“Tell me, my sweet Mila, do you want me to stop?” “No!” I gasp. “Good, because no matter what, no matter who walks in, I won't,” He promised. Killian Knight was many things, dangerous, a certified killer, devastatingly handsome, my father's business partner and married. He was not just off limits, he was forbidden, he was a sin and I was tempted enough to risk the hell fire. He was everything that could ruin me and my body, my mind and my soul; everything was ready for it. Mila Anderson’s life takes an unexpected turn when she succumbs to the magnetic allure of her father’s enigmatic and dangerous mafia associate. What she doesn’t know is that Killian Knight has the power to unravel everything she’s carefully built. One secret revealed could bring it all crashing down. For Killian, one night with Mila changes everything. She’s everything he desires, yet she comes with her own web of secrets—and he’s determined to uncover every single one.
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Stepmother, you mean, I wanted to say. Instead, I stood silently, my lips pressed into a thin line, as my father informed me that I had to go on this so-called weekend trip they had planned with his friend. I know why exactly this trip was planned and I would rather stay away from it. The plan is to go on a weekend getaway in the vacation house of My father’s dangerous, mafia friend. Killian Knight. If you’re smart, you stay out of his way. If you’re wise, you become his friend—if you can manage it, that is. I’ve never met him, only seen photos, but I know enough. And what I know is enough for me to decide that he is too dangerous and too close to my father for comfort. He kills people for a living, and I’ve decided I’d rather live my life without the constant threat of being snuffed out in my sleep. Besides, I can’t go on this little family-friendly trip. I’ll never have an opportunity like this again: three days alone, unsupervised. There are things I need to do and people to expose. “But Father…” “No buts!” I refrained from rolling my eyes. From the corner of my eye, I saw Adeline—my dearest stepmother—wearing a smug expression. She tried her best to suppress it in front of my father. She wants this, she wants to secure her son's position as the next chairperson of Anderson Cooperate Empire and also doesn't let anyone know that she is stealing my rights. The look on my father’s face told me it was pointless to argue. I am so not in the mood to play Happy Family charade. “Understood,” I said, trying my best not to roll my eyes or give a sigh. I think I partially lost in the end. “Don’t look like I’ve just killed your cat. This is a family vacation, and Mr. Knight and his wife have so graciously chosen to host us. I don’t want anyone backing out. We’ll enjoy it like a family,” he said, his rough voice sounding like he had something stuck in his throat. “Yes, my dear, we most certainly will,” Adeline added, placing her hand over his in what seemed like a loving gesture. My father smiled at her sweetly. I held back my gag reflex. “I’ll excuse myself, Father.” He nodded without looking at me, and I slowly walked out of the study. The devil’s spawn—my stepbrother—was leaning against the wall, waiting with a smirk on his face. I was sure he was there to gloat over my failed attempt to escape this hell trip. “Told you it’d never work. Father holds the Knights in high regard, and Mr. Knight invited the whole family, little sis,” he sneered. “It’s bold of you to assume I consider you family,” I shot back. “Be careful, sister. If Father hears you talking like that…” He put a hand to his chest in mock injury, then his expression darkened as he cocked his head. “You’ll be out of here.” I gave him no response to his obvious threat. It was a threat that could very well come true any of these days considering my 21st birthday day is exactly one month away. It will be my end or I will be free from this prison I am forced to call home. I slipped away down the hallway, past the lobby, and toward the giant staircase leading to the South Wing of the mansion. This is the Andersons’ ancestral house. My father, Tommen Anderson, is the third-generation Chairman of Anderson Group Of Companies, a multinational company worth over $3 trillion. As his firstborn, I am technically the heir to this corporate empire. But if my stepmother’s scheming works, my stepbrother might end up taking over the company. I remember it quite clearly when this legacy became a shackle to me. “Only an Anderson will sit on this chair. You must promise me, Mila,” my grandfather said when he first made me sit on the chairman’s chair behind the large, old mahogany desk at Anderson Tech’s headquarters. I was ten years old and had only recently learned that I was an Anderson. I still remember him kneeling in front of me, looking me in the eye as I sat in the highest chair at Anderson Tech. His light sea green eyes—Anderson's eyes, the same eyes I see in the mirror every day— were cold, just like my father. “You are the only valid candidate,” I