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“Babe…” Elena said softly, her voice trembling just a little.Raphael looked up from the bed, concern flickering in his brown eyes. “Babe, what’s going on?”“Nothing,” she replied too quickly. “I just… I watched a scary video on my phone. It really freaked me out. That’s why my phone fell.”For a second, Raphael just stared — then burst into laughter. “So, you got scared?”Elena frowned and crossed her arms. “Really? You’re laughing at me?”“You’re too cute when you panic,” he teased, reaching for her hand.She pulled away. “You’re not serious,” she muttered under her breath and got up from the bed. Her feet padded softly against the floor as she walked straight into the bathroom. She closed the door behind her, pressing her back against it, breathing heavily.“Oh my God,” she whispered to herself. “That was so close… Raphael almost caught me.”Her heart thumped wildly. The phone had almost betrayed her — not because of a video, but because of the message she’d received. Scarlett’s mes

The neon sign of Club Vixen glowed against the night sky, painting the wet pavement in shades of red and gold. Elena stood outside for a long moment, her heart pounding faster than it should. She wasn’t supposed to be here. Not tonight. Not when her fiancé was waiting for her.But something stronger than reason had drawn her back — that woman. The one with the cold eyes and dangerous calm. Scarlett Voss.Elena took a deep breath and stepped inside.Music thundered through the air, low and heavy. The scent of perfume and whiskey mixed together. The lights shifted across the crowd, flashing over faces she didn’t recognize — but none of them were the one she came for. Her pulse raced as she looked around, scanning every shadowed corner of the club.And then she saw her.Scarlett sat at her private table near the back, surrounded by her bodyguards. She looked powerful — a black tailored suit hugging her frame, short dark hair slicked back, eyes cool as ice. Every movement she made drew at

Elena opened the front door quietly, not expecting anyone to be there. But as soon as she stepped inside, she froze.“Hi, babe,” Raphael said from the living room, smiling warmly.Her heart jumped. “Raphael! You’re home already?” she said in surprise, trying to sound calm. “You didn’t tell me you were coming back today.”He walked toward her, that gentle, familiar smile still on his face. “I know,” he said softly. “I wanted to surprise you, my darling.”He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her forehead. His touch was warm, comforting — and yet, Elena felt her chest tighten.“You should’ve told me,” she said, forcing a laugh. “I would’ve cooked your favorite meal.”“Don’t worry about it,” he said. “It’s fine, babe. I’m just happy to be home with you.”Elena smiled, but inside, her thoughts were racing.Why was her heart beating so fast? Why did she feel guilty?Raphael never came home without telling her. He always called first. Always planned ahead. This — this surprise visit — f

Morning light poured through Scarlett’s office windows, but she didn’t look at it. She sat behind her desk, fingers tapping slowly on polished wood. Her assistant entered quietly, carrying a folder.“Miss Voss, the information you asked for.”Scarlett lifted her gaze — sharp, calm, dangerous. “Put it down.”The assistant placed the file carefully on the desk and stepped back, waiting. Scarlett opened it. Inside were photos — Elena Russo, smiling beside her fiancé Raphael, another picture of her at a charity event, one at her workplace. Notes about her address, her parents, her education. Everything.“Engaged to Raphael DeLuca,” Scarlett read aloud. “Architect. Stable job. No criminal ties.”Her lips curved slightly. “How boring.”“Should I dig deeper?” the assistant asked.Scarlett closed the folder. “No. I’ll handle the rest myself.”When the assistant left, Scarlett leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs. Her eyes lingered on Elena’s photo — that soft expression, those unsure e

Elena returned home and collapsed onto her bed, staring at the ceiling. Her phone began to ring — it was her fiancé, Raphael.“Hey, babe. Are you home now?” he asked warmly.“Yes,” Elena replied softly, trying to sound cheerful.She hesitated before saying, “I’ve been thinking… I want our wedding to take place in the garden, at the old mill.”Raphael paused. “Okay, babe. Whatever you want. Call the event planner in the morning, alright? I need some sleep.”“I love you,” Elena said.“Love you too,” he replied before hanging up.Elena set her phone aside and sighed deeply. She couldn’t stop thinking — about her life, about Raphael, and about the woman she met at the club.---Across town, Scarlett woke in her lavish mansion. She stretched, brushed her teeth, and studied herself in the mirror — the powerful Mafia Queen looking back. After breakfast she suddenly remembered she wasn’t alone.The woman from last night — Jasmine — was still asleep in her bed. Scarlett walked back just as Jas

Their handshake lingered longer than it should have. Neither of them looked away.After a few seconds, Scarlett pulled back and said, “I need some fresh air.”Elena nodded quickly. “Mind if I join you?”“Sure,” Scarlett replied.The two women walked out of the bathroom and headed to the back of the club. The cool night air brushed against their skin as they stood outside — quiet, close, and uncertain.Scarlett leaned against the wall and pulled out a cigarette. She lit it, the flame briefly lighting up her face. Elena stood beside her, unsure of what to say.Scarlett took a slow drag and exhaled. “You shouldn’t be here with me,” she said softly. “I’m dangerous.”Elena felt a chill run down her spine. The way Scarlett said it — calm, serious — made her heart race.Scarlett noticed and gave a small laugh. “Are you scared?”Elena shook her head quickly. “No.”Scarlett’s eyes dropped to Elena’s hand. “What’s that?” she asked, nodding at the ring.Elena looked down. “Oh… my engagement ring