Chapter: With all my heartChapter 140: With all my heart ETHAN The soft hum of the television filled the living room as I scrolled through my phone absentmindedly. The news anchor’s voice droned on about economic fluctuations, political scandals—nothing that interested me. That was until I heard Smith Cole’s name. I glanced up at the screen. The bold letters at the bottom of the screen made my eyebrows lift. “BREAKING NEWS: BUSINESS TYCOON SMITH COLE FOUND DEAD IN PRISON CELL” I sat up, the remote slipping from my fingers. “According to sources, Smith Cole was found unresponsive in his cell early this morning. While initial reports suggest suicide, investigations are still ongoing.” I grabbed my phone and immediately dialed Greg. He picked up after two rings. “I was wondering how long it’d take you to call.” I didn’t waste time. “Did you hear the news?” Greg chuckled. “I knew the news before the news knew.” I froze. “Damn, don’t tell me you were behind this.” There was a pau
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Chapter: OliviaChapter 139: OliviaMIA A Month Later.Time didn’t erase the grief I felt, but it softened the pain a little. A few months had passed since my dad’s death and Smith Cole’s sentencing, and while the pain still lingered, life had started moving forward. Uncle Greg had stepped up as the CEO of Evans Group, and surprisingly, he was doing a damn good job. It wasn’t just about running the company; it was about maintaining what dad had built. With Marvin by his side, helping in ways none of us had expected, the company was thriving again. His kids, Derrick and Amanda, had finally settled into life in New York. Amanda was adjusting well to her new school, making friends and embracing the city. Derrick became quieter but sharp as ever, and had taken a liking to Marvin. Watching my brother interact with them, laughing and being… normal, gave me hope. Ava moved out of the city after Dad's funeral, she said this city reminded her of him and if she needed to move on, she had to leave.Aunt
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Chapter: CampingChapter 138: CampingETHANThe drive to the cemetery was silent. Mia stared out the window, her fingers playing with the hem of her sweater. I knew she was deep in thought, maybe even trying to find the right words to say when we got there. I reached over, placing my hand over hers. "You don't have to say anything if you don't want to." She exhaled, nodding slightly but didn't look at me. When we arrived, she hesitated before stepping out of the car. The cemetery was quiet, the only sound being the rustling of leaves in the wind. I followed behind her, giving her space as she walked up to her father’s grave. She kneeled, tracing the name on the tombstone with her fingers. "Hi, Dad," she whispered. "It's been a while." I stayed back, leaning against the car, letting her have her moment. She wiped her eyes. "We won, you know. We got him. Smith Cole is going to rot in prison for the rest of his miserable life. Uncle Greg made sure of it." She let out a shaky breath. "But it d
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Chapter: Together, We're strongerChapter 137: Together, We're strongerMIA"Mia, are you okay?" I heard as I woke up with a gasp, cold water dripping down my face. My heart pounded as my vision adjusted, and I saw Sophie kneeling beside me, her face filled with concern. I blinked rapidly, struggling to make sense of what had just happened. The last thing I remembered was seeing Ethan.Ethan, who was supposed to be dead, was standing in that courtroom. My chest tightened. Was I hallucinating? Was I losing my mind? “Thank goodness you're awake, you scared us Mia.” Aunt Cecilia exclaimed.I ignored her, “Wasn't that Ethan? I need to be sure, let's go back to the courtroom.”I struggled to get up and headed back into the courtroom, aunt Cecilia and Sophie behind me. Then I heard the judge’s voice. “In light of the overwhelming evidence presented to this court, Smith Cole is hereby sentenced to life imprisonment without the possibility of parole.” My head snapped toward the judge’s bench. The courtroom was dead s
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Chapter: Plea dealChapter 136: Plea dealAUTHOR POVThe world around Smith Cole was crumbling. Politicians who once shook his hand in private meetings were now scrambling to erase any connection to him. Some fled the country entirely, disappearing into private jets with hastily packed bags, their families already on their way to safe havens overseas. George Ramsey, one of Smith’s closest allies, wiped the sweat off his brow as he rushed through a VIP airport terminal. “Where’s the damn pilot?” he snapped at his assistant, his hands trembling as he checked his watch. “He’s preparing the jet, sir. But…” “No buts! We need to be out of here in ten minutes!” The assistant hesitated. “Sir, the feds are looking into your accounts. If you leave now, it’ll…” “Shut up and do as you’re told!” George Ramsey barked before marching toward the boarding gate. Across the city, others were making similar escapes. Some tried bribing their way out of investigations, while others resigned from their governme
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Chapter: Walk freeChapter 135: Walk freeMARVIN EVANSMia wasn’t the same anymore. Since Dad’s funeral, she had withdrawn into herself, barely speaking, barely eating. I saw it in her eyes, the emptiness. She would sit for hours, staring at nothing, lost in a world none of us could reach. Sophie visited often, trying to get her to eat, to talk, to function. Sometimes, Mia responded with a weak smile or a nod, but most times, she just existed in silence. Greg’s kids were around too, trying to lighten the mood, but it was like talking to a ghost. I knew what she was feeling. I felt it too. Dad was gone, Murdered in cold blood and the bastard who did it was still out there. That changed the day Greg walked in. I was sitting in the living room, flipping through TV channels, not really watching, when Greg strode in with a determined look on his face. “I found him,” he announced. I turned off the TV. Sophie looked up from where she sat beside Mia. Even Mia’s blank expression shifted slightly.
