MasukThe first time I met Alessio Russo I was eighteen. He’d barged into my room. I yelled. He yelled. We argued. I slammed the door into the jerk’s face. Then I discovered that the drool-worthy prick was my best friend’s oldest brother -- who had connections to Cassio King and the mafia. The freaking mafia! The second time I saw him was at his mother’s funeral. He didn’t seem to recognize me. Or so I thought until we ended up tangled up between the sheets and he referred to our first encounter. The next time we saw each other was at his father’s funeral - the funeral of the very same man that had threatened my life. It turned out Alessio Russo was a gentleman even when he was a savage. We bickered. We kissed. We fought. We made love. He thrilled me and scared me. Still, we slowly started to find a way to each other but before I had a chance to come clean with him, I had to leave the country. Then all hell broke loose.
Lihat lebih banyakThis is story about two totally different people who are brought together because of fate well being two total different ends hope in to see what they do if its blessing in disguise or just a new beginning in hell for girl who is kidnapped just to seek revenge by the male lead being a secret held for the girl totally unaware and not prepared for his wraths. what happens after he found her as the only lead for the killer of his parents being suspected to be the one who killed his parents. would he listen to his heart who says to open his heart and claim her as his or would he listen to his brain who says to torture her till the time she begs for her death but it would not be granted upon until his brains tell him to kill her.
“I am profusely overjoyed to take the opportunity to introduce our chief guest of the day. He is none other than Mr. Vikram Seth . He is the CEO of AHANA INDUSTRIES one of the number one growing organizations of the current era. Please give a big round of applause to welcome him to share a few words with us ” said one of the speakers at the organization's annual gathering seeking everyone's attention present there while maintaining his aura of being cold and confidante as always being the number one personality trait required at his job.
Mr. Vikram Seth the name was enough to get one scared enough to start shivering was not only the only heir of AHANA INDUSTRIES but also a RUTHLESS MAFIA after an incident that changed his life and took away his family his parents Mrs. and Mr. Seth and most importantly his sister the one who had been the one adding hope to his life if he was a lamp than she was its light if he was sky than she was his star she was AHANA the name that was significantly known as the company’s name but unfortunately they could not have a happy ending just one incident got his life change 360° got his life upside down. He was a womanizer, drug addict, adamant, emotionless, short-tempered, cold blooded, fierce, brutal, sadistic, merciless, vicious, you name it you have it.
On the other hand
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“Come on bitch get up what are looking at the floor”. Sejal said while pushing me in my stomach on the floor.
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So this is Nitra stuck here at her college being bullied by once her friend.
Ignoring Sejal, let me introduce you to her as you know by now her name is Nitra. She is a college student. She belongs to an upper middle class family. Her father is a doctor specifically a surgeon at his own clinic and her mother is a guest lecturer at a catholic school nearby. She is here trying to pursue her father’s dream to be a pharmaceutical doctor. I know it may sound boring but she is very keen on her studies and can be called a nerd. She is an innocent girl, living unknown to cruelties of the world. She is a light hearted girl protected by her parents being their only child. Totally unaware for even a small betrayal she is just like a child when it comes to experience, trusting everyone at every cost being helpful and joyous not knowing what her future holds for her.
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Before I could ponder the meaning of her words, she strode in slow, heavy steps towards her dresser while I closed the distance between my sisters and me. Taking Branka into my arms, Icradled her and pulled up the little shirt up to check her wound.“I-is she gonna die?” Mia’s voice shook like a leaf in the wind.I shook my head. “We have to clean it,” I told her and shot to my feet. Mia followed, her auburn mane a mess and her eyes watching me like I was her savior. I fucking failed. I always failed. If I was a savior, I’d have taken my sisters and disappeared.Forever. Somewhere where nobody would find us.A simple life. I could fish and hunt, feed them. I was good with building furniture. I could sell it. I could teach my sisters whatever I knew. We’d be safe; we’d be happy.The smell of smoke filled the room and I whirled around. My mother flicked a box of matches onto the curtains that were already burning and my chest froze.We’d burn. She meant to burn us.“He won’t hurt us an
“Do you know them?”Her eyebrows furrowed, recognition in her gaze. “They’re my brother’s friends.”My eyes flickered back to the two men striding towards us like they owned this joint. Danger was part of these two men, and not because of the ink that marked their skin on their necks and hands, but it was the harshness in their gaze. Darkness in their eyes that resembled that of Alessio Russo.“Are you sure?” I barely got the words out when the two men stopped in front of us. “Ladies. I’m Cassio King and this is my brother, Luca. We’ve come to take you home.”Branka and I shared a glance. We planned on hanging out here for another week before I headed out for my assignment. Asia. Kuala Lumpur. My finger itched to start snapping photographs.Branka waved her hand as if that would send them away. “No, thank you.”“I’m afraid, I’ll have to insist,” the other guy chimed in. Luca King. Cassio and Luca King. In the back of my mind, I searched for that name. It was familiar. I’ve heard it be
My eyes roamed over the room where Branka and I spent so much time together over the last four years. It wasn’t grand or super luxurious, but I loved my room nonetheless. Pink and white bedding over the mahogany canopy bed. The antique white dresser and the vanity were the only other furniture in my bedroom.Frames with my parents’ pictures stood on the dresser. Our trips all over the world. It was where I got my taste for adventure and the will for justice.Nostalgia hit me. One more night and I’d no longer lay my head down to sleep under my parents’ roof. One more night and I’d be thousands of miles away.“I guess it’s part of growing up,” I mumbled under my breath softly.I shook my head, then took off my dress, leaving me only in my white panties and bra. Discarding it into my hamper, I reached for my dress, hanging it on the rail of my canopy with my back to the door. It slipped off the hanger, falling silently to the floor.Bending over, my ass in the air, my fingers curled arou
AUTUMnFOUR YEARS EARLEROkay, celebrating your college graduation on top of a bar, dancing and shooting darts wasn’t exactly the most mature way to get recognition for four years of hard work.Yes, it took us an extra semester. The first year was hard. Both Branka and I failed mostof our classes the first semester and never caught up. We weren’t geniuses. Just two average girls with an artistic gene. Or something like that.But we finally graduated. Yes, summer was behind us, but we had our entire lives ahead of us.Many more summers.My dreams were finally coming true. I got an offer for an internship with National Geographic and my first assignment started in a week. A freaking week. I would travel the world taking pictures. My father was always a fan of the old adage “a picture's worth a thousand words.”I wanted my pictures to make a difference in this world. Hopefully, make the world a better place. “Another shot for the girls,” someone shouted in the back.It was amazing what
PROLOGUEThe rain pounded against the hospital windows. Exhaustion lingered in my bones. Every single inch of me ached.But the moment I held him in my arms, I knew he was my most beautiful creation.Dark hair. Stormy eyes.Though the latter could be the fact he was just born and they were more mur












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