Chapter: Blood, sweat and tears Adrik’s Pov The air in the room was thick with dread, the weight of unspoken words very heavy. Diana sat silently by the wall, her face blotchy from crying, eyes swollen and red, the sounds of her sniffing filling the now quiet room. Sergei stood near the door like a statue, ready to move at my slightest command. Marco sat opposite me, his shoulders slumped, hands folded together like he was waiting for a verdict from God Himself. And across from me— Serafather Vincenzo paced like a caged animal, running his hands through his hair over and over. I barely looked at him at first. I couldn’t. If I did, I wasn’t sure I wouldn’t rip his throat out with my bare hands. “You cannot step down,” Marco said quietly but firmly, breaking the suffocating silence. “You do, and Viktor wins without firing a single bullet. The Vory fractures. Alliances crumble. Blood floods the streets again.” I laughed even though what he said held no humor. It only pissed me off more. “Blood is alread
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Chapter: A slow moving toxin ADRIK’S POV “Long time, no see… friend.” The voice was deep, gruff, and heavily accented. It sounded familiar, so familiar that the hairs at the back of my neck rose. “Aoki,” I spat,my grip tightening on the phone. The warehouse went still. Sergei’s head snapped up, Vincenzo turned to me while Marco straightened in his chair. “You’ve got a talent for always ending up on my bad side.” A low chuckle echoed down the line. “Awww, is this about your wedding? I was just pissed you didn't send me an invite, so I decided to send a little souvenir.” My blood pulsed. Aoki and I had been at loggerheads for years. He had been behind the explosion at my wedding, had tried to bury me but failed. I had retaliated by blowing up two of his warehouses. I thought he knew better than to come for me again but I guess I was wrong. “This won’t end well for you Aoki, I'm going to kill you,” I growled He let out a laugh. “Careful Adrik. You’ll hurt my feelings. But no, I’m not calling about
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Chapter: Stay strong my princessSERAFINA My eyes slowly fluttered open but my lids felt so heavy I could barely keep them open. A searing headache sliced through my skull so hard I almost blacked out again. I glanced around and my brows furrowed as I tried to make sense of my surroundings.The room was dusty, damp and dimly lit. A single window sat high on the wall, far out of reach while the metal door was bolted shut. Cold air bit at my skin and I shivered. I was tied to a metal chair and my wrists and ankles burned where coarse rope bit into them every time I shifted. Tears burned at the back of my eyes but I quickly blinked them back. No, don't cry Sera. You need to stay strong. The hinges groaned and the door opened with a low creak. A man stepped in, he was broad-shouldered, with eyes that were dark and menacing. The air seemed to cling to him with every step that he took and there was something unhinged in his grin like a wolf sniffing blood. “Well, look who’s awake,” he said, his accent thic
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Chapter: Long time no see friendSERAFINA’S POV The helicopter smelt of fuel and sweat. The sound of the rotors was so loud they rattled my teeth, but even with the noise, I could still hear my own heartbeat pounding in my skull. I sat wedged between two masked men,a shiver running down my spine as my hands shook. I glanced down at my wrists. They were sore and bruised due to the zip ties used to restrain me. I felt sick, really sick. Diana. God, where was Diana? I should have waited until we got home. Why did I push her to come to the restroom? Why now, of all times? If anything happened to her because of me— My stomach knotted. I tried to breathe, but the air in the cabin was stale. The last thing I remembered was going to the restroom with Diana and then the sudden appearance of two men, the sharp smell of chemicals as they placed a napkin over my nose. The man beside me , the one who’d shoved a knife to my throat on the tarmac, kept a gloved hand clenched around my upper arm as he said something i
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Chapter: From fear or rageADRIK’S POV This was the second time tonight I’d ignored my gut and it had cost me. Badly. The Mercedes shot off the side street like a missile, the tires screaming as I jerked it onto the main road and Sergei’s hand shot out to brace himself.In the back seat, Marco and Vincenzo were still shouting over each other like angry crows. My pulse hammered against my chest as I thought of all the things that could go wrong. “Eyes left!” Sergei barked, pointing. “That’s them!” “I can see, I’m not blind!” I snapped. My throat burned from holding the panic that was trying to claw up. The first mistake was letting those two men get in my car in the first place. The second was not trusting my instincts at the warehouse. Now my men were chasing left, I was chasing right — and I had no clue which held Serafina. The lead car was already vanishing down the road. A second sedan had joined the chase and tried to block us, swerving like a drunk driver was behind the wheel. Sergei let out
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Chapter: To save my wifeADRIk’S POV My fingers clenched around the tiny, blood-smeared diamond earring. For a second, all I could do was stare at it, my vision swimming, rage pounding through my skull. Serafina… My entire world had been taken. Then it hit me like a punch to the gut. I remembered fastening these earrings on her, telling her that they were custom made.What she didn’t know was that the diamond setting hid a micro-tracker. My breath caught. If this one’s here… the other one’s still on her. “Sergei!” I roared, already running as I shoved past panicked guests, who were heading towards the exit. He spun toward me, his hand hovering near his weapon. “Adrik?” “There’s a tracker in her earring! Have you seen my phone?” Sergei dug into his jacket and yanked it out, the same phone I’d dropped when the screaming started. I snatched it from his hand, my fingers slick with Vladimir’s blood as I unlocked the encrypted app. The screen lit up, and my heart kicked hard against my ribs. A pulsi
