Chapter: CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY SEVEN Eli’s POVSpinning.The world was spinning.One minute we were racing toward the docks, freedom nearly in our fingertips, the next, headlights blazed out of nowhere.It all happened so fast and yet so slow as I turned to look out the window, directly at the headlights.A steel monster truck slammed into us.I felt the impact like a hammer to the spine. Metal of the car screamed. Glass shattered. The truck lifted, flipped, rolled.Everything blurred.Air and earth. Stars and the moon.I hit the ceiling, the door, Luca’s arm—couldn’t breathe—couldn’t think—Then darkness.Black and consuming.It felt like I was falling.Like dying.*****Voices.Shouting.Hands yanking at my arms. Cold air hit my face as someone dragged me out of the wreckage. I coughed hard, my lungs burning, and my head spun as the world came rushing back into focus.Something warm trickled down my head and different parts of my body.That metallic scent of blood filled the air. A lot of it."Get him up.""Move, quick
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Chapter: CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AMD SIXTY SIX Eli's POVDust was ass I could see as we sped out.Matteo didn’t let off the gas. His knuckles were white on the wheel, jaw clenched, eyes wild with adrenaline. The night was anything but peaceful, trees flying by in a blur of shadows and leaves. Behind us, the burning fury of the Rossi estate could be heard and seen as they gave chase."They’re still coming!" Luca shouted, twisting to fire through the shattered back window.Gunfire filled the air like fireworks around us as bullet hit the glass, frames and even one of the side mirrors got destroyed."Who the hell are these guys?" I yelled."Emilio’s personal guards," Ricardo barked, crouched low in the front seat. "He must’ve joined the pursuit himself!"Sure enough, a black, expensive and fast car swerved into our rearview, cutting off one of his men and gaining in on us fast. A flash of silver caught the moonlight.The Rossi family crest."Goddamn it," Matteo growled. "He’s in the car. I know that bastard’s driving."More shots wer
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Chapter: CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY FIVEEli’s POVI woke to fingers shaking my shoulder, urgent and rough."Wake up, Elias. It’s time to go."My heart seized.That voice.Ricardo.I bolted upright, blinking in the dark. He stood over me, breathing hard, dirty and wild-eyed, as if he’d clawed his way out of hell itself."Ricardo?" I rasped, disbelief twisting in my chest. "You’re—""Alive," he cut in sharply. "No time for shock. Get dressed. Now."Matteo was up in a flash, gun drawn, the barrel pressed to Ricardo’s temple before I could even swing my legs off the bed."You bastard," Matteo snarled, thumb flicking the safety off. "You expect us to believe this? You—the rat who betrayed us? Who sold Eli to Silas? Impossible. No one escapes the Rossi dungeon."Luca appeared behind him, knife gleaming in the dim light. His expression was unreadable but deadly.Ricardo didn’t flinch. Didn’t even look at the gun in his face."I’ll explain when we’re out. If you want to live, move now. Or stay and die when Emilio finds you plotting
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Chapter: CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY FOURMatteo's povI knew the moment Eli told us about Prague that the clock had started ticking.A way to save him. To finally rip that chip out of his head without blowing him to pieces.It was hope and a death sentence if anyone else found out.Which was why Luca and I said nothing when Emilio appeared at breakfast the next morning, looking far too relaxed for a man who’d just been shot in the wrist hours earlier."Sleep well, principessa?" Emilio purred at Eli, sliding into the chair opposite him, like he hadn’t been raging twelve hours ago.Luca’s hand twitched beside me on the table, his thumb brushing the blade hidden under his sleeve. His expression was calm, lazy even but I knew better. He was tense, ready to strike.Eli didn't answer. His eyes flicked to me, hesitant and questioning.I gave him the slightest shake of my head.Not yet.Not here.Emilio grinned, pouring himself coffee. "Big plans today, boys? A little sightseeing? Or are you staying close, like good pets?"Luca smil
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Chapter: CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY THREEEli's povI didn’t know I was dreaming at first.It felt too real.The floor was cold under my bare feet. The walls stretched tall and endless, made of black stone slick with water. Shadows moved along the walls like they were alive. I heard whispers.Something was calling me.I moved forward, heart pounding fast in my chest. The air smelled of copper and rain. My hands brushed the walls, but they felt alive, warm and pulsing like skin.A low voice echoed through the dark.“Figlio mio…”I froze.That voice.I turned sharply.Luciano stood behind me.My father. Dressed in the same suit he’d worn on the day he died. His dark eyes gleamed, coldly.“Why are you here?” I asked.He smiled slowly. “Because you finally know the truth.”I staggered back, breath caught in my throat. “This is a dream. You’re dead.”His gaze burned into me. “Dead men don’t speak... unless their secrets remain locked away. I am a program. Only to be activated when you have found out.”The walls shifted. The stone
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Chapter: CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY TWOEli's povI spent the past couple of days sulking in my room.I was lying on the bed, flipping through the pages of some book I wasn’t even reading, when the door creaked open.I didn’t have to look up. I knew that quiet footsteps anywhere. Luca. And right behind him… the sharper, careless sound of boots striking the floor. Matteo.“Still sulking, Eli?” Matteo's voice was low, rough like gravel. The kind of sound that made my stomach tighten in warning and dark anticipation.They have been non stop touching since that day.I set the book down carefully, my throat dry. “What do you want?” I asked, forcing the edge into my voice that always made them smile. I liked the fire between us. So did they.We were ignoring the obvious tension that lay outside my door.For now at least.Luca came to the side of the bed, dressed all in black, his cold gaze raking over me. No words. Just that look. Matteo, on the other hand, stalked closer and grinned like the devil let loose.“We want to remind y
