Lady Empress の小説

Lola’s POVDamien Salvatore. If I guessed right, he was the heir of DeLuca.That name wasn’t just a name, but instead, a warning, a curse, a death sentence whispered in every dark corner of Italy. Men twice his age lowered their eyes at the mention of him. Women called him the Devil in Armani. Cold-blooded, ruthless and untouchable.He wasn't just a business man neither was he just a mafia. A man who ruled boardrooms by day and painted the streets red by night.And now, I was standing right in front of him.The same man no one ever prayed to meet.What the hell could he possibly want with me? Did Dad owe him too?My throat went dry at the thought. Fear crawled through my veins as I went on my knees.“Please,” I whispered, forehead touching the cold floor. “We’ll pay you. I swear we’ll pay. Just give us time. Please don’t hurt us.”Silence.A silence so heavy it pressed down on my chest.Then he spoke. Smooth, low, and laced with mockery.“Who said you owe me?”My head snapped up. “Th

He sighed and turned away. Only when his footsteps faded did I let out the breath I had been holding. My chest heaved, my palms looking damp.Where was he headed? Curiosity kicked in as I furrowed my brows, slowly tailing behind him.The basement.The same one that had always been forbidden to me since childhood.He’d said it countless times, a girl like me didn’t deserve to be born into the mafia world. So that door was always off-limits. And because he was 'Dad', and always a good man in my heart, I never questioned it. I was his little princess, spoiled with money, wrapped in protection. But as the heavy iron door shut behind him, fingerprint and a code known to only him sealing it, a thought I never had before struck me. What could be in there?I stood frozen, staring and guessing, until reality snapped me back. He didn’t know I was home. If he came back and found me near the basement, I would answer questions I wasn't ready for.I bolted upstairs, changed quickly, grabbed my pho

Lola’s POVI froze.Sheets tangled on the bed.The air heavy with sweat and shameless moans. Liam.The man I stripped for. The man I thought was fighting for his life... wasn’t dying in pain. He was inside another woman. Pounding her from behind, one hand gripping her hair, while he groaned like every thrust was heaven.He didn’t even notice me standing.My chest felt like someone had reached inside and ripped everything out with bare hands.“Liam…” I whispered, but it came out broken, raw and trembling.The next second, he pulled out, shoved the girl aside, and climbed down from the bed.He wasn’t shocked or looked guilty.His eyes were cold, empty, cruel and irritated like I was some rotten garbage thrown at his doorstep. A wave of dizziness washed over me and I had to grip the doorframe to stop my body from collapsing.Maybe I wasn't seeing properly. I tried to convince myself. But the words that came out of him made me sober out of delusion like I was doused with a bucket of col

Lola's POV “A whore?” is that what the daughter of a fallen mafia millionaire is called? A girl who went from luxury to stripping under neon lights just to survive?I arched a brow, hips swaying as I walked toward the club’s entrance. The lights flashed wild colors. Blinding, beautiful and daring me to step in.My phone buzzed. Ava. I smiled as I answered.“Hey.”“Girl, where are you? Frank’s driving me over. Are you really going to do this?” Her voice came through the phone, half-worried, half-disbelieving.“I’m already inside. Meet me there.” I hung up before she could talk me out of it. My mind was set.The doors swung open and heads turned. Slowly, I shrugged off my long jacket, revealing the black lace beneath. Bra clinging, g-string cutting sharp lines against my skin and a tiny veil covering half of my face.Eyes followed me, hungrily like predators eyeing a prey.I tossed the jacket at a dude sitting in the corner. He caught it, clearly startled, as I bit