Novels by Archnemesis

The first thing I feel is her warmth. Not the lazy heat of the sun, not the burn of a lit cigar, but her skin on skin, the slow rise and fall of her chest against mine, the delicate scent of last night still clinging between us. Giulianna sleeps curled into me like she belongs there, one leg hooked over mine, her face buried in my neck. My arm is wrapped around her waist so tightly that my fingers are pressed into the curve of her hip. I didn’t loosen my grip even in sleep. I couldn’t. I breathe her in, slow and deep. It’s dangerous how good she smells. That faint trace of her perfume mixed with something purely her soft, feminine, and maddening. I could live in this moment and never come up for air. Last night plays in my head in flashes. Her nails digging into my back. The way she said my name like a confession. The sound she made when I touched her just right. It’s enough to make my blood heat all over again. I press my lips to the crown of her head, my hand sliding down he

The second the suite door clicked shut, I turned the key and pocketed it. No interruptions. No one touching her but me. Giulianna stood in the center of the room, still in her wedding gown — the same gown that had been taunting me for hours. My hands ached from keeping them off her. The way the silk hugged her body, the way the light from the chandelier caught the shimmer in her veil, the faint rise and fall of her chest… She looked like sin wrapped in innocence. Mine. Only mine. “Come here,” I said, my voice low enough to make her freeze. She didn’t move. Not right away. She just stared at me with that mix of defiance and surrender that drove me insane. I took the steps for her. My fingers brushed over her cheek, tracing the line of her jaw, down her throat until they found the rapid beat of her pulse. “You have no idea what you’ve done to me tonight.” Her lips parted. “Matteo…” The sound of my name on her tongue snapped something in me. I grabbed her waist, dragging her again

The chapel was silent.Not the kind of silence that felt empty—but the kind that held its breath, the kind that pressed against your skin and left a mark.Matteo still held my hands, his thumbs brushing slowly over my knuckles as if he was grounding me… or maybe himself. His words still echoed in my chest, heavy and warm, making it hard to breathe in a way that wasn’t entirely from nerves.“By the power vested in me…” the priest’s voice cut through the tension, but barely.Matteo’s eyes didn’t leave mine. Not once. Not when the priest spoke of unity, not when he spoke of faithfulness, not even when the room began to blur at the edges because of what I knew—what we both knew—was waiting for us after this.I felt the faintest hum beneath the layers of silk and lace. My knees almost buckled.The corner of Matteo’s mouth curved, subtle but knowing, his thumb pressing firmer into my hand. His control over me was so absolute in that moment it almost scared me.Almost.“You may now kiss the

The music started—soft, slow, the kind of melody that pulled at your heart and tangled your thoughts into a knot. My breath hitched, and I swallowed hard. The long white train of my gown stretched behind me like a river of silk, every step feeling impossibly heavy and impossibly light all at once. I was walking toward a future I hadn’t fully claimed yet. The doors opened wide, and a hush fell over the crowd. All eyes turned, and there I was—Giulianna Bianchi, the heir, the bride, every inch the perfect picture they wanted. But beneath all that perfection, my body was a secret battlefield. Because Matteo had insisted on one last thing before I walked out. A small, sleek vibrator tucked discreetly beneath my gown. Hidden against my skin. He’d smirked when he told me, voice low and teasing. “Walk for me, dolcezza. Show me how beautiful you are when you’re on fire—and no one else knows.” I’d nodded, cheeks burning, heart pounding in a way that wasn’t just nerves. With every step

The morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting soft stripes across the floor. I sat at the edge of the bed, fingers wrapped around the thin fabric of my robe, trying to steady my nerves. The weight of what was coming pressed down on me like the heavy velvet drapes in the grand hall—thick, suffocating, impossible to ignore.Matteo was in the bathroom, his deep voice carrying faintly through the door as he barked something about shaving.I swallowed hard.“Giuli,” he called, stepping out with that messy, just-rolled-out-of-bed look that somehow made me forget the mountain of stress I was carrying. His hair was still damp, and his eyes shone with that stubborn, unyielding fire.“Hey,” I managed, my voice softer than I wanted.He walked over and sat beside me on the bed, his hand finding mine like it was the only thing anchoring him too.“This is real,” I said, voice barely above a whisper.He squeezed my hand. “It’s always been real.”I wanted to believe him.But it wasn’

The conversation didn’t end in the grand hall. No, nothing ever ended there. The Bianchi family preferred their victories sealed behind closed doors, away from the watchful eyes of the servants and the echoing gold-lit ceilings. Uncle Carlo led us out with a curt gesture, like a general expecting his soldiers to follow. We moved through the long marble corridor, Sofia’s small steps pattering beside me, her fingers still knotted with mine. Matteo walked just behind, close enough that I could feel his presence, the faint brush of his arm against mine every few steps. They brought us to the study, a room thick with cigar smoke and the scent of old leather. The doors closed, locking us in with the weight of centuries of family power. Carlo sat behind my father’s old desk. Aunt Luciana perched in a chair by the fire, diamonds catching the flames. My cousins lingered by the bookshelves, pretending to browse titles but hanging on every word. “You’ll be married within the week,” Carlo be