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Chapter: CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY-ONEADRIANI didn't bother looking inside the box, I just picked up my phone and dialed Marco’s number.“Boss?” Marco’s voice was alert, sensing the hour, the tone.“My house. Now. Bring Dimitri and Jax.”“We’re on our way.”I stood guard in the hallway outside Nova’s room, listening to her soft, even breaths.The doorbell dinged softly then they came in, Marco first, gun already in hand but held low at his side, his eyes sweeping the room. Dimitri behind him, moving with a slight stiffness from his healing ribs but alert. Jax last, already pulling a tablet from his bag, his mind moving to digital threats.They found me in the kitchen, standing over the open box on the island.Dimitri looked at the box, his gaze hardening. He leaned closer and with a sharp, pained intake of breath, he reached into the box.Packed in ice packs that were now just cold gel, was an arm. Severed cleanly just below the elbow. The skin was pale, waxy. The hand was curled in a final, rigid fist.“Jesus Christ,” J
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Chapter: CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTYAVAI stood in the center of my room, hands clenched into fists so tight my nails were leaving crescent moons in my palms. My whole body was trembling—with rage, with humiliation, with a grief so sharp it felt like my ribs were cracking.Official. They were official.The word echoed in the hollow space she’d left in my heart. It made it sound so clean like It wasn’t a messy, illicit, forbidden passion anymore. It was a relationship. He’d won. He’d taken the scandal, the danger, the lies, and he’d polished them into something she could proudly announce to her friends over pizza and beer.And I was supposed to what? Smile? Nod? Be happy for her?I kicked my laundry hamper, sending a cascade of clean clothes across the floor. Pathetic. My fury was pathetic, and I knew it. But knowing didn’t stop the acid burn of jealousy in my throat. I’d spent three weeks watching her waste away, a ghost of herself, and I’d been so sure. So sure that when she finally saw the light, when she finally brok
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Chapter: CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY-NINELENA“Hey! Guys? I’m back!” I screamed as I pushed open the door to our apartment, the familiar creak and my voice sounding too loud in the silence.Nothing. No Ava blasting music from her room, no Mike laughing at a video on his phone on the couch. The living room was neat, almost eerily so. A thin layer of dust sat on the TV screen.“Ava?”I dropped my bag by the door and walked to her bedroom. The door was ajar. I pushed it open. Bed made. No clothes on the floor. Her laptop was gone from her desk. A cold, irrational finger of panic traced my spine. Where was she? After everything with Gabriel, after the kidnapping, my mind immediately went to the worst places.I pulled out my phone and called her. It rang and rang, eventually clicking over to voicemail. Her cheerful, pre-recorded voice felt like a taunt. Hey, it’s Ava! I'll be sure to call you once I get your message!“Ava, it’s me. I’m at the apartment. Where are you? Call me back, okay? I’m… I’m getting worried.”I hung up and s
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Chapter: CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY-NINELENA“Hey! Guys? I’m back!” I screamed as I pushed open the door to our apartment, the familiar creak and my voice sounding too loud in the silence.Nothing. No Ava blasting music from her room, no Mike laughing at a video on his phone on the couch. The living room was neat, almost eerily so. A thin layer of dust sat on the TV screen.“Ava?”I dropped my bag by the door and walked to her bedroom. The door was ajar. I pushed it open. Bed made. No clothes on the floor. Her laptop was gone from her desk. A cold, irrational finger of panic traced my spine. Where was she? After everything with Gabriel, after the kidnapping, my mind immediately went to the worst places.I pulled out my phone and called her. It rang and rang, eventually clicking over to voicemail. Her cheerful, pre-recorded voice felt like a taunt. Hey, it’s Ava! I'll be sure to call you once I get your message!“Ava, it’s me. I’m at the apartment. Where are you? Call me back, okay? I’m… I’m getting worried.”I hung up and s
