Se connecterEmerald's POV
His locket threw me back to the horror he made me experience.
Suddenly the flashback was stronger and clearer like I am standing there, watching what he did to me.
"Bored, Emerald?"
His deep voice almost made me sob but I gulped it down.
I took a deep breath as I stared down, clutching my dress on my knees tightly for my dear life.
"I know you are, I am bored too so came here to play with you."
His voice was pure evil, he was mocking me.
"Eyes on me!"
I flinched when he ordered in a harsh tone.
I took a non-noticable deep breath and slowly looked up, trying to look as lifeless as I could to him, but his faint smirk told me that he saw little life in my Emerald eyes, and it's not good.
He will do anything to snatch life out of my soul, that's his vengeance.
My lifeless eye contact gave him unexplainable satisfaction.
"Tell me, Emerald... Do you wish for freedom?"
This is the ridiculous game I was talking about, I know he won't be letting me go.
He was evil, pure evil. He was enjoying my pain.
"Emerald, look at me..."
I was pulled back from the flashback when he called me.
I sat up with the jolting speed and covered myself with bedsheets.
"Who are you?"
I was trembling in horror.
"It's you, the monster in my dreams is you, Egon."
"Calm down, I am not hurting you... Relax!"
He looked worried, clearly different from the man I saw in my nightmare. That Egon was scary.
"I love you, I am not going to hurt you..."
He cautiously placed his hand on my thigh and gently approached me.
"You know me, my love."
I closed my eyes, what's happening to me. Why my mind is so confused. Is it playing tricks with me.
Why I am seeing Egon in my flashbacks, is it because I think too much about him.
I have never met him in the past, Ruby would have told me. Then why?
My mind is fucked, it's definitely playing with me. Egon can never hurt me. He loves me.
I looked at him defeated.
"I don't know what's happening? Please help me."
I sobbed.
He sighed in relief and embraced me. I hugged him tightly.
"It's okay, everything is fine."
He rubbed my back.
I didn't realize when I slipped into the darkness, I was too tired to even think now.
In the morning when I opened my eyes, Egon wasn't beside me. His side was empty. I looked around and saw him standing by the window.
I slide on his shirt and hugged him from behind. His hard muscles relaxed under my touch and he placed hand on my hold around his torso.
"Did you sleep well?"
I smiled when he turned around and pecked my lips.
"I am sorry for last night. I ruined our first time."
He didn't look pleased with my apology.
"This is the last time I am warning you to not apologize for this thing."
"I don't know what's happening to me and why I am getting flashbacks suddenly..."
I sighed.
"It's just too confusing... And why would I see your face there."
"It's okay, you will be fine with time... Go frehsen up and come down for breakfast."
He kissed my head and I nodded.
After breakfast I saw Egon training in the backyard. His bullets were hitting the board on the spot back to back.
My eyes traveled on his muscles which were glowing under the soft sun. He is such a sexy man. Built like a mountain and brave like a lion but he wears wolves around his neck. I wonder why.
I don't understand why but since morning I am thinking that I don't know anything about this man, except that he is a mafia king.
What about his family and everything, he is still a mystery for me.
"Wow! You are excellent. I am impressed!"
I grabbed his attention.
He smiled at me and gestured me to come closer. He pecked my lips.
"You shouldn't be here."
"Your guard said the same but they never stop me. Maybe they know that they shouldn't mess with me."
I chuckled but his eyes reflected familiar emotions before he hid it.
"Of course, no one will dare to mess with you except me."
He teased, making me laugh.
"Come on, teach me how to shoot... Mafia King's girlfriend should atleast know how to use a gun."
I insisted.
"Gun is just a toy for you, my love... You can use any weapon!"
He chuckled but for some reason it didn't feel like a tease. He sounded genuine.
I shrugged off the feeling and grabbed the gun.
"Uhh! Not like this. You will blast your skull like this..."
He scolded.
"Come here, I'll show you..."
I smiled when he stood behind me and instructed me how to treat a gun.
It feels so filmy but stragely romantic.
"Eyes on the aim and hold the gun tightly."
We aimed at the board.
"Now, pull the trigger, Emerald.. Shoot!"
He whispered in my ears.
And suddenly his words pushed me into something familiar. The surroundings changed and darkness got prominent.
I was standing in the garden under the dark night, rain was pouring. Egon was standing behind me, forcing me to hold the gun.
I was terrified, I was scared and was begging him to let go. He didn't listen.
There was a girl standing in front of me and she was crying, I was aiming at her.
Pull the trigger, Emerald... Kill your sister!"
He forced.
"Queen, don't give up!"
My sister begged as he forced me to shoot her and that gunshot made me scream.
I dropped the gun and pushed Egon away from me. He looked at me confused.
"What's wrong?"
"You made me kill my sister!"
I accused and his eyebrows furrowed like he realised what was I talking about.
"It wasn't any mind tricks, you are the monster of my nightmares... You are playing with me!"
I screamed at him.
"What did you do, tell me! Who are you?"
He looked defeated.
"You are right, I am your monster! You lost your memories because of me."
His confession made my world shatter.
Oh my god!
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
Author's POV Egon held her like a man who had been starving for years and finally had something warm in his arms again. His arms tightened around her lazy morning frame, almost too tightly, as if she might dissolve into thin air the second he loosened his grip.“To be honest,” his voice came out low, a confession dragged straight from the center of his chest, “I thought you would never accept me again.”His thumb brushed her waist in slow circles — a habit he developed long before, one that never truly died.“I still don’t feel deserving of you,” he admitted, the words cracking slightly, “even though I’m selfish enough to not let you go.”Emerald’s answer came not through words at first, but through the way she burrowed even closer, nuzzling into the warmth of him like she was trying to sink into his bones. There was no fear, no hesitation — just a quiet, hungry comfort she had missed far more than she had expected.“I was in the same dilemma,” she murmured.She tilted her head to me
Author's POV Rafael had been too calm-too smug-when he asked her, "Are you ready to meet the real you?"There was something hidden behind that tone... something sharp, something calculated. Emerald should have protested. She should have pushed back. But at that moment, she was willing to walk into fire if it meant finding out who she really was.Rafael placed a naked sword on the table.A heavy, gleaming blade with a history soaked into its metal."Seen one of these before?" he asked, eyes gleaming with mischief. "Wanna touch?"Emerald's brows pulled together. She knew that question wasn't innocent. Nothing Rafael did was ever innocent. But the curiosity inside her was louder than the warning bells. She stepped forward and traced a finger along the blade-slowly, thoughtfully.She couldn't imagine the things Rafael had used this sword for.She wasn't sure she wanted to imagine."Ohh... who do we have here?"The voice behind her made her turn sharply.Another man stood there. Strikingl
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
Author's POV Egon had abandoned the island castle long ago. Every stone, every hallway, every echo of that place carried the weight of what had been done to them—every wound they endured, every injustice that had carved itself into their story. Without Emerald beside him, the castle had become a living ghost, suffocating him with memories he wasn’t strong enough to face.So he had walked away.Yet today, he stood in front of it again.The familiar walls stared back at him like they recognised him—like they remembered the man who once ruled them. And standing there now, the past scraped against his heart like broken glass, burning through the thin layer of hope he was clinging to.Emerald wanted to talk.But she wanted to talk here.In front of the castle that had shaped everything between them.He didn’t understand what she had in mind, and that uncertainty was eating him alive.His hope had been dying since last night. She had avoided his touch entirely, like even his closeness felt