“Come on, Trinity! You used to be better than me at this!” Axcel yelled from the water, balancing perfectly on his board while the waves curled beneath him like playful giants.I squinted under the golden sun, my fingers adjusting the strap of my rash guard. “That was four years ago, Axcel!"He laughed, effortlessly riding a wave and then diving off with that same carefree charm he’s always carried—like the world was too small to weigh on his shoulders.I paddled out, determined to reclaim some dignity. The water was warm against my skin, familiar and foreign all at once. It had been years since I’d done anything remotely close to this. I used to chase deadlines and meetings—now I was chasing waves.Axcel paddled over and steadied my board as I repositioned. “You’ve got this. Wait for the right one. Patience.”“Something you never had,” I teased.He smirked. “Maybe I’ve changed.”The wave came, and this time I stood—shaky but standing. The adrenaline roared through me like the ocean i

Five yearsIt still feels surreal to say it out loud.If you told the woman I used to be that I’d be here—running a chain of Clothing Line across Philippines, speaking at global business summits, dressing in custom-designed power suits, flying first class from country to country—she would’ve laughed in disbelief. Now, I live in glass towers, I walk across marble floors in five-inch heels, I sign contracts worth millions. People address me as “Ma'am Ty,” their eyes filled with admiration and fear. I built a fortress of success so high, even my memories couldn’t climb it. Or at least, that’s what I wanted to believe.Because the truth is, no matter how high I’ve risen… my shadows always find me.Today was one of those days—endless meetings, back-to-back presentations, and a last-minute video call with the Singapore investors who wanted to renegotiate our stake agreement. I nailed it all, of course. I always do. There’s a certain power in knowing no one expects you to fail. You become u

The moment they took her, something inside me snapped.Not the heartbroken kind of snap. No. This was deeper. Sharper. I didn’t feel pain. I felt wrath. Pure, undiluted rage. And it was about to consume everything in its path.I stormed into the estate’s war room, where the core of Nostra Affari waited in silence. My men stood tall, dressed in black, weapons ready, waiting for orders.“They took her,” I growled, eyes locked on the map displayed across the wall. "I want them dead."No one asked questions. They knew better. This wasn’t just about vengeance—it was personal. I wasn’t just the heir to an empire tonight. I was death in a suit.Sky entered, tablet in hand, sweat beading his forehead. “I tracked Nicole’s convoy heading north—Ilocos Norte. They’ve stopped near a shoreline and has a fucking chopper waiting there.”My jaw clenched. “They’re taking her somewhere. She’s not going to make it to that chopper.”I turned to my men. “Mobilize everything. Ground teams, air units, satell

The moment Leo pulled me into his arms, blood-stained and breathless, I felt a sliver of peace. For the first time in what felt like forever, I thought I was safe. The gold-masked man was cuffed and unconscious. The basement faded behind us like a bad dream.But that illusion shattered the moment we stepped out into the open.The night exploded.A hail of bullets pierced the air from nowhere—windows shattered, tires blew, and Leo immediately shielded me with his body. “Get down!” he shouted, dragging me behind an overturned car.I couldn’t see where the shots were coming from at first. But then I heard her voice. Cold. Mocking. Familiar. Nicole.She stepped out from a black SUV like she owned the damn warzone. Dressed in all black, hair slicked back, sunglasses at night like she was untouchable. Behind her, a fleet of armed men emerged—fully geared, tactically aligned. An army. Her army.She smirked, holding a pistol. “You didn’t think I’d just let you walk away with him, did you?”

The first thing I noticed was the smell-damp concrete, mold, and something metallic I couldn't quite place. Blood, maybe. The air was thick and suffocating, like it hadn't been disturbed in years. I was shivering-not because of the cold, but because of what I had just survived.My wrists ached from the rough zip ties cutting into my skin, and the blindfold they'd used was still half-hanging around my neck. I sat on the cold, unforgiving floor of what looked like an abandoned basement, lit only by a flickering bulb swinging above me like a slow, ticking clock.I wanted to scream for help. I wanted to run. But I couldn't do either.My belly-my baby-was the only thing keeping me grounded. *Don't panic. You need to stay calm. For the baby.I heard voices upstairs. Muffled. Angry. Barked commands. Footsteps. One set. Then two. Then silence.Then the door creaked open.A man entered, his shadow cast long and crooked across the floor. He wasn't the one from earlier-the one who shoved me into

I thought we were just attending a corporate event. That was all I expected. I never imagined this. I always believed Leo would propose after I gave birth—that’s how I pictured it in my head. “I love you so much, Trinity,” he whispered as he pulled me into a tight embrace. I returned it with the same intensity, melting into his arms. This is it. We’re finally getting our own version of happily ever after.…As we entered the hotel, the party was already in full swing. People were dancing, laughing, and living in the moment. Leo and I joined in for a slow dance. I gently rested my head on his shoulder, his arms wrapping securely around my waist like he never wanted to let go.“You’ve spoiled me with so many surprises today, Leo,” I murmured against him. “Now it’s my turn. After the party, I have something to tell you.” There was anticipation bubbling inside me, a secret waiting to be set free. “I’ve never really been excited about surprises until now,” I added softly. “Maybe b