LOGINFated Dynasties Maya Rossi manages the Cape Town Falcons a hockey team that she will inherit,while hiding her father's criminal empire behind pristine PR. Exhausted by duty, she seeks one anonymous night with a stranger in a hotel bar, not knowing the person she's fallen for is an enemy. The Rossi and Zurri families have warred for decades over territory, power, and old wounds no one will name. When violence threatens to explode, both patriarchs propose an arranged marriage between Maya and Ryan to broker peace. It's a business merger disguised as romance,except Maya and Ryan can't stop wanting each other. They marry, testify against their fathers in a RICO case, and spend months restructuring the families' operations into legitimate businesses. For the first time, Maya feels free. She's building something clean with the man she loves. Then she finds the discrepancies. Financial records don't match. The assault that reignited the family war wasn't ordered by either patriarch. Following the money leads Maya to Pieter Smitt, a ghost from 1995 who was once her father's partner. Smitt has spent thirty years orchestrating the entire conflict, manipulating both families into destroying each other while he profits. Maya discovers Smitt murdered her mother when she tried to expose their smuggling operation. Her father and Ryan's father aren't guilty of the crimes they're imprisoned for,they're victims of an elaborate revenge plot. Before Maya can act on this evidence, she's taken. Ryan launches a desperate rescue mission with their hockey team as backup, storming a docklands warehouse to save his wife. The confrontation is brutal and violent, ending with an arrest and Ryan shot. Maya and Ryan's testimony frees their fathers and sends Smitt to prison for life.Two people choose love over legacy and survive to build something better.
View MoreAmelia stood by the window of her room upstairs, the pregnancy test result clutched in her hand. She was pregnant again.
She had been noticing the signs for some time and had finally gone to the hospital for confirmation. The result came back positive. She smiled softly as she touched her stomach. She couldn’t wait to tell her husband. They were going to have another child. It had been six years since they had their first daughter, Eva, and Amelia hadn’t conceived again until now. She knew Aiden would be thrilled. She wanted to share the news in a special way. Her husband, Aiden Miller, the alpha of the Red Moon Pack, one of the largest packs in the northern region, would be overjoyed. But the vast territory came with dangerous borders, infested by rogues ready to tear apart anyone who wandered too close. Amelia stepped away from the window and called the maids to help decorate her room. She smiled in satisfaction once they were done. Next, she went to the kitchen to prepare Aiden’s favorite meal — which also happened to be Eva’s favorite. Her daughter was so much like her husband. She smiled again. “Luna, you don’t have to cook. I’ll prepare whatever you want,” said Elena, the cook. Amelia turned to her and smiled. “I’ll cook for us tonight, Elena. Take the day off and get some rest.” “Thank you, Luna. The Alpha will be so happy when he finds out you made his favorite dish. He doesn’t usually eat much, but when it’s your food, he can’t get enough of it,” Elena said. Amelia blushed. Elena was right. Aiden loved her cooking. He always had. After finishing the meal, she returned to her room. Just then, the door opened and her daughter walked in with her nanny, Octavia. “Mommy!” the little girl cried, running into her arms. “Oh, my Eva,” Amelia smiled, kissing her cheeks and stroking her hair. “Hello, Luna,” Octavia greeted. Amelia sighed gently as she set Eva down. “Octavia, I’ve told you several times — stop calling me Luna. Just call me by my name.” “I’ll try to,” Octavia said, noticing how especially happy Amelia seemed today. “I’ll help Eva change her clothes,” she added before exiting the room. Amelia headed into the bathroom, took a bath, and changed into something elegant. Then she waited in her bedroom for her husband. But as she opened her eyes again, she groaned softly. she had dozed off on the couch. She checked her phone. It was 12:30 a.m. Aiden had never come home this late before. With the trouble along the pack’s perimeter and the demands of running the company, Aiden often worked late, but he usually made it home early enough to spend time with Eva. Even if he had to continue working from home afterward. The ticking clock sounded deafening. She was worried. She tried calling him but no answer. His number wasn’t going through. She called his office. He hadn’t shown up there all day. Where had he gone? She was deeply worried. Then she heard the sound of a car pulling into the pack house. Relief swept through her as the door opened and the familiar scent of her mate filled the room. Her heart skipped a beat. She rushed over to him, excitement bubbling at the thought of finally telling him the good news. He still looked as handsome as ever in the dim light. “Why are you still awake at this time?” he asked coldly, pulling away from her embrace and setting down his suitcase. He must be tired from work, she thought, still smiling brightly. “I was worried about you. You look tired,” she said gently, helping him out of his jacket and loosening his tie. “Amelia, we need to talk,” Aiden said, pausing when he noticed how decorated the room was. Was there an occasion he didn’t know about? He didn’t ask. He had something more pressing to say. “Sure. I’ll prepare you a hot bath, and then we can talk. I also have something to tell you,” she said, heading for the bathroom. “There’s no need for that. I want to talk now,” he interrupted. She paused. Something was off. His expression was unreadable, guarded, and cold. As his mate, she couldn’t even sense his thoughts clearly. Was it about the rogue attack a few days ago? She thought that matter had been resolved. “What’s wrong, Aiden? Was the pack attacked again?” she asked, concern lacing her voice. “No, it’s not that…” “Then what is it?” she pressed. He stared at her for a long moment before handing her a file. She opened it. DIVORCE AGREEMENT. Her heart sank. “Aiden…” she whispered. “But why?” He looked her straight