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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 FIFTY EIGHT (PRESTON'S POV)Preston waited near the abandoned house on the hilltop, the one that overlooked the Beckett estate from a hidden but elevated angle. It used to be a secret hideout for rich kids playing rebel with cigars and stolen champagne. Now it was sjust dusty and empty.He had a reason for choosing this location specifically.Elara arrived ten minutes late, wrapped in a long black coat and confusion on her face. The sun was beginning to set at this point and she looked even more beautiful in the setting light.“You said it was urgent,” she said, eyes narrowing, breath visible in the cooling evening air. “Did ivy do something to you? Did she—”“It’s not,” Preston cut her off gently. “Come inside. You’ll want to sit.”She hesitated.But something in his voice made her follow without questions.He led her to the back of the house where a makeshift table stood. On it was his laptop and the black drive. He quietly plugged it in and opened a folder that he had titled: The truth.“I’m sorry,” he said s
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Chapter: CHAPTER FIFTY SEVEN (PRESTON'S POV)It had taken him over a month.Thirty-seven days, to be exact.Preston knew because he’d marked every single one on a digital calendar that synced with three encrypted drives and a burner app disguised as a wellness tracker. Not that Ivy ever paid attention to his phone. She didn’t need to, she thought she owned him. That was her first mistake.The second?She finally trusted him.Or at least, she trusted him enough to hand him the keys to the kingdom: access to her computer.It hadn’t been difficult. A bullshit reason about securing her firewall after “detecting a breach attempt” had done the trick. He’d even tossed in some nonsense about a virus detection and endpoint encryption. Ivy had waved a manicured hand and muttered something about “handling it,” but in the end, she let him.“Don’t fuck anything up,” she’d said, her back turned as she walked away in that ridiculous silk robe and six-inch heels.He didn’t.Not outwardly.But behind the scenes? He’d burned through every defense
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Chapter: CHAPTER FIFTY SIX (ELARA'S POV)The sunlight filtered through the half-open curtains, warming the hardwood floor in the morning light. It was gentle, soft, as if the world knew it had witnessed something tender the night before and decided to ease into the day slowly.Elara stirred.Killian’s bed, no, not his bed, she reminded herself, a room in the house but gods, it smelled like him. That warm, musky scent of cedarwood and freshly washed sheets, the way his voice had sounded when he said she was the one thing he felt too deeply to draw… it had all stuck in her mind against her will.And to her skin.She shifted, a soft moan leaving her throat as soreness ached between her legs. A reminder. A claim for him in her.Stop it, she hissed internally. This is just another step. A phase. You’re not his. He’s the enemy. You’re playing him, remember?But then she looked down.She was wearing his shirt.A white,clean on which was oversized with the buttons half-done because her hands had trembled too much in the dark last
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Chapter: CHAPTER FIFTY FIVE (ELARA'S POV)The next morningThe sun filtered in through the tall windows, soft and golden, catching in the strands of Elara’s hair as she sat across from Killian at the breakfast table observing him. The clinking of silverware against china filled the silence, but he hadn’t spoken a word. Not once.Elara tried not to stare, but her eyes kept drifting toward him. His jaw was tight, movements clipped, his gaze never lifting from his plate. Her heart pounded like war drums beneath her chest. Did he know?Had he seen the coded messages she had been sending to Preston, the subtle shifts in her behavior, the too-careful questions she’d asked last night?Was he pulling away?Had she already failed?“Come with me,” he said suddenly, his voice low, unreadable.She blinked, startled. “What?”He stood, not waiting for her to follow, and walked toward the hall. For a moment she hesitated, her hands clenched in her lap, but then she rose, trailing after him with cautious steps. They walked through corridor
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Chapter: CHAPTER FIFTY FOUR (ELARA'S POV)The soft rustle of silk was the only thing she could hear through the quiet of Killian’s hallway as Elara stepped into the corridor. Her bare feet padded over the marble, her hair falling in soft waves down her back, and the neckline of her deep burgundy dress dipped just enough to command attention but still whisper elegance.Tonight, she wasn’t playing victim.She was going to be the instigator.Killian had been pacing the living room, phone to his ear, shirt sleeves rolled up, and that familiar scowl furrowing his brow. A man busy making moves, plotting Ivy’s ruin, shielding his own ambitions.He didn’t hear her approach until she spoke.“Are you always this intense when you’re working, Mr. Hayes?”Killian turned. His mouth parted slightly, and for a second, she caught it, the flicker in his eyes. Like hunger. Like lust.“Elara.” He blinked, ending the call mid-sentence without apology. “You… look different.”She gave a soft shrug. “Comfortable dresses don’t have to mean sweatpants
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Chapter: CHAPTER FIFTY THREE (PRESTON'S POV)Preston adjusted his shirt in the mirror of his penthouse suite, smoothing the collar with steady fingers even though his insides were taut with a tension he hadn’t felt in years. Ivy Beckett wasn’t the kind of woman you approached without preparation. She was callculating. Cold. Beautiful in the way a diamond was—sharp-edged, meant to cut.He slipped a small listening device behind his ear, secure beneath his cufflink a tiny recorder. Just in case.The elevator dinged, and he stepped inside, pressing the button for the underground lounge Ivy liked to conduct her "unofficial" meetings in. The ride was smooth, silent, and way too fast.He needed to be ready.Because if this worked, Elara would get everything she wanted and Killian would fall.But if he slipped... even once... Ivy would smell the betrayal like blood in the water.****She was already waiting when he arrived.Of course she was.Leaning elegantly against the red booth in a sheer black blouse and leather pants, red wine ba
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