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Roman’s POV“ Ебать.” I muttered, striding down the hallway towards the study. (“Fuck.”)How could this happen now of all times? I wasn't ready to take over the empire and now I had the weight of the entire empire resting on my shoulders. I slammed the door shut behind me as I walked into the study. The desk before me was covered in files, reports, and ledgers, each one screaming for attention. Men had been waiting for my return. Meetings had been postponed, decisions left hanging, alliances trembling in the wind. The death of the head always left cracks, and cracks invited vultures.And that head who died was my father. As much as I hated to admit it, now I was head. Whether I wanted the title or not.The morning light streamed through tall windows, falling across the oak table where Sergei, my father’s long-time assistant, laid out documents in careful stacks. He was older, graying at the temples, his face lined with decades of service. He had been there through wars, betrayals, v

Anya’s POVThe words still echoed in my skull long after Roman shut the car door.Viktor is dead.I couldn’t bring myself to move. My body felt like lead, heavy and useless, as the air thinned around me. My chest refused to expand. My ears rang.Dead.No, not Viktor. My brother would never be dead. He promised he'll always be there for me so there's no way he would die. The passenger door swung open again. Roman’s build filled the door space, his dark coat flaring in the cold wind. His hand gripped my arm before I could protest, pulling me out of the seat like I weighed nothing.“Walk,” he ordered, voice sharp, cutting through the roar of the tarmac. It was obvious he didn't have time for protest, but my knees buckled beneath me, but his hold kept me upright as he guided me toward the waiting jet. “No,” I whispered, shaking my head, tears stinging my eyes. “Please, just tell me it isn’t true. Tell me…”Roman stopped at the bottom of the stairs, turning me to face him. His hands grip

Anya’s POV“Zatknisʹ, suka, poshla s nami!”(“Shut up, bitch, and come with us!”)The words froze me, harsh and jagged, dripping with something primal that didn’t belong in this place. His grip tightened on my wrist until pain shot up my arm.My body screamed at me to fight, but the shock made me numb. The crowd pulled back, giving the scene space like it was a spectacle. No one moved to help. Not the bartender. Not the regulars who always flirted with me for attention. Not even Cassandra, who had slipped away the second the first glass fell.Cowards.The second man stepped forward, lips curling into a smirk. He looked me up and down like I was a prize he’d already won. “Khoroshaya devochka…” he muttered.(“Good little girl…”)A sick chill traveled down my spine.I opened my mouth to scream…And then, suddenly, the man holding me jerked back like he’d been hit by something hard. His body slammed into a table, sending bottles smashing to the floor with sounds ringing directly into my e

Anya's POVThe sharp ringing of my phone echoed through the small apartment, disrupting the quiet which was in the room. I dropped the mascara wand I was holding and reached across the cluttered vanity table to grab it. “Hello?” I pressed the phone to my ear, balancing it between my cheek and shoulder as I leaned closer to the mirror. I didn't bother looking at who it was. I knew who it was already. There was a pause before my brother's voice finally came. “You're going to the bar again tonight?”“Good evening to you too,” I said, painting the last coat of mascara over my lashes. “Yes. I'm going. Don't start. Don't even think about it.” A sigh escaped softly into my ear from the other side. I could picture him pinching the bridge of his nose like he always did when I annoyed him. “You don’t need that job. I told you I’ll handle everything. Rent, bills, whatever you need…”“Yeah, I know,” I interrupted softly. “But I like it. It’s not about the money.”“It’s not safe.”That made me

The Conte estate stood tall under the moonlight, casting long shadows across the marble steps and tall hedges that lined the compound. Raffaele’s personal building was quiet from the outside, as usual. Inside his private office, Raffaele leaned back on the dark leather of his chair, arms crossed, legs relaxed, his mind sifting through the information being laid out before him.Silvio stood near the edge of the desk, his fingers loosely interlocked behind his back. “They traced the faulty wire transfers from the Eastern connection to a small laundering spot in Prague. Our men in the field are trying to locate the original handler, but nothing seems to be wrong with the entire pack. No quality issues. The shipment weight was normal. That means it was legit but they opened fire, a crime.”Raffaele didn’t flinch. His dark gaze remained focused on the flame in the fireplace beside them. The quiet crackle was the only thing echoing in the still air between them.He gave a small nod. “Go o