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Chapter: CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY-EIGHTADRIANIt had been a perfect day with the loves of my life. Lena was curled against me on the couch, Nova dozing against her other side, worn out from the zoo. My arm was around her, my fingers playing with the ends of her hair. I never wanted to move.“I should probably start thinking about heading back,” she said softly, her voice a little drowsy.Every muscle in my body tensed. “Back where?”She tilted her head to look up at me. “To my place duh, Adrian, remember? The hostel?”“I remember,” I said, trying to keep my voice light. “I just don’t see why you have to go today. Nova’s already half-asleep. Stay. We’ll order in. You can have the whole east wing to yourself if you want space.”She smiled, but it was a gentle, firm smile. The one that meant her mind was made up. “I need to check in with my own life. I haven’t seen Ava or Mike in days. I need to grab some clothes. My textbooks are there. I have a life, you know. Outside of… Us.”Us! Even though I loved the sound of that, the
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Chapter: CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY-SEVENLENAI woke up wrapped in a cocoon of warmth and the distinct, intoxicating scent of Adrian. For a blissful second, I was disoriented. This wasn't my bed. The sheets were too silky, the pillows too perfect. Then it all came rushing back—the confrontation, the tears, the promises, the way he’d looked at me when he said those three words. I love you.A giddy, almost disbelieving laugh bubbled in my chest. He loved me. Adrian Knight, the man who was my professor, who owned empires and had a dark past, loved me.I reached out, my hand patting the cool, empty space beside me. My eyes fluttered open. He was gone. A tiny thread of irrational panic pulled tight in my stomach. Was it all a dream?Then I saw it. His black shirt, discarded over a chair last night in a much more urgent moment. I slipped out of bed and pulled it on. The fine cotton was soft against my skin, the sleeves hanging far past my fingertips. It smelled like him—sandalwood and rum. I hugged it to myself, breathing him in.
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The Don's Lethal Desire
🔞 MATURE CONTENT WARNING! This book contains explicit language, sexual content and adult themes. If it's not your thing, you might want to skip this one. Otherwise; enjoy the ride!🔞
Gwendolyn thought she had the perfect life, a thriving career as a chef and a boyfriend she adored. But when he shatters her heart on their anniversary, she drowns her sorrows in a night of reckless abandon at a gay bar. One steamy encounter with Armando Denaro changes everything.
She never expected to see him again until he showed up with a shocking revelation. Armando isn’t just any man; he’s the ruthless Mafia Don, and their one-night stand has put a target on her back. To keep her safe, he offers her only one choice: a contract marriage.
Thrown into a world of power, danger, and deadly secrets, Gwen must decide if she can trust the man who holds her fate in his hands. But as passion ignites between them, she uncovers a chilling truth—their pasts are tangled in ways neither of them ever imagined.
Now, love isn’t just dangerous. It’s lethal!
