Bound by blood and lies
He was supposed to be a pawn. Now I want to make him my king.
Eli thought freedom meant escape. But freedom is just another illusion when the devil himself wants you. Trapped between the violent love of the men who broke him and the dangerous allure of the man who owns his next breath, Eli must choose: return to the past that nearly destroyed him… or surrender to the enemy who might ruin him in ways that feel a little too good.
Lies. Lust. Power. Obsession.
In this game, love isn’t pure. It’s deadly.
Elias Carter willingly walked into hell. He sold himself to the Rossi Mafia under the disguise of being a victim when in actuality he was an FBI agent.
He planned on taking down the devil, Luca Rossi the Mafia boss, from the inside out but things take an unexpected turn when Luca suddenly becomes interested in Elias and so did his second in command, Matteo Marino.
One saw something pure he wanted to tap into and the other saw something pure that he wanted to ruin.
Elias becomes entangled in their brutal games, burning touches and whispered threats that set his body on fire. A bond which should have never existed, began to bloom.
The truth is exposed and Elias is faced with two impossible options: destroy them or become one of them.
Now, his past wants him dead. His future belongs to the people he was meant to destroy. And his heart? It was never his to begin with.
He was now trapped in a world where love wasn't soft, it was war.
And he lost.
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Chapter: CHAPTER EIGHTY SEVEN (ELI'S POV)The man led us deeper into the cathedral—past arches so high they disappeared into shadow, down a corridor that was filled with low, humming music. The walls changed here—old stone giving way to polished black marble with silver streaks that shimmered under the flickering torchlight. It felt like walking into the heart of a living thing, ancient and waiting. It was eerie. We reached a vast chamber lit only by a chandelier shaped like a web of daggers, and there they stood—five figures arranged in a half circle like the points of a crown. The Circle. I didn’t know what I expected. Perhaps cloaked wraiths, faceless judges? But no. They were human. Real. Terrifyingly so. An older woman stood at the far left, her gray hair twisted into an elegant coil, her eyes sharp and knowing. She wore a deep blue gown with shoulder armor carved from onyx. Beside her, a man with skin like aged copper and eyes so
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Chapter: CHAPTER EIGHTY SIX (ELI'S POV)The cathedral loomed like a ruin stolen from a dark god itself—gothic and towering, its obsidian towers piercing the sky, its stained glass windows glinting crimson under the moonlight. Ivy curled like dark veins over the stone, and iron torches flared with blue fire at its entrance, casting shadows that moved like spirits. It was truly something worthy of the dark underworld and the Rossi's had prepared it perfectly. My heartbeat thrummed in my ears as we stepped out of the car, cloaked in night and secrecy. The Rossi family arrived in style—because anything less would be a weakness. Matteo wore a black velvet coat lined with crimson at the edges, embroidered with subtle red that shimmered as he walked. His mask, slick and silver like the predator that he is, covered half his face, revealing a sharp jawline and lips made for sin. Luca’s suit was obsidian silk, tailored like a second
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Chapter: CHAPTER EIGHTY FOUR (ELI'S POV)Luca wasn’t sleeping.He was usually calm and a man of few words but lately his tongue has been moving non stop as he barks orders and curses in Italian.I could tell by the way he paced through the study like a caged animal, sleeves rolled up, hair disheveled, tie discarded. Matteo sat in an armchair with a glass of scotch in his hand, but his usual sarcasm and charisma was gone. The war with Ricci was rattling them in ways I’d never seen before.I didn’t think gods could spiral.But these two? They were coming undone, quietly… dangerously.It didn’t help that Ricci’s move was still circulating across media and markets. Our victory yesterday was only temporary—he would retaliate. And deep down, we knew it.I leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. “We need to figure out his next move.”“We can’t predict it,” Luca muttered. “He’s not playing by the usual rules. He's emotional. Irrational.”“He’s in love,” Ma
