Novels by Archnemesis

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

I finally breathed easy when Trinity finished getting ready. No matter how beautiful my girlfriend looked every single day, there was something different tonight. She was glowing. Ethereal. That white dress clung to her like it was made just to worship her body. But what really destroyed me—what shattered me—were her eyes. Bright with warmth, lit up with excitement. She had no clue what she was doing to me. "You look unreal, love." I whispered, taking her hand and pressing a reverent kiss to her knuckles like she was royalty. Like she was a miracle. She didn’t know. She didn’t have the faintest idea what I was about to do. ...We were in the limousine, minutes away from the venue. Everyone else was distracted on their phones, but me? I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I never could. She was my whole world. My reason. My anchor and the chaos. Tonight—I’d make sure she’d know it. “Are you nervous?” she asked with a soft smile. “Nope.” I shook my head slowly. “I’ve got not

When I opened my eyes, I was lying on a soft bed. I bolted upright and stepped out of the room to look for Leo. I found him in the living room, talking on the phone. "Yes, Vince. I have to take care of my wife since we’re pregnant, so maybe Khiro and Sky can manage things for now. But if the client insists on speaking with me, give me his phone number. I’ll talk to him—but do everything you cannot to disturb me unless necessary." I didn’t show myself just yet. I waited for their conversation to finish. "Yes, thank you so much. And don’t worry—you’re one of the baby’s godfathers." He laughed before saying goodbye. "Hi," I greeted once he noticed me. He came over immediately. "My Tesorina. Are you hungry? Want me to cook something?" I smiled. I really love him. I walked closer to him. "You don’t have to cook. My food’s standing right in front of me." With that, my fingers slowly traveled downward, brushing against the growing hardness beneath his pants. Leo’s breath

Sofia stirred, just enough to let out a weak cough. Enzo made a choice. “Wrap her arm again. I’ll dose her with a low sedative. Not enough to stop her breathing, just enough to keep her calm.” We worked quickly. Wrapping, lifting, whispering prayers neither of us truly believed in but clung to anyway.The basement door opened. Gunfire cracked in the distance. But Matteo held Sofia close to his chest, and I followed him into the darkness like a shadow clings to flame. There was no other choice. Not anymore.The cold slapped me the second we stepped outside.It was biting, sharper than I remembered, sharp enough to make me feel like I’d been punched in the chest. Or maybe it was just the adrenaline crashing all at once. I couldn’t tell anymore. Everything felt like it was collapsing inward: my lungs, the sky, the world itself.Matteo’s arm was tense around Sofia as he held her against his chest, jacket tucked tightly over her fragile body. His steps were fast but careful. Like she w

Matteo didn’t move. Didn’t flinch. But I could see the fear in his eyes. It was wild, untamed, bleeding through the cracks of the man he tried to be. “I’ll kill them all.” “We might not have to,” Enzo added, voice sharp. “Some of Don Rossi’s men were taken out by friendly fire. I think some of them were our tourist friends from middle east.” Matteo looked up, surprised. “You sure?” “Caught them using their own hand signals while the Rossi men advanced. And it's only our friend's from the middle east who have such thing.Matteo… we have a shot at flipping this war on them.” I gripped Sofia closer, my voice hoarse. “Then finish it. For her.” Matteo leaned in and kissed me once, hard and desperate. “For us.” Then he rose again like a soldier stepping back onto the battlefield and vanished up the stairs, fire in his blood, vengeance on his tongue. And I stayed where I was, holding our daughter like she was the last light left in the world.I didn’t realize I had stopped breathing un

The walls trembled. It wasn’t just from the gunfire now. It was from the sheer pressure in my chest, the kind that made it impossible to breathe. Every second ticked like a countdown. My knees had gone numb from kneeling beside Sofia on the blood-stained table, but I couldn’t move. I didn’t care. My world had narrowed into this one image OF her pale face, barely blinking, her lashes clumped with sweat, blood trailing from her hairline down her cheek like a cruel ribbon. Enzo’s gloves were soaked red. He had managed to stitch the wound closed, but it didn’t stop. Her blood was thinner than it should’ve been. She wasn’t clotting fast enough. Her lips trembled as if trying to speak but failing every time. “Come on, sweetheart.” I whispered against her forehead, tears slipping freely now. “Don’t leave me. Don’t… please don’t go quiet.” Enzo didn’t look up. His fingers pressed into her wrist, searching again for her pulse. “Still dropping,” he muttered through gritted teeth. “Goddamn i

The wind had never felt so sharp.It had teeth, tearing through my dress and skin like paper as we roared down the winding country roads. Matteo's body was solid against mine, a shield, a furnace of adrenaline and muscle I clung to with everything I had. His back rose and fell beneath my palms, steady as the chaos behind us tried to catch up. My heart was in my throat, beating so loud I thought it would drown out the engine's scream.Sofia’s scream echoed louder.She had been hit.I couldn’t stop shaking. My lungs burned with every breath as we raced toward the one place we might be safe for now despite me having doubts at it first, the old Diavlo Scuri clubhouse. Matteo had one hand on the throttle, the other gripping his gun as we careened around every sharp bend and blind curve. Behind us, I could hear the rest of the crew. Enzo’s voice tight and panicked, Crow shouting directions into the wind, Angelo cursing under his breath.Sofia’s blood had soaked through the lace of her flowe

The wind was sharp against my face as we ripped down the country road, the thunder of Matteo’s bike vibrating through my bones. My arms were locked tightly around his waist, my cheek pressed to the leather of his jacket, heart still galloping from the chaos we’d left behind. It should’ve felt terrifying, riding into the unknown with the echoes of gasps and gunfire in our wake. But it didn’t. It felt like freedom.The sun was bleeding into the horizon, streaks of orange and violet painting the sky as we wove through winding roads and stretches of open fields. Behind us, the rest of the crew followed like black hounds in formation. Enzo had Sofia, and I could see her tiny form nestled into him, arms wrapped around his chest, her dark curls fluttering in the breeze. She was safe. For now.Matteo’s grip on the handlebars was firm, controlled, like he was part of the machine itself. Every movement he made was calculated, he leaned just enough into the curves, accelerated in bursts, always

The first thing I heard was the music, it was elegant, delicate strings floating through the air like a lullaby before the slaughter. The kind of sound meant to mask fear. To dress up cruelty in a tuxedo and call it tradition. Then came the scent of roses, hundreds of them, thick and sweet, trying to bury the rot underneath this entire event. The smell of old money. Of power draped in white.And then I saw her.Giulianna.Frozen halfway down the aisle, like a goddess bound in silk and shame. Her gown shimmered under the afternoon sun, but she looked like she was walking to her own execution. My throat burned at the sight of her. I could see the stiffness in her shoulders, the tremble in her jaw, the way her father’s grip on her arm wasn’t guidance, it was ownership. Every step she took felt like a betrayal of who she was. But she kept walking. Because that’s what they wanted her to do.Not anymore.The growl of our engines shattered the hush.We didn’t roll in quietly. We didn’t slip