LOGINRiya Lance was born into power but never freedom. Daughter of a ruthless hotel tycoon and heir to a fading fashion empire, her life was nothing but a cage wrapped in gold. That cage shattered the night she stood before all and declared her divorce, blowing apart the merger that bound her family to the feared Moreau dynasty. She was betrayed, ambushed, and thrown into the sea. She should have died. Instead, she survived; scarred, with broken memories and a burning need for revenge. With new allies in the shadows, Riya rose again, building herself into a ghost powerful enough to strike back. But the deeper she digs, the darker the truth becomes. The Moreaus were only pawns. The true mastermind is the Don; an unseen hand tied to her near death experience, her father’s sins, and the only man she ever trusted: Mateo Rutherfurd. Once her guide. Now her rival. As empires crumble and buried secrets rise, Riya must choose; between love and vengeance, blood and freedom. Because reclaiming her legacy will cost her everything… and survival may demand an unbelievable sacrifice.
View MoreRiya's pov The air around the entrance corridor went from tense to brittle and the hum of hidden machinery seemed to grow louder.“Are you…” Mateo’s voice came out low, without hiding the edge beneath, and his tired but sharply focused eyes slid past me and locked onto Nova. “…holding her against her will?”Nova didn’t flinch. If anything, a spark of challenge lit in her cool gaze, and she leaned forward, just in a fraction. “And what if I am?”I felt my stomach drop. Oh, please, Nova, I screamed internally, clenching my teeth so hard my jaw ached. Don’t make things more difficult than they already are.I saw Mateo’s chest rise and fall with a deep, steadying breath as he returned his gaze towards me, before shifting his weight, preparing to step forward—into the space, forcing me to act on pure instinct.“Wait.” I shot my arm out, facing my palm flat toward him. He stopped, widening his eyes slightly in surprise and the sight of my own hand, trembling just a little, suspended in th
Riya's Pov“Do I let him in?”Nova’s flat voice cut through the dizzying static in my head, dragging me back from a whirlpool of memories.“Huh? Wha…?” I blinked twice, parting my lips, but no sound came out all because the grainy monitor image of him, squinting in the floodlights, had been seared onto the back of my eyelids.She stood upright, leaned the heavy sniper rifle gently against the iron-plated wall with a soft clink of metal on metal, then she turned to face me fully, crossing her arms. “Well? Do I let him in?”My eyes darted from her face to the monitor and back again while a nervous energy fizzed under my skin. “Well… my eyes darted side to side… Why are you asking me?”“Duh.” She placed a hand on her hip, tilting her head, arching a single, perfectly shaped eyebrow. “Didn’t you just call him ‘Mateo’?”Heat rushed to my cheeks. “Oh.” My voice lowered to a murmur. “You heard that?”“So?” She took a step closer, and the red strobe light flashed across her features. “Make up
Riya's pov “No.” She tapped a monitor displaying a wireframe map of the surrounding area, and a single, blinking red dot pulsed at the edge of the property line. “Anyone who enters the perimeter of this space that isn’t holding the access card, or isn’t with someone who holds it, is tagged as an intruder. The system doesn’t make mistakes.” She finally turned to look at me, and the hard certainty in her eyes extinguished my last bit of hope. “And besides… It’s still too early for any of them to return. Way too early.”Now the sterile, safe space suddenly felt like a glass box in a shooting gallery. “So…” I blinked, darting my eyes to the dark, reinforced windows, then back to her as I clutched my hands tightly against my chest. “So… what do we do?”“We have to lock the whole place down.” She was already typing, executing commands, and before long, a series of heavy, mechanical clunks echoed through the building as external blast doors engaged.“But we don’t know who they are yet,” I
Riya's PovWith everyone gone, the massive living space felt hollow followed by an industrial kind of silence, broken only by the low hum of server racks and the frantic, rhythmic click-clack of a keyboard. The air smelled of ozone, stale coffee, and the faint, sweet scent of Nova’s perfume—a stark contrast to the cold concrete and exposed ductwork as I hovered in the doorway, feeling out of place. Across the room, Nova's silhouette sat against the glow of multiple monitors, facing her back to me, with this posture of a perfect curve of concentration.“Where’s Momma?” Nova's voice sounded too small, swallowed by the space without turning, and her fingers never stopped dancing across the keyboard, forming the sound of a staccato ballet on mechanical switches.“Oh… um… She left with the others.” I took a tentative step inside, squeaking my sneakers softly on the polished concrete as I drifted closer, drawn to the constellation of screens. On the central monitor, a stream of cryptic s
Mateo's Pov Pulling the trigger caused a soft, pneumatic phfft, sending the tiny, dart-like projectile, loaded with a fast-acting neuro-inhibitor, across the room and embedding itself in the soft spot just above the closer brute's collarbone.His hand flew to his neck as a grunt of surprise escape
Mateo's Pov Using a small, all-directional arrow button on the palm of my glove, I directed the drone, turned the hologram and made it sprinted back through the billowing smoke and out through the blasted hole where half the gate used to be."Hey! Why are you running?" The lead guard’s bravado was
Mateo's Pov Sloane stopped the car short, crunching the tires softly on the gravel a few meters away, hidden by a dense thicket of trees that lined the perimeter of Dhaval's estate, and the imposing iron gates were just a dark silhouette in the distance. I extended my arm to the back seat, closin
"Love..."Serena continued to peer at the far island as it shrank into a mere dot on the vast, dark canvas of the ocean, and I blinked, leaning slightly forward, thinking I had misheard. "L... Love?""Yes. Love." She rested her chin on her palm, propping her elbow on the ferry's edge.The word felt






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