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Chapter: CHAPTER EIGHTY FIVE (ELI'S POV)I jerked upright, breath catching in my throat.For a moment, I wasn’t in my room. I was still under the cathedral ceiling, surrounded by masked strangers, with Ricci’s stare boring into me through the crowd like a spell.But then the shadows faded.The soft morning light poured in through gauzy curtains, painting the walls with warmth. I was in the Rossi estate. Safe. For now.I wiped a palm over my face, willing the image to leave me.A dream, I reminded myself. Just a dream that's all. I didn't understand why I was so scared. I knew that Enzo wouldn't hurt me.Enzo…Still, my heart wouldn’t settle. My nerves were on fire.The ball was real.And it was only a day away.I threw the sheets off and made my way to the window, watching the courtyard buzz with movement. Staff coming in with crates, tailors arriving, deliveries from high-end designers. Outside, the house looked like it was
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Chapter: CHAPTER EIGHTY THREE (ELI'S POV)I wasn’t ready.Not for the headline. Not for the photo.Not for the man in the crisp black suit and devilish smirk staring back at me from the massive flatscreen TV mounted on the wall in the Rossi study.“Italian Billionaire Lorenzo Ricci Acquires Majority Stake in U.S. Conglomerate with a bold statement: ‘I Always Collect What’s Mine’”I blinked. “What the hell…”Luca’s glass shattered against the floor.Matteo stood frozen, mouth agape, eyes flicking between the screen and me.But I couldn’t move. My feet were glued to the ground. My throat dried.Ricci. In a three-piece suit that cost more than my entire FBI salary in a year. Standing in front of a podium in Manhattan. Cameras flashing. Smiling, like the devil himself had just taken heaven from under the angels.He knew exactly what he was doing.The company—Orion Industries—was one of Ross
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Chapter: CHAPTER EIGHTY TWO (ELI'S POV)I stood there, still in the doorway, watching Luca’s face go blank as he got lost in his thoughts and Matteo’s jaw tightened until the muscle ticked. The silence was thick and suffocating, like a cord wrapped around our necks.I didn’t have to ask what Ricci said. I knew him too well. I knew the manner in which he delivers his threats—smooth like silk, sharp like glass. I knew the weight of his words when he meant them. And I could feel it now, pressing into the room like an anvil.He was here.In America.My chest tightened—not with fear, not exactly. It was something far more dangerous than that. Guilt. Longing. A bitter cocktail of what was and what should’ve never been. I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry.I turned away without a word.The hallway was quiet as I walked through it, too quiet, like the house itself was holding its breath. My footsteps echoed in the silence, unsteady, like they
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Shattered vows: Revenge of an ex bride
“You’re mine.”
“No,” she corrected, stepping closer until their chests nearly brushed. “I’m your obsession. There's a difference.”
Then—again—that wicked, infuriating smirk.
He leaned in slowly, lips ghosting over her ear.
“I don’t share, Elara.”
“Then you should’ve tried harder to keep me.”
She turned and walked away, disappearing into the shadows of the garden without looking back.
Killian stayed there, jaw tight, fury simmering below the surface.
She thinks she’s winning.
But she hadn’t seen obsession at its peak.
Not yet
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Elara Beckett picture perfect life crumbles when her step sister, Ivy, stole her fiancé, Aiden, and her father’s company. Heartbroken Elara leaves then returns five years later as a successful fashion designer who is determined to take back her legacy and bring her sister down. She teams up with billionaire Killan Hayes, a ruthless man who has his own vendetta against ivy. A fake engagement is created and they work together to defeat Ivy and Aiden. In the process, sparks fly between Killan and Elara, this complicates their alliance. Dark secrets about her family and Killian's hidden motives come to light threatening to destroy everything. Elara must rise up and reclaim her destiny and find love in the chaos.
