Retribution
Valencia Amara Nightingale III was trapped—engaged to a powerful, ruthless prime minister with a hidden agenda, forced to endure his cruelty for five long years. A princess in name only, she had no power, no choices, just a future of helpless submission. Until the day she was murdered.
But as fate would have it, death wasn’t the end for Valencia. In the same dark forest, at the exact same time, another life was lost—Anastasiya Constantine. A fighter, An agent , a woman forged in the harshest streets, Anastasiya was known for her fiery spirit and sharp mind. The world thought she was out of control, a lost cause, but her death was the catalyst for something unimaginable.
God, it seemed, had other plans.
Anastasiya is resurrected in Valencia’s body— now a young royal with the face of innocence, but the heart of a warrior. Gone is the meek, kind princess. In her place is a woman driven by vengeance and a hunger for power. With nothing to lose and everything to gain, Anastasiya begins her quest for revenge—against the man who destroyed Valencia’s life, and against the corrupt world that betrayed her.
Her ultimate target? Aslanov Moroz Vladislav, the most powerful businessman in the world. Seduction, submission, and a ruthless drive for revenge will lead her to sell her soul to him, use his empire and influence to take control of a life that is no longer hers by choice—but will be by force.
One woman. Two lives. And a debt forged in blood.
Vengeance? Lol.
She was out for Retribution.
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Chapter: 56. Vlad the Impaler.Vladislav MorozThe door slammed behind me as I stood by the passage, arms crossed around my chest. The doctor had announced that he needed to cut off her clothes to stitch her wounds, and it wasn't appropriate for us to be there.I almost wanted to snarl at him to have his female attendants handle it instead, but he was short on staff. My visit was impromptu. There was only a single female attendant with him, and they would have to manage it together.I had no choice. Anatoly had led Caspian to a room, probably muttering threats at him and roughing him up like a sack of grain. The young brat was surprisingly humble, face filled with regret after seeing what his stupid plans did to my...My person.I sighed, unconsciously smearing blood all over my face. I didn’t want to be involved in London's politics. But it seemed like I didn't have a choice anymore. There are just some battles that, no matter how hard we try to avoid them, they always catch up with us. I could easily kill Malco
Last Updated: 2025-10-17
Chapter: 55. The Price of Loyalty.Vladislav Moroz The fog clung to the air like a thin blanket but my eyes were locked on Valencia as she tried to stand, her bloodied hand gripping her sword for support. My feet moved instinctively towards her as her eyes rolled slowly to the back of her head, her body tipping backward towards the rocks. My arms extended as I reached out to catch her before wrapping around her shoulders to keep her steady. She was a mess—soaked in her own blood from head to toe. Her skin was marred with bruises, and a huge gash on her arm stood out, but nothing worried me more than the blood seeping from the open wound at her chest. My jaw tightened, white-hot anger burning through me, the kind I couldn’t control. I knelt beside her, cradling her against me gently, careful not to aggravate her injuries. She’d taken a bullet for that royal brat, Prince Caspian, who stood beside her, shaking like a leaf, his face splattered with blood. I was too late. I’d called for backup,the minute i left the
Last Updated: 2025-10-17
Chapter: 54. Knocking on Deaths DoorValencia Nightingale."Fuck," I exhaled through gritted teeth, my vision blurring for a long second as I wrapped my palm around the jagged edge of the long shard of glass jutting out from between my shoulder blades.I counted from one to ten in my head, like I always did whenever I knew I didn't want to do something but had to get it over with. I would pick any number before I got to ten and do it.And today, that lucky number was seven. With one swift tug, I pulled the glass out, feeling strands of my flesh rip apart with the force. Pain shot through me, hot and sharp as blood sprayed everywhere, splattering across Prince Caspian’s pale face.His eyes widened, but I didn’t have time for his shock. I tossed the glass aside, the shard shattering against the rocky ground behind the huge boulder where we were hiding at the back of the church. I could feel the exhaustion creeping in, like a thief in the night. But I shoved it back. I could die later, when I completed my mission.“Tear the
Last Updated: 2025-10-16
