Ezra Slain Velleoti is a man that everyone wants to avoid. He's a tough enemy. A mafia boss who disapproves of almost everyone. Anyone who gets in his way will never make it out alive. Khione Louelita Silay is a woman who is socially awkward. A person who has socially anxiety and dislikes crowds and other people's opinions. She is a nerd who prefers to work and stay at home. Working as a top counterintelligence agent for the NBI, Khione was unintentionally able to uncover the dark secrets of some government officials. Khione desperately wanted to flee, but she couldn't until they killed her, and Ezra, the notorious Mafia boss, was the only one who save her.
View More“BOSS! The Queen is calling out your name!” The man spoke urgently, fingers brushing the earpiece behind his ear as his sharp gaze swept the surroundings.
He had been present at the auction, watching, waiting, and anticipating any move from their enemies. Across the dimly lit room, the one they called boss slowly lifted his gaze. His steel-gray eyes, cold and unyielding, gleamed like sharpened blades in the dark. “Kill everyone inside that goddamn house,” he ordered, his voice like ice. “I’m bringing my Queen back to our palace—without a single scar.” “Roger, Boss!” his men responded through the earpiece, their voices filled with unwavering loyalty. The mafia boss, his expression unreadable, took a slow, deliberate glance around, his blood boiling with rage within. How dare they? They had taken his Queen—his atonement, his salvation—from him. She belonged at his side—safe, untouched, and revered. Yet these fools had dared to lay their filthy hands on her. Unforgivable. “Boss! They’re putting the queen up for auction—selling her to the highest bidder!” The voice crackled through his earpiece—his hacker, the one who kept him updated on every detail. A muscle in his jaw tightened. His fingers curled into fists. Then, without warning—BANG! He grabbed the nearest enemy—one of the auction’s security heads—and slammed his skull against the wall with a sickening crunch. Blood splattered, and the body crumpled to the ground, lifeless.They had no idea what kind of monster they had provoked. “These motherfuckers,” he snarled, eyes blazing with fury. “I’ll reduce this entire f*cking place to rubble.” He was like a lion denied of his queen—and now, he was on the warpath. Every single guard, every enemy in his way, fell without mercy. One by one, he gunned them down, their bodies collapsing into pools of blood. Their cries for help meant nothing to him.No one was spared. Unless—she commanded him to stop. The queen was the only one who had the power to rein in the mafia boss. She was the only one he would listen to. But right now, she wasn’t here to stop him. Some of the men tried to beg for their lives. Pathetic. Without a second thought, he aimed his gun, pulling the trigger. Each one fell with a bullet between their brows. “STAY OUT OF MY WAY!” His roar reverberated like thunder, his voice so chilling it seemed to come from the depths of hell itself. And then—he saw her. His Queen. Up on the stage, forced into the spotlight, surrounded by leering eyes and greedy hands. She looked terrified. Broken. But still his. The auctioneer stood before her, speaking into a microphone.“She is the one and only Velloetti Queen! Whoever wins this auction should consider themselves lucky—you can do whatever you want with this b*tch! The bidding starts at $50 million—”BANG. The man’s sentence was cut short as three bullets ripped through his skull. His lifeless body collapsed onto the stage, eyes wide open in shock. Screams erupted from the crowd. Panic spread like wildfire. The guests—men who had come with their wallets full, eager to bid—now trembled in their seats. They knew. They knew exactly what was about to happen. The devil himself had arrived. And he had come to claim what was his. With a menacing smirk, the mafia boss stepped forward, gun in hand. His voice was a deadly promise. “I’m blowing this place to hell for one billion dollars. And the only ones walking out of here alive are me, my Queen, and my men.”"Oh, God, Vita Mia! I'm so sorry... I'm so, so sorry..." Ezra whispered the words over and over, his voice raw with guilt and sorrow, as he cradled Louelita's frail hand in his own. His fingers trembled against her soft skin, his grip firm yet careful, as though he feared she might slip away if he let go for even a second.Louelita had finally woken up, but the sight of her pale face, her tired eyes-still swollen from crying-only deepened the pain of carving through Ezra's chest. His powerful hands, hands that had brought ruin to enemies, now felt utterly powerless.He had failed her.And because of that, they had lost their child."It's not your fault, Ezra." Louelita's voice was barely above a whisper, hoarse from the hours of tears they had shed together. "I told you already-it's not your fault..."But Ezra couldn't accept that."No, Vita Mia. It is my fault. All of this is my fault." His voice was thick, dark with self-loathing. "I failed to protect you. And because of that..." He
