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: 114. Clever Little Victory.Vladislav MorozI came awake slowly, the way a man surfaces from deep water—lungs burning, limbs heavy, every heartbeat sluggish and uncertain.The first thing I felt was pain. Not the sharp, screaming kind from the cellar; this was duller, deeper, a constant throb that lived under every bandage and in every broken rib. It told me I was still alive. I hated it for a second, then decided I could live with it.The second thing I felt was warmth.Valencia was curled against my right side, careful even in sleep, her head on my shoulder, one hand resting so lightly over the gauze on my chest that I could barely feel the weight. Her breathing was slow, steady. Her lashes were still damp. She had cried herself out beside me.I couldn’t move much. My arms were lead, my back a furnace, my ribs a cage of knives. But I turned my head—just enough—and looked at her.God, she was beautiful.Even with tear tracks cutting through the blood on her cheeks. Even with her hair tangled and wild. Even ex
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Chapter: 113. Battlefield CasualtyValencia NightingaleThe drive home was silent except for the soft rasp of Vladislav’s breathing against my neck and the occasional click of the indicator when Anatoly changed lanes. I didn’t let go of him once. I couldn’t. My arms were locked around his shoulders, one hand cradling the back of his head, fingers threaded through his blood-crusted hair like I could physically hold the pieces of him together.He hadn’t spoken since that single cracked whisper of my name. He didn’t need to. Every tremor that ran through him said enough.When the Mercedes finally rolled into the underground garage of the Mayfair penthouse, the automatic lights flickered on, harsh and white. Anatoly killed the engine but didn’t move to get out. He just looked at us in the rear-view mirror for a long second, something ancient and exhausted in his eyes, then nodded once and climbed out to open Vladislav’s door.I helped him out. He tried to stand on his own and almost went down. His legs simply refused. Betw
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Chapter: 112. Always.Valencia NightingaleEvery head in the hall, including mine, snapped toward the sound. Cameras clicked like light switches. For one suspended heartbeat the only noise was the low hum of the air-conditioning.My breath caught in my throat, as I wondered who exactly that was. My shoulders sagged the moment I set my eyes on Anatoly's towering figure. His face is dead straight and serious as he walks forward.His cheek was bruised, probably from the scuffle at the airport and I wondered just how fast he must have been to get to the Parliament to grant bail for Vladislav and come back to still catch up with me.Or was he not able to get him granted bailIn his left hand was a single sheet of heavy cream paper bearing the gold-embossed crest of the United Kingdom.The crowd parted before him the way water parts for a shark.I stood frozen at the bacj row, lungs still burning from the sprint, Malcolm's smug smile faltered for the first time. He half-rose from his seat, paddle still clutc
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Chapter: 111. A Wild Goose ChaseValencia NightingaleThe wheels touched down on the runway with a shuddering thump, the kind that always made my stomach dip even though I’d been on dozens of flights in my life. The plane tilted, slowed, rattled, then finally steadied as it rolled toward the terminal. I pressed my forehead lightly to the window. London was grey, iron-cold, washed in that particular shade of winter light that made the whole city look like a steel engraving. Sleek airport buildings glowed with glassy reflections. Wet asphalt shone like black ice.We were home and we were already running out of time.Passengers around us unbuckled, stood up, stretched stiff limbs. Anatoly and I stayed seated for a few seconds longer, both of us scanning the aisle, the windows, the attendants. Habit. Instinct. Survival. Nothing looked wrong, but after Russia, after Malcolm’s stunt at the police station, after the perfect ease of retrieving files that should have taken weeks, it was impossible to trust quiet.Anatoly rose
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Chapter: 110. The Wrong RabbitValencia NightingaleMy fingers trembled from a cold so sharp it was enough to freeze anything just by holding it out for too long. Snow crunched under our boots as Anatoly and I stood at the rusted iron gates of the district police station. The building looked like it was going to collapse at any given time.I had the wig on again, the same mousy-brown one I’d worn around since I got here. It itched like sin, but it turned me into Anya Volkov, respectable married woman, instead of Valencia Nightingale, whom everyone could probably recognise from her midnight hair. Anatoly—Dmitry right then—stood half a step behind me, shoulders rounded, hands in the pockets of a cheap puffer jacket that made him look twenty kilos heavier and ten years older. No masks, no weapons. We had stripped ourselves bare before we left the safehouse: the Glock, the knife—all of it locked in the false bottom of the trunk of the car we had rented. Walking into a Russian police station armed was a shortcut to a ce
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Chapter: 109. Pristine SilenceValencia Nightingale.We ate in pristine silence.The small kitchen in the house was lit by one bare bulb that swung gently whenever the wind rattled the windows. The table was scarred pine, the chairs mismatched, and the air smelled of boiled potatoes, fried onions, and the faint metallic tang of gun oil from where Anatoly had gone to get the ammunition, I suppose.He had cooked before I came back, something simple, hearty—potatoes with sauce, and a pot of strong black tea that steamed in chipped mugs. My stomach had been a clenched fist for days, but the moment the smell hit me I realised I was starving.We sat opposite each other.Anatoly still hadn't gone back to wearing his mask. He had been bare-faced since we arrived in Russia and I don't even think he brought the mask at all. Airport security would have been appalled to see a mask made of human skin in someone's luggage. I kept the wig off—my scalp itched and I was too tired to pretend to be someone else inside these four wall
