LOGINWhen Kaya dies — not from heartbreak itself, but from the storm of betrayal and danger it unleashed after being rejected by the man she loves, the ruthless Mafia boss Damon Moretti — the spirits give her an impossible offer:> Go back in time with every memory you have now, make him love you within five months, and uncover the truth behind your death… or vanish forever.But Damon isn’t heartless by chance. Centuries ago, he sold his heart to build his empire — a pact that made him untouchable, feared, and incapable of love. If he ever loves again, both he and his empire will crumble.Now, as Kaya fights to awaken emotion in a man cursed by power, the dead rise in rebellion. Furious that she was granted a second chance, they demand theirs too, crossing into the living world with vengeance.Torn between love and survival, Kaya must solve her own murder before time runs out.To keep her, Damon must defy the curse that built his empire.But loving her means destroying everything he’s ever fought to protect — including himself.
View MoreKaya Marcheson After Damon left the next day I began feeling sad. I couldn't explain the tight squeezing sensation I was feeling in my heart. Was this the man I was supposed to destroy? I was a joker. Deastroying him would totally destroy me. I had been avoiding thinking about it. Damon was uncapable of loving me, Jason said so himself. There was a knock on my door. Who could it be?. Mira was on leave."Come in" I answered. I didn't expect to see Jason coming in with a tray of food."Hey,I brought you breakfast" I sat still on my bed unable to comprehend why Jason would bring me breakfast. He hated me to the bones.I watched him place the tray of chicken and fries on the table and pull out a chair. He gave me a stop- looking-at-me-like-you've seen a ghost look. He pulled out the empty chair by the side and started dishing the food into two."What are you doing?" I asked surprised."Isn't it clear. I'm dishing out our food" he replied not sparing me a glance. I got up and held
The night air was warm, and the stars stretched endlessly above us. Damon had insisted on setting up our little dinner outside, on the terrace of the new house, and I had to admit, it was perfect. The soft glow of lanterns, the gentle rustle of leaves, and the quiet hum of the city far below—it felt like we had carved out our own little world.I watched him as he arranged the plates and poured our drinks. He was so focused, so meticulous, even in something as simple as preparing our meal. The candlelight caught the curve of his jaw, the sweep of his short black hair, and the blue of his eyes—it made my chest tighten in a way I didn’t want to think too much about.“You look quiet,” he said suddenly, glancing at me as he sat down. His voice—clear, warm, entirely his—made me relax in a way it hadn’t before.“I’m fine,” I said quickly, forcing a small smile. But my fingers fiddled with the edge of my napkin, betraying the flutter in my stomach.“I’ll be leaving for a business deal tomorro
Jason moved through the narrow hallway with his hands buried in his pockets, his expression carved into that familiar stone-hard calm. The place smelled of dust, melted candle wax, and something faintly sweet — like old incense burned too many times. He didn’t knock. He simply pushed the curtain aside and stepped into the dim room.The spiritualist sat cross‑legged on a faded mat, eyes closed as though he had been expecting him.“You’re early,” the old man murmured without looking up.Jason didn’t answer. He simply stood before him, waiting, like he had done many times growing up. The spiritualist finally opened his eyes, squinting through the dark.“How is Damon?” he asked.Jason’s jaw twitched. “He’s fine.”The man hummed softly. “Good. Damon is strong… but strength draws storms. His path is heavy, Jason. It always has been.”Jason didn’t react. He only shifted his weight slightly.The spiritualist’s gaze sharpened. “But you… I worry for you more.”Jason exhaled impatiently. “Why?”
woke up slowly, like my body wasn’t ready to accept morning yet. The sheets were soft and warm, and for a second, I didn’t even understand why my heart was beating so fast. Then I turned my head a little… And there he was. Damon Morettti. Fast asleep beside me. His hair messy, his face calm, his lashes too long for someone who acted like a monster half the time. This was the fourth time we had slept together — not in that way every time — but still, it didn’t matter. My cheeks still heated up like an idiot. My stomach still twisted in that stupid, fluttery way I hated. I liked this more than I should. And immediately, the voice in my head whispered, You’re supposed to destroy him, not like him. I pushed the thought away and quietly slipped out of bed. My legs felt a little weak, exhaustion still clinging to my body, but I forced mysel






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