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Chapter: CHAPTER FORTY SIX (IVY'S POV)The conference room was quiet—too quiet. Everyone had left after the meeting, leaving nothing but the echo of heels, the hum of the AC and the bitter aftertaste of humiliation lingering in the air.Ivy sat at the head of the table, knuckles white around the armrests of her chair, her perfectly painted nails digging into the leather. Her heart was still racing, her breathing coming in fast as the scene from minutes ago replayed in her mind over and over.Elara.Killian.Walking into her company like they owned the place. Like they hadn’t just dropped a bomb in the middle of her sanctuary. Like they weren’t deliberately trying to ruin her.That presentation had been flawless. The proposal—bold, innovative, and worst of all, exactly what her board had been begging for. Sustainability and fashion? Exclusive tech-backed partnerships? Combining Elara’s brand aesthetics with Hayes Corp logistics? It was a golden opportunity. Too golden.She should have seen it coming. But she’d been too busy
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Chapter: CHAPTER FORTY FIVE (ELARA'S POV)The morning sun filtered through the tall windows of Killain’s mansion, painting golden streaks across the marble floor. Elara sat at the edge of the kitchen island, sipping coffee and ignoring the man across from her like last night hadn’t happened at all.No mention of the rooftop dinner.No mention of the bracelet.No lingering looks. No heat.Just cool silence and the clink of porcelain.Killain’s jaw was clenched tight as he scrolled through his phone, pretending not to notice her ignorance. But Elara didn’t miss the way his fingers stilled every time she moved. He was watching her—quietly simmering, trying to figure her out.Good.Let him stew.She wasn’t going to fall for that charming act of his. Last night had been theatre. A stage. And she’d played her role well.Suddenly, the sound of her notification broke through the silence. She picked it up, unlocking it.A message. From a name she didn’t expect.Beckett Industries.She arched an eyebrow.“What’s that?” Killain asked ca
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Chapter: CHAPTER FORTY FOUR (ELARA'S POV)The note arrived on a piece of perfectly folded paper sealed with a wax that only a man like Killian would use.So fancy. The note was simple. Five words written in that unmistakable slanted handwriting.“Be ready at 7. No arguments.”Elara scoffed, rolling her eyes the moment she read it. Typical Killain.But the second delivery was harder to ignore—a matte black box, smooth as sin, sealed tight. It also had a wax seal which made her roll her eyes again at his dramatics. He was acting like they were in the Victorian era or something. She opened it out of curiosity, expecting drama. What she found was worse.A dress. Elegant, beautiful and dangerous. Not flashy. Not desperate. This wasn’t a bribe—it was a statement. This one whispered control. Taste. Power.But worst of all? It was perfect.Black. Long-sleeved on one side, sleeveless on the other. A slit high enough to scream danger, but a neckline that whispered and teased. It shimmered under the light, silver threads woven into the
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Chapter: CHAPTER FORTY THREE (PRESTON'S POV)Preston watched Ivy storm out of the Silversmith, her heels clicking against the polished floor like war drums fading into the distance.He chuckled, a low sound escaping from his chest as his hand reached forward, wrapping around the rim of his whiskey glass as he lifted it for the first time that evening. Her perfume still lingered faintly in the air, all expensive floral notes masking the rot underneath.The audacity.The manipulation.The desperation poorly hidden beneath tailored silk and veiled insults.He had met sharks before, predators with porcelain smiles and blood on their hands, but Ivy Beckett—she was something else. The kind of woman who couldn’t stand to lose and would rather scorch the earth than admit defeat.Still, it hadn’t been her arrogance that made him laugh.It was her assumption.That everyone had a price.That he’d abandon Elara for a better paycheck, a seat closer to the throne, or a night tangled in the sheets with her.Pathetic.Preston leaned back in the
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Chapter: CHAPTER FORTY TWO (IVY'S POV)It had taken nine days, four ignored calls, and three dozen emails disguised in professionalism and charm for Ivy to finally get a response from him.Preston Grey.Preston Grey was a ghost.He didn’t operate through a firm or an office. No trail, no receptionist, no verifiable address. Just a burner email that replied in one lined sentence and cold confirmation. But she finally had him—an hour at The Silversmith, a low-lit whiskey bar tucked beneath the Avalon Hotel, where the city’s power players went to hide their dirt.And Ivy had plenty of dirt.She walked in thirty minutes early, her heels clicking against the polished floor as she slid into a booth at the far end. The bartender greeted her with a nod and a glass of her usual. She needed the heat of the bourbon to steady her nerves.Because Preston wasn’t just a PI.He was dangerous. Calculated. A man who’d been hovering too close to Elara for her liking. Too discreet to leave trails and too confident to be accidental.She needed
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Chapter: CHAPTER FORTY ONE (ELARA'S POV)As she walked further away from the table, ivy wasn't finished. Ivy’s voice was sweet when it came. That dangerous, sugar-laced tone Elara had come to associate with poison.“So,” Ivy said, “tell me, Elara… how does it feel warming the bed of two men? One in the daylight, and one in the shadows?”Elara froze.It was the briefest pause which she was certain that Ivy saw. She turned slowly, walking back to the table and taking her seat in front of her barely touched food. “Excuse me?”Ivy smiled, predatory and smug. “You heard me.”The terrace was too quiet. Somewhere below, a fountain flowed peacefully. Birds chirped like they weren’t sitting in the middle of a battlefield.Elara’s mind raced.Preston. How the hell did Ivy know about Preston?When she mentioned his name the first time, Elara had shifted the topic because she wasn't sure how Ivy knew but didn't want to discuss it further.He was supposed to be invisible. Silent. Her leverage in the background. Killain didn’t even know
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