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Chapter: Strawberries and SecretsChapter 8: Strawberries and SecretsGwen“It’s the only way to keep you safe,” he stated, as if he were explaining that the sky was blue.“Safe from what?” I slammed my hand on the counter. “Stop being cryptic and talk to me! Who are these people? Why do they care about me? Because I saw you kill a man? Fine! I won’t tell anyone! I promise! Just let me go, and you’ll never see me again!”“It’s not that simple,” he said, a flicker of frustration in his voice. “They know about you. They know we were together at the hotel. They have photos. You are now a tool they can use to get to me. The moment you walk out of here unprotected, they will grab you. And they won’t ask nicely. They will use you, torture you, and when they’re done, they will kill you. And they will make sure I watch.”The cold, graphic certainty in his tone made my blood run cold. I wanted to call him a liar, but the look on his face said otherwise. This was real.“So this…” I gestured wildly at the contract. “This is your
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Chapter: Waffles and DebtsChapter 7: Waffles and DebtsGwenOkay Gwen, breathe. Just breathe. That’s what I kept telling myself, curled up in that stupidly luxurious prison after he left. The door clicked shut, and the silence that followed was louder than any of the things I’d broken.My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. I could still see it—the way the serrated edge of the butter knife, which I’d sharpened against the damn floor for what felt like hours, had sliced right into his palm. I’d aimed for his throat. I’d meant to kill him, or at least hurt him enough to get the keys and run. But he moved like a snake, his hand coming up so fast I didn’t even see it, just felt the jarring impact as the blade bit into his flesh.But it was his face that haunted me. It wasn’t the rage I expected. There was no cold fury, no violence. It was just… pain. A deep, wounded look in those hazel eyes that made my stomach twist into a knot. He’d looked at me like I was the one who’d betrayed him. Like I’d broken something between
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Chapter: Cacio e p**e and destructionChapter 6: Cacio e pepe and destructionArmandoShe woke up swinging and thrashing.The drug’s exit was violent. One second she was lying unconscious on the large bed, the next she was a whirlwind of fury and fear.“YOU PSYCHOPATH!” The first thing her hand found was a heavy crystal lamp. It sailed across the room and exploded against the solid oak bedroom door I’d just locked. Shards of glass skittered across the polished floor. “I’ll call the police! I’ll tell them everything! I’ll—”“You’ll live,” I said, leaning against the doorframe just on the other side, out of her line of sight through the reinforced peephole. My voice was calm, a forced steadiness I didn’t feel. “Which is considerably more than you’d get if the Rinaldis found you first. They don’t ask questions before they act.”She charged the door, the impact of her small fists against the thick wood was just a dull, hopeless sound. “Open this door right now!”“I can’t.”“Can’t or won’t?” she screamed, her voice cracking wi
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Chapter: Vanilla and bloodChapter 5: Vanilla and bloodArmando “Please, Don Denaro, I didn’t know! I swear on my mother’s life!” I wiped my blood stained hands after gutting Luca alive. The accountant, a weasel of a man named Petrov, trembled beside his lifeless body, his suit jacket soaked through with Luca’s blood and sweat that had nothing to do with the evening’s humidity. I slowly adjusted my platinum cufflink, the movement deliberate, a predator’s quiet gesture before the strike. I nodded once to Enzo, who stood like a granite pillar to my left. “Show him the books.” Enzo threw the ledger and It hit the cracked pavement, the leather binding splitting to spill its contents. The pages fanned open, meticulously inked numbers and empty columns showing. Nearly half a million dollars vanished into thin air. Petrov’s knees gave way, and he slid down the wall, a strangled sob escaping him. “It wasn’t me! I just followed orders! Mr. Bianchi said if I didn’t adjust the figures, he’d… he’d…” “As you ca
Last Updated: 2025-09-22
Chapter: Croissants and poor life choicesChapter 4: Croissants and poor life choicesGwen The pounding on my door nearly matched the throbbing in my head. “I know you're in there, bitch!” Nico's voice sang through the wood. “Open up before I use my key!” I groaned, pulling the pillow over my face. The memories of last night flooded back in jagged pieces—the club, the stranger, his hands, his mouth and the things it did to me… Then the door clicked open. “Rise and shine, my disappearing queen!” Nico announced, kicking the door shut behind him. The scent of coffee and fresh croissants hit me, making my stomach growl. I peeked one eye out from under the pillow. Nico stood over me holding two iced coffees and a brown paper bag that smelled like butter and heaven. His eyebrow arched as he took in my disheveled state. “Well, well,” he purred, setting the goods on my nightstand. “Looks like someone had a big night. Girl you disappeared without a trace.” I grabbed the coffee and downed half in one go. The cold l
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Chapter: Cocktail and threatsChapter 3: Cocktail and threatsArmandoEnzo burst into my office without knocking— the only man who'd dare. “We've got a problem.”I didn't look up from the shipment manifests. “Speak.” “Luca Bianchi's been feeding intel to the Rinaldis.” Enzo responded, taking a seat.My pen froze mid-signature. The Bianchis were supposed to be allies. “Proof?” Enzo tossed surveillance photos on my desk. “He's been meeting their consigliere at Prism every Thursday. The gay bar off 5th.”I studied the grainy images, it showed Luca handing over envelopes and taking thick stacks of cash. My jaw tightened. “He's not gay.” “Exactly.” Enzo lit a cigarette, the flame reflecting in his dark eyes. “Makes for perfect dead drops. Who'd suspect?”I stood, rolling my sleeves. “Gather six men. No guns, I want this executed quietly.”I hated gay bars, the disco lights, loud music, people of the same gender rubbing onto each other. That wasn't my scene, it's not that I have any problems with gay people, I just
Last Updated: 2025-09-22
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