I’m staring.When he crawls onto the bed, I forget how to breathe entirely.His hands skim up my thighs, spreading
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Chapter: 82. A New PageCali’s pov.The book in my hands is garbage.Some CSI crime fiction thing I grabbed off a bottom shelf in Hale’s library just to feel like I was doing something other than rotting in my own head. I’ve reread the same page five times. Couldn’t even tell you the main character’s name.My legs are stretched out across the lounge chair, toes pointed toward the edge of the pool, face tilted up to catch the sun. It’s warm. Calming. The breeze barely brushes over my skin, the air thick with the faint scent of chlorine and freshly mowed grass.Hale’s estate is so big, so full of stone and glass and steel, that out here feels like a different world entirely. Quiet. Unwatched.He disappeared into his office earlier. I haven’t seen him since.And weirdly, that doesn’t make me feel unsafe anymore.The ache from watching that footage hasn’t left me. I’m not sure it ever will. That image of my mother falling—flowers in her hands, a smile still on her face—it burns behind my eyes like it was tattooe
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Chapter: 81. Suspicious BusinessHale’s pov.I’m not even fully awake when the phone starts vibrating.I’m still in bed. Still holding her.Cali’s breathing is steady. Her body pressed into mine like she never intends to leave again. I stare at the crown of her head for a second longer than I should before reaching for the device on the nightstand.The screen flashes a name.Louis.One of mine.Quiet. Efficient. Been with me since Prague. He doesn’t call unless it matters.I slide out of bed carefully. Cali stirs but doesn’t wake. I pull on a shirt and step into the hall, shutting the door behind me.“Talk,” I say as I answer.“Got what you wanted on Killian Vale.”My jaw tightens.“And?”“Worse than we thought.”I walk down the hall toward the office, closing the door behind me once I’m in. “Be specific.”He doesn’t hesitate. “Sex trafficking—confirmed. Mostly Eastern European girls. Underage. Drugged. Kept in rotation across three clubs under different owners. But the network’s clean—shell companies, ghost director
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Chapter: 80. Endearing SilenceCali’s pov.I wake to warmth.Not just heat, but pressure. An arm heavy around my waist. A firm chest rising behind my back. My legs tangled with his. The covers tucked in tight around us like we haven’t moved in hours.I don’t need to turn my head to know who it is.Hale.I expected to wake alone. Expected cold sheets. Expected to be locked in a different room with nothing but silence and the taste of my own regret.Instead, I’m here. With him.His breathing is deep. Controlled. One hand rests on my stomach, thumb brushing the bare skin just under my navel. He’s not asleep anymore. He’s waiting.I stay still.Because I don’t want this to end.I don’t understand why I’m being allowed to have this moment—why he hasn’t shoved me away yet, forced me to my knees, reminded me of how much I’ve cost him.But I’m not stupid enough to question it out loud.He shifts slightly beneath me and pulls his arm back, like he’s preparing to get up.My hand shoots out and grabs a fistful of his shirt.“
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