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Chapter: Chapter Seventy-nineXeros RomanovThe scent hits me first—Blood. Smoke. Her.Cassie.I don’t remember how I scaled down the mountain. All I know is that the cave mouth finally comes into view and every instinct I have screams that I am too late.I sprint inside.And the world stops.Demetria is crouched over Cassiopeia’s bound form, one hand gripping the knife, the other already reaching toward Cassie’s stomach. Cassie is pale—too pale—eyes glassy with terror and pain. Blood streaks her face, her wrists, her thighs. And the chains bite so deeply into her limbs that her skin has turned blue.I don’t breathe.My vision tunnels.A sound tears itself from my chest—a roar so violent the cave trembles and the flames of the cauldron shudder violently, black liquid splashing over the rim.Demetria only sighs and rolls her eyes.“Ugh. her comes the guardian angel.”“Get,” my voice is a growl so deep it scrapes stone, “away. From. My. Mate.”She does not move.Instead, she grabs Cassiopeia by the throat. She cho
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Chapter: Chapter Seventy-eightCassiopeia NyxXeros… Xeros, please… don’t leave me… I’m so scared… I’m so scared… Don’t leave me here alone…I scream his name inside my skull until my mind feels like it’s tearing in half. The bond flickers once, weakly, like a candle someone is trying to shield with trembling hands, and then it dies.Completely.The silence that follows is worse than any pain.I sag against the pole, wrists screaming, lungs burning with every sob. Blood drips steadily from the gash on my palm, pattering onto the stone like slow rain. The cave smells of iron and smoke and old death.Someone, please.Anyone, please, help me.I sobbed harder, pulling at the chains, but the pain held me in place.I had lost count of the minutes that had passed since my father went out of the cave, everything was blurry. My feeble attempt to get to Xeros had worked, but now it only left me desperate, desperate to hear his voice, just one more time.Even if it's the last time.Then I hear it.Footsteps.Two sets.
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Chapter: Chapter Seventy-sevenXeros RomanovI hit the cottage doorway at full speed, shoulder first, and the entire frame explodes inward in a shower of splinters.The stench of death slams into me first.Axel lies on his back in the middle of the floor, eyes wide to the ceiling, throat open ear to ear. Blood dripped from the rafters in slow, deliberate drops. His face is painted in shock, which means it wasn't a fair fight, he was attacked from behind and killed in a single strike.No Cassie. No Demetria. No Dimitri.The room is empty except for the corpse of one of my best warriors and the echo of my own heartbeat hammering in my ears.A low, broken sound crawls out of my chest. Not human. Not wolf. Something in between.Cassie isn’t here.I reach for her through the bond, hard, desperate, the way you throw a rope to a drowning man. Nothing. The thread is there, glowing faintly, but it’s muffled, like trying to hear her voice through ten feet of water. Something is blocking me.The helplessness I feel is dis
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Chapter: Chapter Seventy-sixCassiopeia NyxThe night air is a blade against my skin the moment Dimitri’s hand closes around my upper arm.His grip is iron, fingers digging so deep I feel bone protest. I scream the instant he yanks me off the cottage floorboards. The sound tears out of me raw and animal, but it dies almost instantly when Demetria—my own sister—presses the flat edge of a knife beneath my chin and smiles.“Shh,” she whispers, almost tenderly. “We wouldn’t want to alert the entire pack, would we?”Axel’s body is still twitching on the floor, blood pooling black in the lantern light. I can’t look at him. I can’t look at her.Dimitri drags me outside by the arm like I weigh nothing. My heels scrape across gravel and frozen mud. I try to plant my feet, try to twist, try to fight, but every jerk only makes his claws sink deeper. Blood runs hot down my biceps, soaking my sleeve.I scream again —Xeros’s name this time— a ragged, desperate thing that ricochets off the empty houses and dies in the smoke.My
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Chapter: Chapter Seventy-fiveCassiopeia Nyx.I didn't know how long I sat there, knees curled so tightly, they poked my chest. Every bone in my body was on edge, waiting for the rogues or worse, my father to arrive and the door and start banging, screaming at the guards and everyone to let him in, to let him have the banE of his existence.I didn't think hw would ever go this far. I thought his hatred for me was only when I was in his sight, when he saw me, he couldn't stand the thought of me being his daughter, but now, I knew it was even deeper than that. He and I were so intertwined in this knot of hatred that one couldn't live while the other was alive; it was either I died, or he died.Then we could finally have peace.Then, everyone around me, including Xeros, Demetria, the pack, and even the people back at Nyx pack, could finally be free from this bond of ours that did nothing but cause chaos and distraction.Demetria.DemetriaMy eyes snapped open. The world tilted.Demetria.She hadn’t been in the infirm
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Chapter: Chapter Seventy-fourXeros RomanovThe battlefield smelled strongly of iron, blood, and burning fur.I had lost count of the bodies somewhere around the hundred-and-fiftieth kill. Nox had taken some percentage of control hours ago, and I let him. We moved together as one. There was no room for thought, only slaughter. We moved like a storm given teeth and claws—black as midnight, larger than any natural beast, eyes glowing the colour of molten silver. Every rogue that lunged for my throat met the same fate—ribs caved in, spines snapped, hearts torn out before they hit the ground.Blood coated my muzzle, matted my chest, dripped from my whiskers in thick ropes. I tasted it with every breath. My entire body shook as I tried to fight the bloodlust, but it only intensified like real hunger underneath my skin.Anakin fought at my left. His white fur, glowing in the dark a few hours ago, was now crimson from ears to tail. We carved a path through the rogue tide together, shoulder to shoulder, the way we had si
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