Crave Me,Kill Me
Aria Quinn has spent years hiding from a truth that nearly destroyed her one night, one death, one secret. Now, with a new name and a second chance, she’s clawed her way into New York City’s elite creative scene. Her latest project? Rebranding the crown jewel of Vale Corp, a global empire ruled by wealth, ruthlessness, and the one man she never saw coming.
Cassian Vale is a billionaire heir with ice in his veins and a legacy he never asked for. Groomed to protect the family name at all costs, Cassian has buried every emotion, every weakness until Aria storms into his world and ignites a fire he’s no longer able to contain.
As they fall into a relationship fueled by lust, obsession, and need, Aria and Cassian begin unraveling each other’s secrets. But their connection is more than forbidden it’s dangerous. Because the more Cassian investigates his family’s past, the more he realizes Aria was never a coincidence. She’s the key to everything. And someone will do anything to silence her… even if it means killing them both.
In a city of shadows, seduction, and power, love isn’t safe. It’s a war.
And only one of them might survive it.
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Chapter: Chapter 130: After the FireThe rooftop was cracked concrete and old satellite wires, a remnant from a time when Eden still fed the skies with its whispers.Now, it was just elevation.A place above.A place away.Aria sat cross-legged on the edge, boots abandoned beside her, knees bare to the cold. The wind played with the loose ends of her jacket. Her hair whipped across her mouth and she didn’t fix it.Cassian approached from the stairwell, two mugs in hand black coffee, no sugar, just heat.He handed her one without speaking.She accepted it with a small nod.They watched the city breathe beneath them.It didn’t feel like victory.It felt like quiet.Aria took a sip. “Did you ever think we’d get here?”Cassian sat beside her, his knee touching hers. “I didn’t think we were allowed to.”She glanced sideways. “And now?”He looked out over the sprawl of fractured glass and rebuilding scaffolds, the lights blinking in uncertain cadence.“Now I think we made it impossible not to.”She smiled.Not the kind that sh
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Chapter: Chapter 129: The Door Left AjarThe new council chamber was brighter.Open-roofed, with no walls just glass, sky, and risk.It was designed to reflect transparency.It still reeked of legacy.Aria stood alone at the center dais, her hair windblown, a thin slash of light across her cheek. She wore no sigil. No colors. Just charcoal and skin and shadow.The circle of seats around her buzzed with nervous anticipation.They wanted to crown her again.But they wouldn’t say that word.They used titles instead.“Strategic Civic Anchor.”“Oversight Moderator.”“Permanent Public Balance.”They offered her the seat.The lifetime vote.The power to ratify or veto every public decision from here forward.Cassian stood in the shadows behind the glass wall.Watching.Aria stepped to the seat.Ran her fingers along its edge.Then looked up.“Do you know what the system feared most?” she asked.The room stilled.She turned in a slow circle.“It wasn’t rebellion. Not collapse. Not even death.”“It feared choice.”She stepped back.H
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Chapter: Chapter 128: Chaos KeptThe file appeared at 03:42 AM.No signature.No demand.Just a single line embedded in its metadata:You never looked behind your own name.Aria woke in a cold sweat.Cassian was still asleep beside her, bare chest rising slow beneath the sheet, one hand curled toward her as if even in sleep he knew the distance mattered.She didn’t wake him.She slid from the bed, padded barefoot to the terminal console embedded in the studio wall.The file loaded silently.A data tree unfolded across the screen branches of her identity fractured into sub-sectors: EDEN registration history, legacy code imprints, bloodline clearance.At first, it looked like a glitch.Then she saw it.A restricted lineage marker sealed under her maternal records. Accessed only once, twenty-two years ago.The date of her first silencing.She tapped the encryption field. It flickered.Unlocked.The screen blinked once.And then, clean across the top line of her birth archive, the words appeared:BIOFATHER: LYRA GRANT.S