in the eyes. “Sofia is back.” “Sofia? Your ex? What does she have to do with this?” she asked, confused. “The night we found out we were mates, you seduced me into sleeping with you. Sofia left when she found out you were pregnant. She was my first love, and I want to go back to her.” “Aiden… but I’m your mate. Chosen by the Moon Goddess—” “Damn the goddess. Damn you being my mate. My father never married his mate, and he still raised a powerful alpha like me. I want a divorce, Amelia. And that’s final.” His words hit her like a storm. Amelia had fallen for Aiden in college, even though he had a girlfriend, Sofia. But when they discovered they were destined mates, they got married immediately. “D…Divorce?” she asked, though the file in her hand already confirmed it. Her hands trembled. “Yes, Amelia. This marriage was a mistake,” he said, his voice ice-cold. She stared at him, stunned. “I’ve done nothing but love you. I wake early to prepare your food, I carry out my duties as Luna. What have I done wrong?” Her voice cracked. Her teeth clattered together as her tears broke free. “What did I do? Where did I go wrong?” she whispered, sinking to the floor in tears. She had left everything behind for Aiden, her family, her pride, her home and this was how he repaid her. “What about Eva?” she asked through tears. “Eva is still my daughter. She’ll stay here with me. You’ll leave. Everything is detailed in the agreement,” he said. He walked out, leaving her there alone, shattered. No… this is a dream, she whispered, trembling. A knock came at the door. She tried to respond but no words came out. “Luna, Eva is asking for you. She can’t sleep… I think she has a high fever,” Octavia’s voice called. Amelia stood up quickly, wiped her tears, and rushed to her daughter’s room. Eva lay on the bed, her eyes wide and body burning. “Eva, honey,” she called. “Mommy,” Eva whispered as Amelia sat beside her. Tears spilled again as she stroked her daughter’s burning forehead. They had been a happy family of three, soon to be four and now Aiden wanted a divorce? How pathetic. “You’re burning up,” she said in a panic, rushing into the bathroom for a wet towel and placing it on Eva’s forehead. “Octavia, go call Aiden. We need to take Eva to the hospital,” she ordered. But Octavia returned moments later. “Alpha Aiden is nowhere to be found. He’s left the house.” TBcyChapter 34: RyanThe takeout containers were still on the kitchen counter half-eaten pad Thai, a demolished box of spring rolls, the lingering scent of ginger and toasted sesame oil hanging heavy in the air. The fluorescent light of the glass extractor fan cast a sharp, clinical glow over the island, contrasting with the bruised shadows under Maya’s eyes. She looked at me across the marble surface and said, "I want to show you something."She had changed while I was on the phone with the delivery driver. The torn dress,the one that had felt like a second skin of armor and then a shroud—was gone. In its place, she wore an oversized white button-down shirt that hit her mid-thigh. Her hair was uncoiled, a dark, wild halo around her shoulders, and her feet were bare against the tile floor. No heels to give her height. No jewelry to catch the light. Just her.She was the most devastatingly beautiful thing I had ever been permitted to look at. The vulnerability wasn't a weakness; it wa
Chapter 33: Maya The hydrogen peroxide bubbled on my knee, white and angry, eating at the grime from the bathroom floor. I bit my lip against the sting and pressed the cotton pad harder. Physical pain was easier. Physical pain had rules. "You're sure you're okay?" Gabriella's voice came through the phone, high and young and worried. She was nineteen, still at university in Cape Town, still believing that our father's money could buy safety. "I'm fine.Just a scrape." "Maya." She drew out my name the way she had when we were children, when I'd hidden her favorite doll and she'd known I was lying. "Dad called me. He was... he was different." I set down the peroxide. "Different how?" "He said he forgave me. For the thing with the trust fund. He said he was worried about you, and that made him realize he'd been worried about the wrong things." My hand tightened on the phone. Our father didn't f
Chapter 32Ryan I found her on the bathroom floor.l shouldn't have found her there she was supposed to be with me I was supposed to be keeping her safe. I feel so guilty and to a certain degree I feel like I failed the wrong person who needed my protection. The door was open, light spilling into the hallway, and for one terrible second I thought she was dead. She was curled against the wall, knees drawn up, her face buried in her arms. Her stockings were torn at the knee, blood seeping through the sheer fabric. Above her, the mirror was cracked one long fissure running from corner to corner like lightning frozen in glass. "Maya." She didn't look up. Didn't move. I crossed the room in three strides, dropping to my knees beside her, my hands hovering over her shoulders, afraid to touch, more afraid not to. "Maya, look at me." Nothing. Her breathing was too fast, too shallow,hyperventilating. I remembered this from university, from a girl who'd had a panic attack during finals. The
Chapter 31: MayaThe bathroom was at the end of a long corridor, past the kitchen's swinging doors and a storage closet that smelled of bleach and old lemons. I walked slowly, my heels clicking on the tile, trying to shake off the feeling that Greg's words had left on my skin like oil.You don't know what she did in Milan. I pushed through the door marked Dames . The bathroom was larger than expected—a suite, really, with a sitting area and three stalls and a long mirror framed in gold leaf. I ran cold water over my wrists, staring at my reflection. I looked like my mother. Same sharp cheekbones, same dark circles under the eyes. Elena Rossi, who had fought cancer for three years and never once let me see her cry.Be strong , she'd said at the end, her voice a whisper. The Rossi women are made of glass. We look fragile, but we cut. The lights went out.Not gradually. Not flickering. One second the bathroom was warm and golden, the next it was pitch black, the kind of darkness that f
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