Nobela ni Queen Medusa

**ANGELA’S POV**Time moved like quicksand, slipping through my fingers faster than I could grasp it.It took every ounce of willpower to pull Katie out of the questions she still wanted to ask. If we ever met again, I would answer everything. Right now I had to get back to the mansion before my absence became impossible to hide. The sickening certainty that it might already be too late twisted my stomach into knots.I shoved the dark thoughts aside and hurried down the deep-red corridors. A cold tingle raced along my spine, raising the fine hairs on my arms.*You robbed a mob boss. You stole his money. He has killed for far less.*I swallowed hard. There was no turning back. If he decided to dump my body at the bottom of the sea, at least I would know it had been for a good reason.Hanzo was vicious when angry. This would make him furious.I rounded a corner too quickly and collided hard with someone solid. The man grunted at the impact. Two figures stood near the exit, and I had sla

ANGELA’S POVTwo polished black loafers caught the thin moonlight spilling through the large window. The soft tap of soles against the thick carpet made my heart slam against my ribs.I held my breath and pressed myself deeper into the shadows beneath the desk, wishing I could simply disappear into the wood.“I know you’re here.” The accent-rich voice was calm and cold. “Come out.”There was no mistaking the threat beneath the words. If I revealed myself, I was finished. No one would care why I had broken into Hanzo’s office. The fact that I was inside would be more than enough to behead me. Being the boss’s current favorite would not save me—not from men who answered only to fear and money.Think! Damn it,Angela, Think!“Show yourself!” The owner of the expensive shoes grew more agitated with every second. He was moving closer to the desk.What if he has a gun? I’ll be dead before I can explain anything.I sucked in a sharp breath. There was only one option left. He was seconds awa

ANGELA’S POVThings had shifted since the night we spent tangled under the covers—subtly, but undeniably. Hanzo had made it his personal mission to keep me in bed until I recovered fully. More often than not that meant he stayed in the bed with me.When we were alone, the mask of the ruthless leader slipped. Each day revealed another fragment of the man beneath: empathy, unexpected kindness, even a quiet sort of integrity. I told him about my love of dance. He taught me to play chess. We joked and laughed like two ordinary people. Whatever small thing I asked for, he saw that it was done.It still wasn’t enough to make me forget. Or forgive.The darker side of him remained—strong, dominant, always present just beneath the surface. I saw it flicker in his eyes whenever the kindness threatened to take over. He never conducted business in front of me, yet every time he returned late with bruised knuckles and a suit stained dark red, the reminder was brutal and clear.He was still a mon

ANGELA’S POVWhen my eyes opened the next morning, the sheets beside me were cold. Only the lingering trace of his masculine scent remained on the pillow I had unconsciously pulled against my chest.Harsh sunlight cut through the gaps in the curtains, bright and unforgiving. I groaned and rolled over carefully. My shoulder throbbed with a deep, steady ache—almost as sharp as the realization that I had willingly let Hanzo between my legs the night before. And that I had enjoyed it.God.I pressed my face into the pillow. It had been a moment of pure weakness. He had been vulnerable, drunk, and unfairly handsome—disheveled hair, open shirt, those rare softer grey eyes. He had gotten under my skin completely.He had been so gentle, nothing like the ruthless mob boss I knew. Apparently that had been all it took for me to give in.I wanted to scream.In a single night the man who had ruined my life had somehow charmed me into sleeping with him. Literally.I glanced at the empty space next

ANGELA’S POVThe kiss stole the air from my lungs—deep, a little unsteady, and completely consuming.I didn’t care.His tongue explored my mouth with hungry intensity, and the flutter low in my stomach only grew stronger. My arms wound around his broad shoulders, fingers sliding into the thick, slightly longer strands of his hair. The wild look suited him.He was the first to pull back, breathing hard.“You’re hurt,” he rasped. Scalding heat burned in his eyes—desire, want, need—and underneath it all, clear concern.This was the moment I could have stopped everything, claimed it was only the medication and the whiskey talking. I didn’t.“I’ll be fine,” I whispered.That was all the permission he needed.We had been intimate before—the night I sold him my virginity had been cold, transactional, almost clinical. This was different. His touch was careful, almost feather-light, as if he feared breaking me.His large hand traced from my cheek down the side of my neck, carefully avoiding th

ANGELA’S POVPain is merciless. It can break even the strongest will, searing through the body like a storm that sweeps away every clear thought and turns everything good against you. It makes you beg for the feeling to stop.My eyes opened to a white ceiling and the distant crackle of a fire. Soft orange light flickered at the edge of my vision. I had been drifting in and out of consciousness for what felt like an eternity.The first time I surfaced, I was in a car, laid across the back seat with my head cradled against a warm, solid chest. The second time was a blur of blinding white lights and unfamiliar voices. I remembered being rushed somewhere, a man in a medical mask leaning over me. Now, for the third time, the panic and noise were gone. Only the quiet sound of the fire remained.My mouth was dry. My body felt stiff and heavy.“What happened?” The words scraped past my chapped lips in a rough whisper. I wasn’t certain anyone was even in the room to hear them.Then came the sh