didn't know what to think until it became clear that I had just transferred from an iron cage - my orphanage to a golden one - the Anderson Mansion. He was nothing but a jailer. Two years later, he passed away. This weekend was supposed to be my lone opportunity to act without Adeline or Nicolai breathing down my neck. Three consecutive days… but d*mn her for playing the perfect mother, pretending to care. For five years, I’ve been careful with every move I make. All anyone knows about me is that I’m an introverted art history student at New York University with massive social anxiety. A simple girl who thought she was an orphan and is now just grateful to have a family. Adeline wants to control my every move. She’s no fool, though. She knows she has nothing concrete on me. She has always played the part of a concerned mother. I have seen her actual colors. I will not be waiting for that side to come up again. My plans will have to wait. I packed my bag, and the next morning, we were on our way. My father and stepmother rode in the Mercedes, while I was stuck with my stepbrother, Nicolas, and half-sister, Francesca, in the BMW. “It’s been a while since we went to the beach. I’m excited!” Francesca—or Franny, as she insisted we call her—gushed. I like her, surprisingly. She’s not annoying. But I hate her hair—the glossy platinum blonde she inherited from her mother. It fell in perfect waves and looked even more angelic paired with the peach beach dress she was wearing. Her light green eyes, though, were like mine, like my father’s, like my grandfather’s. She is Anderson, after all. Probably the only one who didn't look at me like I was a stranger. I opened my phone, put in my earbuds, and watched a text pop onto the screen. Are you coming today? Later. When? 3 d. D*mn. Yeah, yeah. You and I both. We left the chaotic rhythm of New York City behind, merging onto the highway as the skyline faded in the rearview mirror. The air changed—cleaner, tinged with salt. A few hours later, we pulled into the Hamptons and parked in front of a grand beach house. The car came to a halt, and I pulled my Airpods out. As I stepped out, the scent of sea salt filled my senses. If I had to find one redeeming quality about this trip, it was this view. I’d endure the monotonous gathering just for this. “This is so beautiful!” Franny gushed again. I glanced at the property where we’d be spending the weekend. A wide, wraparound porch supported by white pillars overlooked the dunes, while tall, arched windows reflected the fading sunlight. Sprawling gardens surrounded the house, with perfectly manicured lawns stretching toward the sand. Vibrant flower beds lined the walkways, and mature trees cast dappled shadows over a stone fountain at the center of the property. The estate radiated timeless elegance—a true sanctuary. Nicolai stepped out of the car, groaning dramatically as he put on his sunglasses. “It’s too hot,” he whined, tugging at the collar of his bright red shirt. A red shirt on a beach trip—typical. I shook my head, slipping my phone and earbuds into my backpack and shutting the car door. Still, my gaze lingered on the spectacular view. What would it be like to call a place like this your own? “Oh, well, we were waiting for you!” An elegant woman in a white beach dress stepped onto the porch. She was lean, with an A-line figure and a height that gave her a commanding presence. Her warm smile, framed by red-painted lips, greeted my parents. “Kate, thank you for having us,” Adeline said, performing one of those air kisses high-class women exchange. Kate followed up with a light kiss on my father’s cheek. “How are you, Kate? It’s been a while,” my father said in what I assumed was his version of a charming tone. “I’m great. Killian and I have been looking forward to this.” “Where is my friend—” As if on cue, our host stepped onto the porch. Khaki pants. A dark blue, fitted shirt that emphasized his broad shoulders and lean, muscular arms. He ran his hands through his hair, dark and tousled, gleaming under the sunlight. My breath hitched when his eyes locked on mine.“I don’t think Killian knows, Mila.” Jina’s words rang quietly in my ears. It took me a moment to process the possibilities. I grabbed her arm and started pulling her away from the corner. “We can’t talk about this here.” We walked in the opposite direction of the training rooms, heading toward Killian’s office.The moment we were inside, I shut the door and turned, pinning her with my gaze. To her credit, she looked composed. “What do you mean Killian doesn’t know?”There was supposed to be an interrogation of these people after the supposed… elimination. As horrible as it is to think about, I’d rather the people trying to kill me didn’t survive. But directly getting rid of them doesn’t help us achieve our goals.“From the moment I told Kate about my solid grounding of Derek and Jessica being in Tommen’s fold while he was here, Kate confronted them immediately. The next thing I know, there’s a knife in their hearts and their bodies are caught by two other people before they can ev
