เข้าสู่ระบบ*Emily 🖤* Just one night. That’s all it was supposed to be. I never knew one night could change everything. Could burn through every wall I’ve built. Could leave me craving someone I should’ve walked away from. He’s handsome—dark in the way shadows linger even when the lights are on. Powerful. Dangerous. Magnetic. Everyone says he’s a hero. That he’s the man who takes down the monsters hiding in plain sight. But he doesn’t look like the hero to me. Not when I’ve seen the way he watches me. Not when I’ve felt the way his hands command and control. There’s something he’s not telling me. Something I shouldn’t have seen… something I can’t unfeel. And now my sister is involved — and that’s when the truth dawned. This isn't just danger. It's a storm. I should run. He’s mafia. I’m just a college girl with a sharp tongue, a guarded heart——and one secret. I’m not built for his world. But near him, all the strength I thought I had crumbles. I’m bold. I don’t bend. But with him, I shatter. And the worst part? I don’t want to be saved from it. I want him. All of him — the light, the dark, the secrets, the sins. But one thing I know for sure: Love like this? It always ends in blood. *Xavier.* ⬛ One night. That’s all it took. She thinks it was nothing, but from the moment I saw her, I knew. She was mine—her body, her mind, her chaos. She cracked the Omertà file. She doesn’t know it yet, but she’s already in my world. In my world… There’s no way out. ---
ดูเพิ่มเติมRAVEN “So we’re being watched right now?” Daya asked, her voice laced with concern. “Yes, Daya,” I replied, for the third time. I dropped my backpack onto the table and slumped into the chair, seeking refuge in our usual sanctuary—the library. Daya sat across from me, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. “Guess what I found out yesterday,” she whispered. I popped an M&M into my mouth and raised an eyebrow. “What’s that?” “Okay, this might sound random,” she said, lowering her voice, “but I went to visit my uncle yesterday”. I gave her a wary look. “ okay. So..?” “Well... I think my uncle might know something about the Maranos.” That caught my attention. I sat up straighter. “Wait—what?” “I know, I know, it sounds crazy,” she rushed, rubbing her eyes. “But hear me out. He’s been around, you know? In and out of sketchy circles for years. Drugs, black-market stuff. He’s not exactly law-abiding.” I nodded slowly. I knew about her uncle—sort of. She never went into detail.
RAVEN Would you think me naïve if I admitted I believed running into Dem had been a coincidence? After everything that happened today, I convinced myself his presence in my life was some kind of divine intervention—like a guardian angel sent to protect me. The moment he pulled me away from Marco, that suspicion I once had— that he might be following me—slipped quietly to the back of my mind. Gratitude does that to people. When someone shields you, you start rewriting the story in your head, painting them in softer colors. In LA, I thought we were simply in the same place at the same time. The second encounter? I told myself it was pure chance. And what happened today, I let myself believe it. But now, the truth began to dawn. Dem’s subtle smirk confirmed it. “So it wasn’t a coincidence?” I asked, turning to him. He shrugged, offering no apology.I looked at Xavier, heat rising in my chest. “Why’d you send Dem to follow me?” Xavier’s smile was maddeningly unreadable. “Because I w
XAIVER *A Week Ago* I sat behind my desk, drumming my fingers against the armrest. Marco had been too quiet. Didn’t he know what we’d done? It had been a full week since Emily helped us dismantle his cybersecurity network. The intercom buzzed, slicing through the silence. “Victor’s here, sir.” Victor entered with a heavy expression, eyes dark with concern. “I think the Marano family knows,” he said plainly. I leaned forward. “Why do you say that?” “Someone tried to hack into our network, but they couldn’t get through. It wasn’t a random attack. It was too deliberate. That means Marco suspects something. He’ll be coming.” I smirked, suppressing the satisfaction that rose in my chest. The Marano family had been bleeding for weeks. Their networks were fractured, their operations crumbling. I'd reclaimed control of the trade routes and pipelines. As if on cue, the intercom buzzed again. “Sir... Mr. Marono is storming toward your office. I—I don’t think I can stop him.”
RAVEN. I sat in the diner with Daya, my mind wandering. I hadn't told her about what I saw while hacking for Xavier. Why? I don't know. She only knew about the $50,000. It still felt surreal—having that much money, like it was all mine. I’d sent $10,000 to Racheal, my sister, to start up a business. I made her promise not to tell Mom and Dad. She was surprised but still happy. Ever since LA, I’d been carrying this heavy knot in my chest. The things I said, the way I acted—it had been eating at me. Maybe sending Racheal the money was my way of patching the wound, of easing the guilt just a little. At least with her, I knew it wouldn’t go to waste. Racheal was smart, grounded—she’d make something of it. Unlike Lisa. I let out a long breath. Lisa… I’d sort of apologized to Racheal, in my own way, even if I hadn’t said the words outright. But Lisa—I hadn’t even called her yet.Maybe I’d been too harsh in LA. I shouldn’t have been so mean to them. I sighed again. “Everything oka
EMILY. Daya flopped down beside me in the library, a dramatic sigh escaping her lips. "Oh my God, Emily, yesterday was a disaster." I raised an eyebrow. "What happened?" “The guy was a total dud. The sex was bad, I had to fake it, and he didn’t even last long. And now he won’t stop texting
EMILY. I followed my friend Daya through the crowded club, the music pulsing like a heartbeat all around us. We'd managed to score an invite to the VIP section, and we were buzzing with anticipation, curious to see what all the hype was about. As we climbed the stairs, I spotted him—a tall,
EMILY.I stepped off the plane at LAX, the California sun warming my skin instantly. A harsh contrast to New York’s biting cold. As I rolled my small suitcase out of the terminal, a familiar weight settled on my shoulders — not the expectation of being their “perfect daughter” exactly, but the in
XAIVER. I leaned back in my leather chair, the glass of scotch warm in my hand as the city lights flickered outside my office window. Manhattan pulsed beneath me, alive and unaware. My thoughts drifted—again—to Emily Steele. The NYU student with piercing green eyes and raven-black hair. She’d gott






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