EVE’S POVIt had been two months since everything changed. The chaos, the heartbreak, the revelations—they were now all behind us. Kelvin had been sentenced to life imprisonment without the possibility of parole. Morgana had packed up her life and relocated to the States, disappearing into the shadows of her own guilt and shame.Hamilton? He had surprisingly moved on. Over the past weeks, he and Priscilla had grown closer—so close that the city now referred to them as a couple. I wasn’t shocked. Priscilla had always admired him from afar, and Hamilton, perhaps in his own quiet way, had needed someone gentle to mend his broken pieces.As for me and Felix, our story had finally found a label. We were officially together—and not just to ourselves. Our relationship was now public knowledge. The media buzzed with our photos, friends cheered, and even Daniel gave us his rare approval.Today, I was visiting my mother at her new family home—a sleek, serene duplex in a calm neighborhood nestl

EVE’S POVThe elevator doors slid open with a soft ding, and as Felix and I stepped out onto the executive floor, a wave of tension hit the air like a wall. At the far end of the hallway, Kelvin and Morgana stood waiting. As soon as their eyes met mine, that same sinister smirk spread across their faces like a slow venom.“Well, well, well…” Kelvin’s voice cut through the thick silence like a blade. “Who do we have here? The hero and his little victim.” He let out a snide chuckle and turned to Felix mockingly. “Hey, Mr. Tough Guy. Weren’t you all puffed up yesterday? What happened? Scared I’ll leak your girl’s nudes and let the world see what you’re banging behind closed doors?”He and Morgana burst into cruel laughter.Felix lunged forward instinctively, rage surging in his eyes, but I grabbed his arm and stopped him. “Not now,” I whispered.Releasing my grip on his hand, I walked forward slowly—heels clicking across the marble floor like the ticking of a time bomb. Kelvin stood t

**EVE’S POV**“Are you expecting someone?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at Felix as I stood by the living room entrance.He gave a small nod. “Yeah. Can you get the door?”Without a word, I walked to the door and twisted the knob open.“Hi—”The rest of my greeting froze in my throat the moment my eyes met hers.I blinked. Once. Twice.“Mary?”She gave a small, uneasy wave. “Hey, Eve.”The world around me slowed. I closed my eyes and opened them again, hoping she was a trick of the light, a ghost from the past. But she remained—real, standing in flesh and blood in front of me.“What… What the hell is happening here?” I turned sharply to Felix, who simply shrugged like this was some casual reunion.“Let her in,” he said calmly. “I’ll explain everything.”The next ten minutes felt like a therapy session turned interrogation. Felix laid everything bare—how he met Mary by chance, how they got talking, how she confessed to knowing Kelvin’s secrets… and her part in it.The moment the truth s

**FELIX’S POV**I shoved Kelvin roughly to the floor, my chest heaving as rage clouded my judgment. My fists clenched at my sides as I turned to face Morgana.“You knew,” I growled. “You fucking knew about this, didn’t you?”She flinched slightly at my tone, but the arrogance on her face didn’t waver.“Hamilton was right. You’ve always had something sick up your sleeve. Blackmailing Eve with her past? How low can you get, Morgana? What the hell happened to you?”Morgana straightened her posture and gave a bitter chuckle. “She shouldn’t have come here and stolen my spotlight. I’ve always been the star—until she showed up and everyone suddenly forgot I exist.”“Shut the fuck up!” I roared and, without a second thought, slapped her across the face. The sound cracked through the room like a gunshot.Everyone froze.“You think this is about the spotlight?” I snapped, breathing hard. “Eve was in a relationship. A real one. Sure, it got intimate, but that asshole over there—” I pointed at

**FELIX’S POV**“Make sure you text me when you’re done, Eve. Don’t disappear on me again.”She smiled faintly, already stepping into one of my cars. “I won’t. I promise.”I sighed and reluctantly unwrapped my arms from her waist. She slid into the back seat and shut the door gently.I leaned on the window and turned to the driver. “Drive her safely,” I said with quiet seriousness. He nodded in understanding, started the engine, and pulled away.I watched until the car disappeared around the corner.The second I stepped back inside, I pulled out my phone and dialed the number from the message.It rang… once… twice…Finally, a voice answered, sharp and annoyed. “And who is this?”I rolled my eyes. “This is Felix. You messaged me? Said you had something to tell me about Eve and Kelvin? What was that about?”“Slow down, tiger. I don’t just hand out information for free,” she replied smoothly. “You’re gonna have to pay me.”I scoffed. “Seriously?”“Dead serious.”“How do I know you’re n

EVE’S POV “Felix, slow down!” I called, nearly jogging to keep up.He suddenly stopped, yanked his hand away from mine, and turned on me.His chest rose and fell rapidly. One hand raked through his hair in frustration before he looked at me—and for a split second, I genuinely flinched.His eyes. They weren’t just angry.They were hurt.“Why, Eve?”I blinked. “I don’t understand—”“Why didn’t you tell me?!” His voice cracked. “Why didn’t you say anything about what Morgana did to you? About how Kelvin treated you?! You let them humiliate you—and you just took it!”I opened my mouth, but he wasn’t finished.“And what’s worse—worse, Eve—is that you actually responded when he sent you to get him coffee. Like you were… his servant or something!”“Felix, I just thought—”“That it would be nice?!” His tone cut sharp. “That’s bullshit, Eve. That wasn’t kindness. That was submission. And that’s not you. That’s not the woman I—”He stopped himself, jaw tightening.“If Priscilla hadn’t told me,