In a way, I think I always knew. How, after a few protests and one conversation, he let me go — he was not that worried about Tommen, and the ones he is truly keeping an eye on are not going to expose themselves so easily. I am not their target.“So these recruiters are the main focus of your trap and Tommen is on board with them?”“They are humouring Tommen as of now, since he has now lost the support of the Mengs.”That stopped me in my tracks. “Our plan worked?”“Meng Shao doesn’t have Tommen yet, but Christen Meng is officially off the radar.”“But Tommen is still out of reach.”The corner of Killian’s eye twitched a little at the reminder.“I have to admit, even I see what is going on, but I still don’t know where this is going.”Recruiters are the key to it now — at least that was clear.To this I was met only with silence for a reply, and somehow, when I looked up at Killian I saw a hesitation in his eyes before he masked it quickly, and it made me wonder: what does Killian wa
The first thing I felt in the morning was something warm, soft, and tender pressing on my temple. For once I was not cold as I started to gain consciousness. I dreamed Killian was beside me and, for once, he wasn’t accusing me of anything; I was warmly entrapped in his embrace, his grip iron-clad. I hummed as the warm, soft kiss trailed down my cheek. Am I still dreaming? I wondered.I sighed and chased that feeling when it reached my lips; my hands flew to where it was coming from. When they found something solid and hard, my eyes flew open—this was not a dream. Purely on instinct I threw the figure off me, pushing him down on the bed and ready to jam my fist, but he was too fast and caught it in a tight grip.The sleepy fog cleared from my brain and my vision sharpened. I took in the striking, handsome face and the dark eyes looking at me, something twinkling in them—concern, and a bit of amusement too.But I was more shocked. Didn’t he say he wouldn’t come here?Then a memory flash
The red light reflected through the glass wall, almost blinding me. I followed the reflection with squinting eyes, trying to make sense through all the noise, and my gaze fell down to see the light was coming from the tiny little spots beneath the glass, and then it clicked. Motion detectors. The guards were not here, so they activated motion detectors. I touched the glass wall that I could barely make out, now illuminated, making it clear this is the place. I have to find a way to disable the security system. There was no door and not any visible entrance, but I am sure the room is on the other side. I heard footsteps, and my heartbeat rang in my ear frantically. I have to get out of here. I slipped past the medical wing, and there are some advantages studying the structure of this place since I got here. I know how to take shortcuts from here to Killian and my quarters. At least all that running was paying off. By the time I was in my room, I hadn’t broken a sweat. I sighed a
Today was a shooting practice. Now, this part I thought I would enjoy, maybe because I was already good at it. The late-night training Jina pushed Misha to get me seems now will be worth it. Jina’s aim was decent at best, all her skill went into fighting, but this—this I was good at.My smugness was, however, short-lived.“Doesn’t matter what you have learned so far, forget all of it,” he said while handing me the gun. I rolled my eyes.“Don’t roll your eyes at me.”That just made me do it one more time. He huffed, one of those tired, insufferable huffs before he started to show me how to stand, correct my posture. I followed his instruction to the T.I raised my gun to the black sheet target several feet away and pulled the trigger. He watched me from behind and, no matter how correct my target hit, he would just say, “Again.”I lost count how many rounds happened and my shoulder started to ache. I didn’t wait for his “again” anymore. I kept reloading the gun and kept shooting until,
“Tommen got away again.”I closed my eyes, dread digging deep in the pit of my stomach. I don’t know how I should feel about this. There is one side that wants to get to him as soon as possible; on the other side, if Killian comes to know the full truth of him— I shuddered at the possibility.“Mila,” Killian’s voice coaxed me out of my thoughts. I can imagine the tenderness in his eyes, god, I want to see him.“Yes.”“Are you alright?” He asked“Yes,” I said softly, reassuringly but I can not muster anything.“I am sorry.”My heart clenched at his tone“Why are you apologizing?” I frowned.“I believe I have been a bit of over-confident,”“There is so many things we don’t know Killian,” I said, “I am not making your life any easier. You are doing a fine job, but he was hiding his true identity for two decades. It won’t be easy to catch him,” I said.This is also concerning. He manages to be one step ahead of us every time. Like he always knows where and when we are coming, or he knew
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