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-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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Chapter: Sophs's AppreciationHello, my loves. I just wanted to take a moment to reach out from behind the screen and truly thank you all. Thank you for every comment and for the incredible support you’ve shown for Adrian, Lena, and the messy, dramatic world of Dark Desires. Your passion for this story is what keeps the lights on in my writing nook. Knowing you guys are out there, invested in these characters and waiting to see what happens next, is the greatest motivation a writer could ever ask for. I also owe you all a massive apology for the recent silence. The truth is, I’ve been a bit under the weather lately and needed to focus on resting and getting better. I hate nothing more than leaving a story hanging, especially when we’re at such a crucial point! But the good news is, I’m finally getting better. The ideas are starting to flow again, and I am so excited to get back to it. Adrian and Lena’s story is far from over, and I can’t wait for you to see what’s next for them. Thank you, from the bottom of m
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Chapter: Mint and PlanningChapter 30: Mint and PlanningGwenWe spent the next week going through Lorenzo's documents. Marco coordinated with our tech people to verify everything, cross-reference information, build a complete picture of Anthony Ricci and his operations. What we found was both comprehensive and terrifying.Anthony wasn't just some low-level operative. He'd been groomed from childhood to take over his grandfather's operations. Money laundering, corruption, political connections that ran deep. And for the past year, since Santoro's death, he'd been planning something big. Something that involved me and Armando and Restaurant Agnes."He wants to hit the restaurant," Marco explained, spreading out surveillance photos on Armando's desk. "During a Friday night service. Maximum casualties, maximum impact. He's hired mercenaries, ex-military types who don't care about codes or honor."My stomach dropped. "When?""Based on communications we've intercepted, sometime in the next two weeks. He's still fina
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Chapter: Black Pepper and old enemiesChapter 29: Black Pepper and old enemiesGwenSix weeks after the shooting, I was in the restaurant kitchen grinding black peppercorns for a steak au poivre when Marco appeared. I'd gotten used to his visits by now, the way he'd show up without announcement, always with news or updates. But something about his expression made my hands still on the pepper grinder."What's wrong?" I asked, setting the grinder down."Nothing's wrong. Actually, we might have a lead. On something important." He glanced around the kitchen. "Is this a good time to talk?""Dinner service doesn't start for another hour. Talk.""We found Lorenzo. He's in Sicily, working with the old families there. And he wants to meet." Marco pulled out his phone, showing me a message. "Says he has information. About your parents. About what really happened the night they died."My heart started pounding. "What kind of information?""He claims Camila didn't act alone. That there was someone else involved, someone who's still a
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Chapter: Chicken soup and HealingChapter 28: Chicken soup and HealingGwenTwo weeks after the shooting, they finally discharged Armando. Dr. Chen gave us a list of restrictions longer than my arm: no heavy lifting, no strenuous activity, physical therapy three times a week, follow-up appointments, medications, warning signs to watch for. I listened carefully and wrote everything down while Armando looked increasingly frustrated."I'm not an invalid," he muttered as a nurse wheeled him to the car in a wheelchair. Hospital policy, she'd explained cheerfully, ignoring his protests."You're a man who got shot in the chest two weeks ago. Accept the wheelchair with grace." I helped him into the car carefully, mindful of his still-tender wound. The drive home was quiet, both of us processing the transition from hospital to real life.Rosa had transformed one of the ground-floor guest rooms exactly as promised. Hospital bed, monitors, a chair that reclined fully, everything we might need. But Armando took one look at it and
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Chapter: Carbonara and RecoveryChapter 27: Carbonara and RecoveryGwenA week later, they moved Armando to a private room on a regular floor. It was progress, even though he chafed at the continued hospitalization. I'd finally agreed to go home occasionally to shower and change clothes, but I still spent most of every day at his bedside."You're going to get bedsores if you don't move," I teased, helping him shift position for the hundredth time that day."I hate this. Being stuck in bed. Being weak. Having nurses come in every two hours to check my vitals." He grimaced as the movement pulled at his still-healing wound. "I want to go home.""Two more weeks, the doctor said. Then you can go home and be miserable there instead." I sat on the edge of the bed carefully. "Though Rosa is already preparing. She's turned one of the guest rooms into a recovery suite. Hospital bed, monitors, everything you might need.""So I'll be stuck in a different bed. Great.""Stop complaining. You're alive. That's what matters." I kiss
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Chapter: Lasagna and First WordsChapter 26: Lasagna and First WordsGwenOn the fourth day, his fingers twitched in mine. Such a small movement that I almost missed it, but I'd been holding his hand for so long that I felt every tiny shift. My head snapped up from where I'd been resting it on the edge of his bed."Armando?" I leaned closer, searching his face for signs of consciousness. "Can you hear me?"His eyelids fluttered but didn't open. I hit the call button for the nurse, then turned back to him. "Come on, amore. I know you're in there. Open your eyes for me."The nurse arrived quickly, checking his vitals and making notes. "His heart rate's picking up. That's good. He's starting to surface. Keep talking to him. Your voice might help guide him back."After she left, I squeezed his hand gently. "You've been asleep for four days. Four very long days where I've been sitting here talking to myself like a crazy person. The nurses probably think I've lost it. Marco's been handling business, but he needs you back.
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Chapter: Coffee and Hospital VigilChapter 25: Coffee and Hospital VigilGwenWhen they finally let me into the ICU, nothing could have prepared me for seeing Armando like that. He looked small in the hospital bed, which was impossible because Armando was never small. He filled every room he entered with his presence, his power, his intensity. But hooked up to machines that beeped and hummed, with a tube down his throat breathing for him, he looked almost fragile.I pulled a chair close to his bedside and took his hand, careful of the IV lines and monitors. His skin was warm, which felt like a small miracle. Warm meant alive. Warm meant fighting."Hi," I whispered, even though he couldn't hear me. "You look terrible. But you're alive, so I'll take it." Tears streamed down my face. "The doctor says the next three days are critical. That if you can make it through without complications, you'll probably be okay. So that's what you're going to do. You're going to lie there and rest and let your body heal, and you're not go
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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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