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Chapter: Chapter 127: A New CovenantThe council chamber was no longer underground.After the collapse, they’d rebuilt it in the glass atrium above the city the highest point in the sector, where no secrets could be buried and nothing could be hidden.Aria walked in alone.No escort.No advisors.Just skin and silk and intent.Cassian waited near the east arch, eyes tracking her every step. He wasn’t here as muscle. He wasn’t here as lover. He was here because she chose him to witness.Aria reached the podium.She didn’t stand behind it.She stepped in front.Microphones buzzed. Screens flickered. Every citizen had access to the broadcast.She didn’t clear her throat.She simply said:“I will not lead you.”Silence cracked through the chamber.“I will not offer structure.”“I will not hold your hand through grief, or hope, or history.”She looked directly into the camera now.“But I will give you what Eden never did.”Her hand lifted a slate. Thin. Matte black.No system logo.Just three words burned into the surface:No
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Chapter: Chapter 126: CommitmentThe gallery was hidden below the old spine of the city four floors beneath the transit line, where Eden once stored biometric renderings of high-risk emotional deviants.Now, it held art.Not pretty things.Wounds.Cassian walked in first, jacket abandoned, shirt open, jaw still bruised from a prior riot no one spoke about. Aria followed, barefoot, hair unbound, dress a simple slip of crimson silk. She carried nothing.They didn’t speak.They didn’t need to.The room knew who they were.Projections flickered across the broken-glass floor images pulled from the archive Cassian nearly burned. Not propaganda. Not edits.Truth.Aria, age nineteen, trembling on a hospital gurney after her first emotional suppression.Cassian, twenty-two, staring at a wall as his brother was dragged from his father’s home in silence.Moments no one was supposed to see.Aria stepped onto the glass.The image beneath her feet shifted her own face, backlit by data haze, eyes red with unshed memory.Cassian joi
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Chapter: Chapter 125: Phoenix MomentThe ceremony was her idea.No council vote.No formal decree.Just a private time, leaked publicly. A location posted without fanfare.And still thousands came.They stood at the edge of the river where Eden’s emotional override towers once rose like teeth from the shore. Now they were gone. The stone path remained cracked, overgrown, but walkable.Cassian watched from the crowd as Aria emerged, draped in charcoal silk, no jewelry, no podium.She walked alone.And carried only one thing:A bundle of ashes wrapped in stained linen.Nova stood to her left.Ivo to her right.But it was Aria who stepped forward.And knelt.She opened the cloth.Revealing Reza’s ashes.Nova’s sister.The voice Eden tried to erase completely.Aria didn’t speak right away. She ran her fingers through the ash like it might remember her skin.Then she lifted her chin.And faced the crowd.“Not everyone who was silenced got to scream,” she said, voice steady.She reached into the cloth again.“Not everyone who
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Tangled In Velvet
Isolde Wrenleigh once had a promising future until an injury destroyed her ballet career and her half-sister, Vivienne, vanished under mysterious circumstances. Now, disguised under a false identity, Isolde infiltrates Velvet, a hidden elite club in Manhattan known for secrecy, seduction, and unspoken power.
What she doesn’t expect is Dorian Blackthorn.
A tech billionaire with a haunted past, Dorian secretly owns Velvet and controls everything within its walls. He lives by one rule: never get emotionally involved. But Isolde challenges that rule from the moment she enters curious, defiant, and hiding something even he can’t decode.
Drawn to each other in spite of the lies, their connection ignites into a dangerous, all-consuming romance. Dorian offers her pleasure, protection, and dominance but Isolde has come for answers, not affection. And the deeper she digs, the more Velvet’s polished façade begins to crack.
Behind the scenes, a darker operation is in motion missing women, encrypted files, and a conspiracy that reaches from club patrons to global power players. As enemies close in and betrayals shatter what little trust they’ve built, Isolde and Dorian must decide who to protect, what to sacrifice, and whether love is worth risking everything.
Tangled in Velvet is a high-octane, emotionally raw romance filled with explosive passion, unexpected twists, and secrets that could destroy them both. In a world where control is currency and trust is a weapon, love is the most dangerous gamble of all.