“Get out of my way!”Ezra’s furious voice boomed through the hall, his sharp, commanding tone slicing through the chaos like a blade. He was charging forward, his long strides fueled by urgency, his pulse hammering against his skin. His heart clenched at the sight of the carnage left behind. Bodies littered the ground, their lifeless forms sprawled in unnatural angles. Blood was smeared across the floor and splattered on the walls, staining them with the cruel evidence of the brutal battle that had just taken place.His men were already at work, clearing away the wreckage, moving the bodies, and ensuring that any remaining enemies were dealt with. Ezra barely acknowledged their actions. None of it mattered right now. All that mattered was her. His Lolita.His jaw clenched tightly, his hands balled into fists as he took in the gruesome aftermath. While his side had suffered some casualties, the other side had taken the brunt of the devastation. The few survivors from the enemy’s ranks
“Fuck! Where the hell are these bastards coming from?” Omar hissed under his breath, frustration and urgency lacing his voice. Every word those fuckers had spat at their Queen Lou echoed in his ears. They had heard everything.They were just waiting for the right moment to strike.The rooftop had two entry points—one through the elevator and the other via the stairwell.“Let’s take them down!” Inizio whispered fiercely, gripping his gun tightly.Omar shook his head, his face a mask of disbelief. “We can’t just barge in! We’ll put Louelita in even more danger!” he ground out, his jaw clenched so tightly it ached.“Then let’s do what the boss suggested—distract them,” Inizio countered, his mind already running through possible tactics.Omar’s thoughts were racing. Their priority was Louelita’s safety. They couldn’t afford to let those bastards harm her any further. If anything happened to her, Ezra wouldn’t just kill them—no, he would make them suffer. His fury would be absolute, and th
“Don’t you dare try to follow, or I swear, I’ll end this woman right in front of you!” the man threatened, his voice edged with steel as he slowly backed away, dragging Louelita with him, his arm locked tightly around her throat in a backward chokehold.“Damn it! I can double or even triple your pay! Just let go of my woman!” Ezra barked, his voice low and dangerous, gripping his own gun tightly despite the searing pain of his wound. His vision blurred momentarily, but his resolve remained unshaken.The hired killer barely flinched at Ezra’s offer. Men like him lived by a twisted code—an unbreakable palabra de honor. They always completed their assignments, no matter how long it took. And this job? It should have been finished months ago. Lolita should have been dead.What the assassin failed to realize, however, was that by laying his hands on Louelita, he had already signed his own death warrant. Ezra would make sure his agony was drawn out. He would suffer before he died.“Boss!” P
“Is that how you greet your mother after twenty-five long years?” The woman’s voice dripped with sarcasm, her lips curling into a taunting smile. The statement made Ezra’s jaw clench tightly, his grip on Louelita's hand growing rigid. His entire body radiated fury, muscles coiled like a predator ready to strike.Lolita could feel the tension crackling around them like a storm about to break. She knew that this woman—Ezra’s mother—was a threat to their plans. Every fiber of her being screamed at her to calm him down before things spiraled out of control. She squeezed his hand gently, silently pleading for him to maintain his composure.“If you already knew how I’d react to your presence, you wouldn’t have dared to come here.” Ezra’s voice was dangerously low, each word laced with venom.By now, the surrounding guests had begun to take notice of the tension building between them. The atmosphere in the grand ballroom had shifted, crackling with unease. Ezra’s men stood on high alert, the
“Are you sure about this, Ez?” Louelita asked nervously, pacing back and forth in the grand suite. Her hands kept adjusting the intricate folds of the gown she was wearing, a nervous habit she couldn't suppress.The woman was draped in a stunning modern Filipiniana-style black ball gown, its fabric cascading elegantly to the floor, adorned with exquisite gold beading that shimmered under the soft lighting. Every stitch of the dress had been carefully designed to complement the regal presence she was about to command. Around her neck and ears gleamed a set of diamond jewellery, gifts from Ezra. He had provided her with everything she could ever need, and though she still struggled to accept the extravagance, she couldn’t deny the beauty of it all.Their outfits had been meticulously coordinated—her gown perfectly complementing Ezra’s sharp black tuxedo, making them look like royalty about making a grand entrance.The entire setup was complete. Tonight was the night their plans would un
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