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Chapter: Package manipulation as concernZOE’S POV I watched as Elijah Burke walked out of Julian’s office, the door clicking softly behind him. For a second, I thought he would walk straight past but he didn't. His gaze landed on me instead—bold and assessing. Not the kind of look you brushed off easily. It felt… intentional. Like he wasn’t just seeing me, but reading me. Something about it made my spine stiffen. He slowed, then stopped right in front of my desk. “Zoella,” he said. It wasn't a question but a statement. My fingers tightened slightly around the pen in my hand. “Yes… Mr Burke.” A faint smile touched his lips, but it didn’t reach his eyes.“I watched your presentation yesterday.” I kept looking at him, because truthfully I didn't know what to say to that. “You handled yourself well.” It was a compliment that should have made me feel flattered but for some reason it didn't.. “Thank you,” I said, keeping my voice steady. His gaze lingered on me for a second longer than necessary. Then
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Chapter: Better suits and worse lies JULIAN’S POV “Mr Hart. Elijah Burke is here to see you.” I looked up to see Maureen, my temporary assistant, standing at the door, her hand resting against the frame. I had been neck-deep in reports from the campaign launch—an undeniable success, despite the one complication the media refused to let go of. Parker. His very public dismissal had already begun to circulate, twisted into narratives I didn’t particularly care for: corporate ruthlessness, abuse of power, internal conflict. Pick your poison. It had taken two hours with my PR team to contain it and get the right story out. Two hours I wouldn’t be getting back. And now this. I leaned back in my chair slowly, pressing my thumb against my temple. Of all the people I didn’t have time for today, Elijah Burke with his political propositions topped the list. The man had a talent for showing up exactly where he wasn’t wanted—and a habit of pushing until he got what he came for. “I don’t remember scheduling a m
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Chapter: I’m not delusional ZOE’S POV “And then, next thing I knew—Parker was being dragged off the stage, shouting, ‘This isn’t right!’ and ‘You made a mistake!’ like that was going to save him.” “What?!” Lani shrieked, nearly dropping the comb in her hand. A client sitting under the dryer turned to look at us, mildly alarmed. Lani didn’t care. “Oh my God—that is wild!” she continued, bursting into laughter as she bent forward, clutching her stomach. “No, wait—wait don’t tell me, was he crying too?” I laughed, shaking my head as I slid into the salon chair. “Not crying. But he was definitely panicking.” “Same thing,” she waved it off. “I would have paid real money to see his face in that moment. I know it must’ve been priceless.” I shook my head as I wiped the corner of my eyes. “You’re terrible.” “Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it.” she chided. “I didn’t,” I said automatically—then paused. …Okay, maybe a little. A small smile tugged at my lips. “I was too
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Chapter: The right person for this THE NEXT DAY — WOLFE CAMPAIGN LAUNCH ZOE’S POV The energy in the air was… overwhelming. That was the only word I could think of to describe it. The Wolfe campaign rally had drawn a massive crowd of supporters, media houses, investors, stakeholders—everyone packed into the open field, their voices rising in waves as they chanted Damian Wolfe’s name. “Wolfe! Wolfe! Wolfe!” I stood with the rest of the team near the front line, my hands clasped tightly in front of me, trying to look and feel composed but it wasn’t working. My heart hadn’t stopped racing since I got here. Every sound felt amplified and every movement caught my attention. I exhaled slowly, forcing my shoulders to relax. You’re fine, Zoe. Nothing has happened. Yet. But that was the problem, wasn’t it? Something was going to happen. I could feel it. Like a storm building under my skin. From the corner of my eye, I caught movement—and then I saw Parker. He was standing a few feet away with the
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Chapter: No longer your problem JULIAN’S POV Zoe stood just inside my office door, her phone still in her hand, her posture stiff. Her breathing was uneven, like she had been having a panic attack. She looked scared and nervous. And it pissed me off to see her that way. “What do you mean you’re the target?” The words came out with a hint of anger as I pushed the door open and stepped inside, shrugging off my jacket. She turned to me.“I—I overheard him,” she said quickly, folding her hands in front of her. “In the break room. He was on the phone and—” “Slow down.” I moved behind my desk and took a seat, forcing my tone into something more controlled.. She needed me to be calm even if I wasn’t feeling it. “Start from the beginning.” She swallowed, nodding. “I went to get coffee. I didn’t even mean to listen but… I heard his voice and I just—” she hesitated, then exhaled. “He said I didn’t know anything. That even if I suspected something, it wouldn’t matter.” My jaw tightened, my fingers mo
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Chapter: Got alot going onZOE’S POV I walked into the office building on Monday morning, fully ready for the new week. Or at least that’s what I told myself. My body still ached in places I didn't know could ache and my mind kept flashing back to all the filthy, nasty things Julian had done to me over the weekend. We had awoken hours later and then he had proceeded to fuck me again till I was too weak to walk. He had to carry me out to the car cradled in his arms while Aaron gave us a knowing smirk. I shook my head as if that would dispel the memories but it didn’t , it only made it worse. A small, involuntary smile tugged at my lips before I forced it away, straightening my shoulders as I approached the elevator. Focus, Zoe. Work. Normalcy. “Morning, Zoe. Looking good today.” I looked up to see Mason leaning casually against the wall beside the elevator, his usual easy smile already in place. Oh. Mason. Predictable, safe, and normal Mason.Everything Julian wasn’t. He had been
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