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Chapter: Chapter 103 – The Architect’s MirrorThe passage behind the throne dais was narrower than it looked. Silent-footed guards escorted Isolde down a hall that pulsed with red light and no electricity, just lanterns glowing from within cut crystal sconces, casting slow-turning shadows like flame inside glass.No one spoke.At the end, a black door awaited. Lacquered. Marked only with a single letter etched in ivory:IOne of the guards pressed a thumb to a hidden panel. The door clicked open.They gestured her through. Alone.Isolde stepped inside.The room beyond was circular, with mirrored walls and velvet-lined flooring. A single high-backed chair sat in the center, facing a wide standing mirror bordered in gold.She froze.She’d seen this before.Vivienne had described it. A training room. A chamber of image manipulation, posture correction, obedience drills masked as choreography.But this wasn’t a replica.It was familiar because it had been hers.Photos lined the corners of the mirror. Still frames from Velvet’s survei
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Chapter: Chapter 102 – The Violet CipherThe letter was folded on the table, flattened by a half-full teacup.Isolde traced the signature again: just V the same one from the ribbon diaries in Velvet’s Archive. Her sister’s true voice. Not the laughing girl on camera. Not the club darling. Just a survivor writing from a place she hadn’t yet escaped.Penelope spoke softly. “The cipher’s not numeric. It’s literary.”Isolde looked up. “Go on.”“See this line here?” Penelope pointed to the phrase “girls forget what hurts if you rename it.” “It’s lifted almost word-for-word from a novel: The Garden of Violets.”Dorian leaned in. “Never heard of it.”“You wouldn’t have,” Penelope said. “It was private print only. Circulated inside elite salons. All female authors, all anonymous. Velvet kept it behind the bar like a token of taste.”“So it’s a codebook,” Isolde said. “Cultural encryption.”“Exactly.” Penelope lifted her laptop and typed fast, fingers gliding. “And there’s more. Vivienne mentioned Violette by name, not a place, not a
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Chapter: Chapter 101 – Scorched SilkThe world didn’t end with a bang.It ended with a list.A spreadsheet dropped at 3:07 a.m. Eastern Standard Time to over fifty global journalists, four advocacy networks, and two hacktivist cells. No preamble. No watermark. Just three words in the subject line:WE REMEMBER EVERYTHING.Within hours, the Red List went viral.Names. Codes. Transactions. Video stills.Politicians. Producers. Oil barons. Royal liaisons.And buried deep in a folder labeled Unprocessed Clients a series of reference files from Velvet’s private server, each stamped with the club’s sigil: a velvet poker chip bleeding down the center.But Dorian Blackthorn didn’t see any of it live.He saw the aftermath.From a high, wood-paneled cabin tucked into a cliffside thirty miles north of Manhattan, he stood at the window with one hand braced against the cold glass, eyes narrowed at the flat-screen news feed in the corner.Behind him, Isolde was curled on the leather couch, barefoot, hair damp, wearing one of his old bl
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Chapter: Chapter 100 – The Real FaceThe fire made page five.Not page one.Not breaking news.Just a clipped headline in the lower fold of a Wednesday edition, printed in stiff black ink:“Minor Containment Breach in Federal Evidence Facility, Lower Manhattan.”No injuries.No suspects.No comment.The rest was all deflection “chemical storage misfiled,” “insufficient sprinkler pressure,” “minor loss of archived judicial material.”But the facility’s interior blueprints were never released. And no security tapes ever surfaced.Because there were no backups.Because everything burned.Isolde sat on the windowsill of Penelope’s temporary apartment high above the skyline, watching gray tendrils of smoke still curl faintly on the horizon. She wore an old sweater of Dorian’s. No makeup. Hair tied back. Her laptop glowed on the table behind her, untouched.“I thought I’d feel more,” she said quietly.Dorian was pouring coffee behind her. “You feel more than anyone I’ve ever known. You just don’t waste it on what’s already dea
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Chapter: Chapter 99 – The Mirror RoomThe elevator ride down felt like descending into a crypt.It was a freight lift with no buttons, only a key override. Penelope stood beside Isolde, a burner tablet clutched under one arm. Dorian was already tense, his body positioned between her and the lift doors, eyes tracking every flicker of light above them.“Brooklyn?” he asked, low.Penelope nodded. “Technically Red Hook. No signage. No public record after 2013. But this place processed Velvet’s biometric log-ins for five years before it ‘burned’ everything.”“You think that message came from here?” Isolde asked.Penelope gave her a sharp look. “I don’t think so. I know.”The lift hit bottom with a mechanical sigh.The doors opened.And cold air hit them like a slap.The facility was dark except for emergency strips that glowed along the floor. Concrete walls. Rows of thick server columns stretched out ahead of them, humming faintly not loud enough to suggest full processing, but definitely not powered down.Dorian stepped forw
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Chapter: Chapter 98 – The Name She Didn’t Write DownIt was nearly 2 a.m.The city glowed below them in fractured reflections neon bleeding across wet glass. Penelope was passed out on the couch, laptop still open. The Velvet Unmasked stream had gone viral. Six news outlets. Three subpoenas. One foundation froze.But Isolde couldn’t sleep.She stood barefoot at Dorian’s office window, arms wrapped around herself. A soft breeze drifted from the open pane, carrying the scent of distant rain and burnt electricity.Behind her, Dorian worked at a second terminal, the secured drive from the Archive deep-searching background logs Vivienne couldn’t access herself.A flicker.A line of data unspooled.Then it stopped.He froze.“Isolde,” he said quietly. “Come here.”She padded over.On screen: a series of user IDs. Most were anonymous. But one caught her attention not because of the name. Because of the alias.Archivist.A0The very first.She swallowed. “Vivienne never mentioned that version.”“No,” Dorian murmured. “Because it predates her.”H
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