Chapter: 53. A Church Full of GhostsValencia NightingaleThe biting cold nipped at my fingers as I crouched behind a crumbling stone wall outside the church, eyes scanning every inch of the rundown perimeter. Anatoly had divided three of us into different stations, mine was the west. Close to the entrance but far enough to give me a clear view of what was happening on the other side of the building. After all three of us had gotten into place, the last two, armed with sniper rifles vanished into the distance—probably perched on a rooftop or in the trees, ready to shoot at anyone who got too close.Inside, Vladislav was meeting with his "someone special," Anatoly at his side. I didn't know who it was, and I didn't care. Not yet. My job was to stand guard, and after last night's stunt with Richter, I was running on empty. My eyelids felt heavy, drooping as I leaned against the wall. The tactical gear clung to me awkwardly, but it was warm enough to keep the chill off my skin. I stifled a yawn, my hand resting on the
Last Updated: 2025-10-15
Chapter: 52. Beneath Saint DunstanVladislav MorozThe air inside Saint Dunstan’s Church smelt like rotting wood and melted candle wax. It was practically empty, save for the few believers, who knelt by the altar clutching their bibles to their chests and whispering prayers to whoever they believed was above. They clung to the former glory of the church, history had it that the pastor who used to preach here was chosen by God himself. He was a miracle worker. I guess they knelt here in an attempt to soak up what was left of his divine essence after he died. Which was practically before any of them were even born. Foolish, if you ask me.But humans would be humans, clinging to the shred of another's exaggerated feats rather than fighting for their own place.It was that very fact that brought me to this church. It was the perfect spot for a secret meeting with royalty. My polished shoes squeaked against the cracked wooden floor as I walked down the steps, hands behind my back. My men had already fanned out, all
Last Updated: 2025-10-14
Chapter: 51. Journey to The Unknown.Valencia Nightingale.BANG! BANG! BANG!The sound ripped through my head like gunshots, and for a moment, I almost reached out for the harbingers on the bedside table, fully convinced I was in some sort of danger."Valencia!" I heard Anatoly bark out, voice clipped with frustration. I groaned angrily, slumping back into the bed, face buried in the pillow. Please, for heavens sake, just leave me alone. Let me sleep. The banging came again as if replying my thought, "Valencia! Get your bumbling ass up. This moment!"I forced one of my eyes open before glancing at the digital clock on the table. It was just a few minutes passed six.Six in the fucking morning. "For God's sake," I mumbled, teeth clenched. Who schedules a mystery trip at this hour? Vladislav Moroz, that's who. That infuriating man probably didn't sleep ever, I wouldn't be surprised if he sat in his office all night plotting on how to take over the world and suck everyone's soul like some soul eater from a poorly c
Last Updated: 2025-10-11
Chapter: Chapter Fifty-Seven.Cassiopeia Nyx The first thing I woke up to was warmth on my face. My eye brows furrowed as I yawned and rolled away, trying to bury myself deeper into the sheets. My eyelids fluttered but the heavy pull of sleep clung to me, thick and stubborn. I curled tighter, the blanket cocooning around my body, dragging me further into the weary land of rest. In an attempt to get even more comfortable, I moved my leg. A sharp ache ripped up my thighs, startling me awake. I gasped, eyes snapping open instantly. For a second, everything was a blur of pristine sheets and sunlight—but then the ache spread like a wildfire, up my thighs coiling deep in my lower abdomen. What…? My heart began to race. I blinked, trying to shake the sleepy haze from my head and understand what was happening but every small shift made my muscles protest. My skin was tender, almost like i had been scrubbed raw.I looked down, confusion creeping up my throat—and froze. The sheets had slipped low on my chest. Bare skin
Last Updated: 2025-10-15
Chapter: Chapter Fifty-six Xeros Romanov The kiss wasn’t gentle—it was a collision. Teeth clashed, mouths parted, breath stolen. I didn’t coax her in; I dragged her, pulling her into me like I’d been starving and she was the only thing that could keep me alive.And she met me there.Her fingers dug into my shoulders, pulling me closer with a force that left no space between us. She kissed me back with the same fever burning in her skin, every rough pull of my mouth answered by hers.Cold water surged around us, sloshing against porcelain, but it was nothing. The faint clink of ice vanished beneath the rush of our breathing—harsh, tangled, greedy.My hand found the back of her neck, holding her to me, deepening the kiss until she shivered. I didn’t know if it was the cold or the hunger. Either way, it undid me.When I tore my mouth from hers, it was only to breathe her in. Her lips were swollen, eyes dark and wide. My thumb traced her jaw, slow, claiming.“Tell me to stop,” I rasped, the words breaking low from