The underground gambling den smelled of cigar smoke and old money, humming with the sound of shuffled cards, clinking chips, and muffled curses. Viviana descended the concrete steps without hesitation, heels clicking against the cold floor. She was dressed in sleek black leather pants that hugged her curves like a second skin, paired with a crimson satin blouse tucked in just right, its buttons teasingly open near her collarbone. Her dark hair was pulled into a sleek ponytail, green eyes sharp, confident, and hungry.Heads turned as she walked through the corridor lined with heavy security. Everyone knew her name, down here. They knew she was feared, but only a few knew to what extent. She didn’t pause to speak or exchange greetings. She walked straight toward a corner table, set under a fancy chandelier. The light flickered slightly over the faces of four men seated around the green felt. Each of them had been involved in the recent deal she had set with Raffaele and the Eastern Eur

Raffaele sat behind his desk, going through a few paperwork. A knock came from the door before it was pushed open, Giovanni stepping in. “We're leaving, Don. I have my doubts about these people. This is our first deal and they're–” “Just carry it out, Giovanni. Make sure it is legit. Then we can deal with things later. I don't want the money sitting pretty.” Raffaele cut him off, staring straight at him to show he was serious. Withing questioning further, Giovanni gave a slight bow before stepping out, heading towards his men. Giovanni and his mem– Vito, Lorenzo, Matteo and Aldo– leaded into two black SUVs, armed and ready to move. The convoy made its way through the winding roads out of the Conte estate, passing vineyards, olive groves, and eventually, industrial districts, far from the usual beautiful sights. Their destination was an abandoned factory in the outskirts of Verona—a place the Eastern European dealer had chosen for the exchange. The decision hadn’t sat well with Giov

The granite beneath Viviana's feet crunched as she stepped out of the black luxury car. The huge building before her did nothing to cover her from the morning sun but a guard rushed over with an umbrella. She hadn't been to the Matriarch's building since the night they arrived and she wondered how she lived on a daily basis. Not like she was dying to know. The house was not as expansive as the one she lived in with Raffaele, but it had its own unique touch of modernity and traditionality. Viviana adjusted the leather belt cinching her waist, the buckle catching the light. Her fitted black trousers hugged her curves, paired with a silk emerald blouse tucked neatly. She had silver jewelry on her wrist and neck. Not really her usual style but at least she had to look good for an impromptu call. The doors opened before they could reach it, a maid offering a polite nod as she stepped aside. “The Matriarch is expecting you, Madam Conte.” Viviana stepped inside, shown to the dining area.

The rays of sunlight hit Viviana's room and she finally got out of bed. She had been awake for a while but didn't step out of bed. She hadn't seen Raffaele since the night he killed that man and she heard he arrived just early this morning. “Would you like me to bring your morning cup of coffee, madam?” Her attending maid asked, her head slightly bowed. Viviana paused the clothes she had got into the dressing room to start sorting, turning to look at the woman, who would be in her early fifties max, standing at the doorway. Since she arrived here, the woman had always been around her. “Didn't I tell Raffaele I needed an alone time? I don't want you flocking around me, Monica.” Viviana pointed out. “It's a direct order from the matriarch, madam. It is a rule to always have your attending maid…” “Then I'll call you when I need you, okay? You can just always stay outside the room. Thank you. I'll get my coffee myself.” Viviana said, giving her a smile as she walked past. Monica rus

“I can't agree to that.” Raffaele said firmly, staring at Viviana who was standing in front of him, totally annoyed. “We're married, there's no way I'd allow you to sleep in a different room from me.” “Why? So we can have a wedding night? We already had that last night.” She pointed out, reminding him about the one night stand they had just the previous night. A lot of information has been stored in their whole day, it felt like it's been days. “Besides, I did request for my freedom and you agreed. Are you going back on your words?” “No, that's not it–” She cut him off swiftly, flipping her hair. “Yes you are. And I've had a long day so I'd rather not deal with this right now. I do not hate you. I just want my time alone. If you don't want it, I'll order them to get me a room. I'm a Conte now too, remember?” Raffaele couldn't help but let out a sigh. He didn't know what to say or how to deal with her. He wasn't even sure if he was going to win the argument if he decided to procee

