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Betrayed on the altar by her fiancé and family, Zolandria finds herself held captive by a Mafia Lord, Lucien Dravik, through a deal she accepted under duress. She wants revenge on her family, but not a bloody one. ***** Lucien is a 35-year-old hidden mafia Lord who's popularly known to be one of New York's successful CEOs. At a young age, his family was murdered by the Azaeres family. Now he's out for blood, and Zolandria is his perfect pawn in this game of chess. He despises the family, but what happens when he has one under his roof? Will Zolandria help Lucien? Will the desire for revenge get tested? Read on to enjoy the love-hate drama that unfolds.
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Blood Vengeance; a mafia romance story Chapter Forty-nine: Zolandria's POV
The floor is quiet by eight.Lucien left an hour ago, Kane said he had an external meeting and that he would be back at the house by ten. I'm still at my desk, working through a supplier reconciliation that should have taken forty minutes but has taken two hours because my mind keeps sliding.Webb. Damien’s family. Lucien’s revenge.I open the document, close it, and reopen it, then give up entirely. I shut everything down and leave for the house.…I enter the kitchen to make tea because I’ve had a lot of coffee for the day, and see Kane in the kitchen already, jacket off, sitting at the small table near the window with a bowl of something Ida might have made. He looks up when I enter and offers me a small smile that’s barely there.I fill the kettle, without saying anything, not wanting to ruin his peace."Ida left food," he says. "There's more in the pot.""I'm not hungry.""Eat anyway."I almost turn to argue, but I don’t have the energy for that right now, so I get a bowl, dish
Huling Na-update : 2026-05-19Blood Vengeance; a mafia romance story Chapter Forty-eight: Lucien's POV
I'm at my desk by five forty.Sleep has always been a great hassle, so I take what I get.She arrives at eight, and I hear her before I see her; the echo of her heels against the marble floors. I'm at my desk, files open, when she enters with my coffee, placing it on my desk without sparing me a glance, then goes back to her desk without saying anything. At around nine, Kane comes in with the intelligence report, finally."Castello," I say."Two things," he confirms, then puts the report on the desk and sits. "He's been in contact with someone in your investor network. Preliminary, we're still running the trace, but it looks like he's been building a relationship with one of the secondary Whitmore Group contacts for the last three weeks."I look at him. "He's embedding himself in the business network.""Looks that way. Not aggressively, he’s doing it carefully so that he doesn’t get noticed." Kane holds my gaze. "He's not trying to come at you directly anymore. He's building adjace
Huling Na-update : 2026-05-19Blood Vengeance; a mafia romance story Chapter Forty-seven: Zolandria's POV
Lucien has a black dress picked out for me.He always chooses black; whether it is his preference or he wants me to blend into the shadows, I can never tell. But this one is different, the cut and the weight made it clear that he wanted me noticed tonight, or so I think. I look at myself in the mirror.The woman looking back looks confident, polished, and composed, the version of me that knows how to move through spaces built on money and power that I haven’t channeled in a while. She looks nothing like the woman striving for survival. I pick up my clutch and go downstairs.Lucien is already in the SUV—black tie, perfect suit, wearing the composure of a man who has been to a hundred events like this and doesn’t bother anymore. He glances at me briefly when I get in, then goes back to looking at his phone. "The Whitmore Group," he says, without looking up. "Three primary investors, two secondary. The dinner is to formalize a partnership that's been in negotiation for four months. Y
Huling Na-update : 2026-05-17Blood Vengeance; a mafia romance story Chapter Forty-six: Zolandria's POV
The word still sits heavy on my chest when I wake up. Placed.I lie in the dark of my room and reflect on almost all the milestones in my life and how they possibly mean nothing now because none of them was ever my actual choice. I get up.I make coffee in my room from the coffee machine that appeared one morning, which I've been using without asking where it came from, and I stand at the window with the mug in both hands and look out the window.I stare into the sky while sipping the coffee.Another day to survive whatever this is. I get ready and get to work. I make his coffee and set it on his desk. He arrives a few minutes later, before eight, and today, he slows down a little by my desk before entering his office. Even though he didn’t look in my direction or speak to me, that subtle, slow pace beside my desk is a first. A couple of minutes later, when the floor had settled into its working rhythm, and Lucien is on a call, Kane downstairs, I open my partition because this is t
Huling Na-update : 2026-05-16
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