Last Updated: 2025-08-13
Chapter: Chapter Fifty-Five.Xeros RomanovI had driven the knife in myself.The words still rang in my skull like a curse I couldn’t undo—"You can’t handle it". I had spent the last hour telling myself it was mercy. Telling myself it was restraint.But as I sat hunched at my desk, fists pressed into my temples, the truth gnawed at me—I’d said it because I was afraid. Afraid that if I touched her while the heat was crawling like wildfire through my veins, I wouldn’t stop. That I would take and take everything until there was nothing left of her but my scent and my ruin.The shame burned deeper than the hunger.My chest was tight, every muscle wound taut as the heat pressed against my control, whispering for me to go to her. To find her. To claim her until I forgot the years of cold, empty silence that had been my life before her.I couldn’t do this anymore. The door burst open, cutting right through my thoughts and a stupid part of me desperately hoped it was her.It wasn’t.Rory stood there, panting, panic i
Last Updated: 2025-08-12
Chapter: Chapter Fifty-four.Cassiopeia Nyx"You can’t handle it."My heart constricted painfully in my chest as I leaned against the wooden door of his office. I wanted to run back into the room and implore him to tell me he didn't mean what he said, but the way he enunciated it, without hesitation… it made me believe that he really meant it.I had assumed that he didn't care that I wasn't strong enough, that his love for me had absolved me from all guilt, but now I see that wasn’t the case. It took a lot for him to slip up and show his true feelings.I thought I knew pain. I thought I had endured everything that could be thrown at me. But this? This felt different.It wasn’t physical, like the scars that marred my skin. It wasn’t something I could fight with persistence or defiance. It was deeper, more personal—a wound to the very core of who I was.I could handle him.But he didn’t believe that.Fuck. Even I didn't believe it. I was trying so hard to be strong, and his support made everything feel easier, but
Last Updated: 2024-12-02
Chapter: Chapter Fifty-three.Xeros RomanovThe moment she nestled into my arms, everything unraveled. The heat of her body, the soft tremble of her fingers as they wrapped around my torso, the scent of her filling my senses—it all became too much. Cassiopeia. My mate.My queen.Immediately, I recognized Nox's desire. I tried to run away, to put some distance between us, but it was futile. She was a force I couldn’t resist, pulling me in, tearing apart every shred of resolve I had left. And now, she was here, standing in front of me, despite me telling her to stay away... looking up with those eyes—filled with longing, trust, and something else… something dangerous.Desire.I could feel the heat radiating off her, searing my skin as if it were my own. My wolf, the primal force within me, roared in approval, clawing at the edges of my mind, desperate to claim what was ours. To mark her, to bind her to me in every way.But I couldn’t.The images flashed through my mind, unbidden and relentless—the scars that marred h
Last Updated: 2024-12-01
Chapter: Chapter Fifty-two.Cassiopeia NyxSomething was wrong.Not with Xeros—but with me.An unusual burning sensation spread through my entire body, starting from my lower abdomen. It was beyond what words could describe. It spread like a raging prairie fire, doubling in intensity with every wave of the wind and every second I remained still, threatening to swallow me whole. I could barely think straight as I watched the elders file out of the meeting hall, still whispering amongst themselves about Xeros's sudden and urgent disappearance.At the thought of him, my body began to ache even more. Hera growled ferociously from her position at the back of my mind. It was more feral than anything she had ever expressed to me, even when she tried to take over my body. The more she growled and pushed at me, the more the pain increased.My knees shook as I pushed myself up from the seat, beads of perspiration trickling down my chest and stomach.Where was Xeros?A groan tumbled from my lips as I forced myself to my fe
Last Updated: 2024-12-01
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