CassyAt this point, I was already feeling weak in the knees and I just could not stay in that position anymore. He noticed how I was moving, searching for comfort and then he raised me up, bringing his mouth towards me slowly. For a moment, I thought he wanted to kiss me, and perhaps from there he was going to satisfy me, but he slowly moved to my ear and whispered."Let's go to bed." He whispered in my ear and that sent shivers down my spine. In my entire years that I had spent with him, I never would have thought that he was a dominant type in matters of sex and everything that had to do with it. Perhaps, it was the reason that made it so easy not to approach me in that way. I gave him a window and it was enough for him to get himself into the building.I didn't know what to do, so I looked away, and then he suddenly held me by the neck. It was unexpected, and I moaned softly. I didn't know why I liked being choked; it intensified my feelings. He lifted me and made me wrap my legs

CassyMy eyes shut as they could no longer stay open. Unconsciousness took over and I couldn't help but give in. Wait, wasn't I just in my room? What was I doing here? I asked. It felt so real, like it was happening in real time. I looked at the whole place in worry and shock at the same time. The room looked exactly like mine and just then, Drake's voice sounded from the bathroom. "What was I doing in his room? How did I get here?" I mumbled. He walked out of the bathroom and stood there watching. I must be dreaming! I heaved a heavy sigh. "So you asked me if I wanted to get intimate with you?" I gasped, unable to recall when I asked him that. I looked at him with a smile, biting my lower lip. I didn't know why it felt right but something kept reminding me that it was not real. He inhaled deeply, walking closer to me slowly and before I could say anything, he inhaled deeply and continued from where he stopped. I only stood there, wordless as he talked. This must be a dream! I muffl

Chapter 18Cassy"I told you that if you need anything, you should let me know immediately." He said in a calm tone and I made a puzzled face. I could not remember the last time he talked to me in that kind of tone. I could feel his gaze on me and for a moment, the only thing that I could think of was what happened in the bathroom a while ago."I didn't want to disturb you, you were probably resting after today's work. It would not be nice if I had called you. But now that I know that you weren't resting, we could go together." I said, hoping that he was going to let go of the topic, but he chuckled slightly, gritting his teeth as if he were thinking of what to say next."For some reason, I don't believe that." I made a scrunching face immediately as he said that. He immediately gestured vaguely and I only waited for him to explain what her meant by what he had said."I don't mean it that way. What I meant was that I think you only said that to vindicate yourself. You were never going

Cassy's POV"Yes! I want to get intimate with you." My eyes went wide open. I had not even recovered from the shock before he drew me closer to him, and for the first time in years, I had a lip caressing my lips. He reached for the helm of my towel and pulled it gently. I stood there completely nude in front of him while his lips were locked with mine. I could not help but kiss him back, sinking my fingers into his hair as I pulled him tighter.I felt his dick hard against my stomach, and I just couldn't wait to play with it. It felt awkward going to reach for his dick myself. As if he were listening to my thoughts, he gently brought my hands off his head and directed them towards his dick. It was as hard as a rock, ready for its intended work. I broke the kiss and looked down slightly to see the bulge in his pants. Damn! I could not wait to hold that in my hands. I stroked it gently, and he groaned lowly, more like he was fighting to stay quiet. That aroused me the most. It gave me a

CassyI sat there in the corner of my car, confused Why was he putting up this act? Was there anything more to it? Was he hiding anything from me? Many questions rang in my head, and I just could not help the anger that built up inside of me. His current attitude towards the issue wasn't helping at all. It got me angrier than I was."You talk like you are trying so hard to impress them. To do what exactly? To make them retain you permanently?" He paused for a while and I had to think about what he had just said. He was right. I had no reason to impress anybody here but there was no way I was going to agree with him on that."And I didn't lie to you about what you were coming here to do. I just didn't tell you what you were coming here to do. It's different. There is a big difference between not telling and lying and I am sure you understand that." I didn't wait for him to finish what he was saying before I interrupted him with a harsh tone."I wasn't expecting you to agree so there i

Drake The day was finally over. I escorted her to the driveway, where the car was parked. The walk was silent except for the thudding sound of our shoes as they collided with the ground. Suddenly, I heard the rapid footsteps approaching behind me. I turned to see who it was and my gaze fell on him. Was he here to get on my nerves again? I asked myself and before I could turn to face Cassy, she had already noticed his presence and was wearing a smile on her face."Should I say thank you or...." She started the conversation and I just stood there, bitter and angry. How could she not see what was going on?"You can say anything, as long as you don't discuss not having lunch with me today." They both laughed and she nodded, looking at me briefly like she wanted to draw the answer from my forehead."I don't want to talk about it either. Overall, I must admit, I anticipated my first day at work to be a lot lonelier but you made it less. It didn't feel like it was my first....." She could n