LOGINAuthor's POV
Emerald frowned when Egon walked towards her, she could see the jealousy in his eyes.
"Are you free tonight?"
She asked the man and made sure that Egon heard.
"No, he is not..."
He glared at the man.
"You can leave."
He ordered and the man quickly stepped away, knowing he shouldn't mess with him.
Emerald noticed how he was ordering people around. She was about to leave, but he grabbed her and pulled her into a dance.
She looked around when he grabbed her by the waist and forced her to sway at the rhythm.
"What are you doing? People are watching!"
She gritted.
"So?"
He swirled her around.
"You were enjoying dancing with that man. Why not me?"
She rolled her eyes.
"It's none of your business."
"Try it again and I'll tell you how much of it is my business... Trust me, you don't want to see!"
He warned, pulling her closer like they would almost kiss.
She took a deep breath annoyingly.
"What the hell do you want?"
"Everything!"
He whispered in her ear.
Emerald gulped at his confidence, she noticed how people were looking at them. She has never seen people so curious about her.
She has no idea that it's very strange for the people; they know them as enemies, and no one was expecting them to dance together.
She tried to leave, but he pulled her closer again. She closed her eyes when his face touched her cheek.
No matter what, it's hard to resist his alluring scent. And the way he was holding her from leaving, she was lowkey liking it.
"You have my shirt!"
He teased when she gave up and responded to his dance.
"So? You are rich, you shouldn't complain about it."
She mocked.
He smirked, now she was playing. He loves it when she talks to him. Only he knows how he survived without this beautiful voice.
"You are looking stunning tonight."
He couldn't stop admiring her.
Emerald's heart fluttered when he said that. There was no mischievousness in his voice, he was purely admiring her.
"Your girlfriend won't like it..."
"Hmm?"
He frowned confused.
"Don't be so innocent. You purchased a necklace, of course, you have a girl."
She scowled.
"I know men like you."
He smiled at her hidden jealousy.
"Of course I have a girl in my life... And you are right, this necklace is for her... She is dear to me."
"Then what are you doing with me... You are ridiculous."
She had a hint somewhere that he was lying to mock her, but she couldn't control her reaction.
"Don't test me, I can really murder you someday."
"Are you jealous?"
He teased her.
"My ass!"
She scoffed.
"Are you sure? I mean she is coming tomorrow, will you be able to work around her?"
He said, and Emerald's heart sank, but she cleared her throat.
"It doesn't affect me for your kind information."
She replied, thinking she wanted to make him jealous, but here he is succeeding.
"I am bored... Bye!
Egon chuckled when she stormed away.
"I'll teach you how to make people jealous my wild cat!... You will be punished for making me jealous tonight."
Emerald went home with a sour mood.
"What's wrong, Ema?"
"Mom, he has a girl"
She shook her head.
"Ohh!"
Martina couldn't understand what game he was playing but she trusted him with their relationship.
"That's interesting!"
"Seriously?"
She huffed.
"You said he is interested in me and that's why he is doing it..."
"Trust the process, baby... Just continue showing him that you don't care and he will follow. Trust me!"
Martina encouraged.
"You know what? I honestly don't care now. He can go to hell... I am withdrawing!"
She stormed towards her room.
"Jesus! These two will never stop having adventures."
Martina huffed.
The next morning, Emerald was bacatin his house for work.
"I have a girl!"
She mocked to herself.
"Bastard! I am telling her that he kissed me, let's see how his dear girl reacts."
She smirked evilly to herself and entered.
"You are gone, Mr Mafia!"
She entered and went to his study to give him updates on the work, only to find him with the girl. Her heart shattered when she saw him kissing her head. She stood there with a broken heart as he touched that girl's cheek and looked at her lovingly.
She noticed Emerald and nudged Egon.
"You have a visitor!"
