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Azaeres—a name that signed the warrant to wipe out my entire family. Yet, there’s one under my roof. Sacrifices must be made for the greater good. I’ve been looking for a crack to get through, and this is the perfect time. I can’t let it go because I can’t stand them.My men have been surveilling the Azaeres family for two years. From secretly tailing Edgard everywhere he goes, wire-tapping his cars, and setting a spy on the compound. We even mapped the back gate routine—it opens without fail at 12 midnight. Yet, plans to get vital information for my revenge proved futile. Edgard Azaeres is one son of a bitch, but he’s good at what he does. I must give him that.I thought it would take months to acquire the leverage I needed. Then his treacherous daughter made life easy. Xena Azaeres, the ruthless one. Edgard’s right hand. Fears no one and signs deals with the mafias in Edgard’s absence. That’s how much he trusts her. The perfect candidate for an alliance, but one that cannot be trus

"Have a seat", he gestures to the couch in the middle of the office.I walk with confidence, but my insides crumble. I've never felt this intimidated.Don't get me wrong. I've met a lot of Mafia Lords growing up because of my dad, but this level of intimidation is new to me. There are Mafia Lords who are just all talk when they find out about my family.This man, sitting comfortably in his chair, isn't one of them. He could put a bullet in my head and not blink.I sit.His gaze follows my every move. Unsettling.After a few minutes, he finally stands. His height is unbelievable. Now the intimidation feels overwhelming. He walks over and sits across from me.I catch a wisp of his cologne—a woody and minty smell, subtle yet projects perfectly. He smells heavenly.Hazel-green eyes, prominent nose, beautiful lips—a well-structured face with a faded scar at the top of his right eye.Features of an angel. Yet, there's nothing angelic about him. Well, the devil was once an angel. "You're no

When I wake, everything feels different. Feels like yesterday never happened. My life has gone from being organized to having no clue what I have ahead of me.A sharp knock disrupts my thoughts. I grip the blankets tightly to myself, and before I can answer, the door swings wide open, and a heavily built man in all black steps in."I didn't ask you to come in", I exclaim.How could anyone lack simple courtesy? He ignores me and walks straight towards the windows, spreading the curtains wide open. My eyes shut. The light is blinding."Good day—""What time is it?" I cut him off."It's two p.m...", he answers bluntly."It's two?!" I exclaim while standing up too fast, which makes me wobble on my feet. He reaches out to study me."Don't touch me." I hiss. He steps back, keeping a distance between us. How did I sleep through the whole morning? I finally get the time to take in my surroundings. Everything was dark and so out of order yesterday. I'm in a big room decorated with beige color

Azaeres—power, dominance, cruelty, forged in the name of loyalty. A name I can’t wait to get rid of. A name feared by many, but behind closed doors, a lot unravels."I object."I wince, my head shaking, I still can't believe I just heard these words during my wedding ceremony. I turn my head in the direction of the voice, and my worst fears are confirmed.A voice I can recognize anywhere—Xena, my stepsister."I am two weeks pregnant with Damien." Audible gasps fill the hall.My stomach tightens, my body tenses, while she walks towards the aisle. Goosebumps spread across my body. This can't be happening right now."What?" I stammer when she reaches the aisle."You heard me right," she smirks."Damien?"I turn my focus towards him, hoping for an explanation, but he avoids my gaze. He needs to speak up, fight for our love, and deny this, but he doesn’t. My chest tightens, my hands feel clammy, and anxiety almost gets the best of me."Damien—""It's not our fault that you took after your