Egon looked at Emerald and smirked. Emerald looked at the girl from head to toe. She was stunning, with a perfectly fit body like God had carved her out of stone. Sharp muscles and a glowing face. She was beautiful.
"Sorry to disturb you, but here's the update..."
She placed the file on the desk calmly, recalling that her mother told her to hide her feelings.
Egon couldn't understand how she was so calm.
"What are you doing today?"
"Ripping off your old walls... Hope you are not hiding dead bodies there."
She smiled sweetly at him.
The girl beside them suppressed her amused smile.
"You don't worry about bodies..."
Egon grabbed the file.
"Until I make one!"
She mumbled to herself.
"What did you say?"
He frowned.
"Nothing!"
She faked a smile.
Her eyes fell on the girl again and saw the same necklace around her neck that Egon had brought last night. She realised that she was actually important to him and sighed, thinking maybe she was trying in vain.
She smiled at the girl and walked out.
"What is she doing here? What are you trying to do now?"
She asked Egon.
"I thought you two had separated."
He nodded.
"It's hard! I want her again. This time for a lifetime."
She nodded.
"I hope you have analysed the circumstances... By the way, she looked jealous. Does she know that I am____"
"Just play along... She will burst soon!"
He chuckled.
"You want her to confess?"
She watched him amused.
"I want her to remember!"
He looked guilty.
Emerald was still thinking about the girl.
"Who is she?"
"Me?"
The girl was standing behind her.
Author’s POVYears had passed, yet time had failed to soften the legacy of Egon and Emerald. Their empire was stronger than ever, feared by the underworld, respected by allies, untouched by enemies. Their castle was rebuilt stone by stone, not as a reminder of their wounds but as a monument of their victory over destiny.What destiny meant for destruction, they turned into forever.And the world watched them with the same disbelief even now the two villains who were destined to destroy each other… chose to build a kingdom together.The ocean breeze still roared against the cliff walls, just like the night they reunited. But now, the castle didn’t echo grief. It echoed laughter, command, and absolute power… especially from the new heir they raised.Ragnar Bismarck.The one who carried both thrones in his blood.Sixteen years old, the age when most boys were still discovering themselves. Ragnar already knew who he was. Trained in martial arts since he could walk, he moved like a predato
Author's POV No one in the criminal underworld, not a even single soul would have ever imagined this day would arrive.Not in this lifetime at least.If someone had dared to suggest that Egon Bismarck, the infamous Mafia King, the man whose silence was deadlier than gunfire would one day stand at an altar… waiting for his bride?They would’ve been mocked.Ridiculed.Shot for their stupidity.And if anyone had claimed that the Queen, the woman forged from violence, vengeance, and unbreakable will walk down an aisle in a breathtaking gown, ready to offer her heart to the man she once swore to ruin?People would’ve placed bets on her blood before her vows.Yet here they were! Not enemies. Not rivals. Not predators circling each other anymore.Just two villains in love, a love that should’ve destroyed them long before it saved them.And the world had absolutely no idea what to do with that.Every major crime lord, assassin syndicate, cartel head, and underground monarch filled the cathed
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Author's POV The ocean was about to witness their reunion again.Egon’s lips crashed onto hers with a hunger that had been rotting in his chest for far too long. It wasn’t a kiss — it was a claim, a scream, a desperate pull of two halves that had been cut apart and finally slammed back together. Emerald clutched his shirt with trembling fingers, dragging him impossibly closer, like she wanted to pull him under her skin.He groaned into her mouth, a raw, broken sound that betrayed every night he spent missing her. His body pressed into hers as the waves curled around them, cool on their skin, nothing compared to the heat rising between them.Her hands cupped his jaw, fingers shaking as they memorised him again — the stubble, the sharp lines, the warmth that had once been her home.“Egon…” she whispered against his lips, breath trembling.He closed his eyes like her voice hurt him. “Say it again,” he murmured, forehead resting on hers. “I’ve forgotten how to breathe without it.”She di
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