LOGIN"Devils don't love, baby. They ruin." He rasps beside my ear, trailing his long fingers between my bare cleavage. Something like fire flickered in his emerald green eyes but it disappeared as it came. "Luckily, we're on the same page, Volkov. I'll ruin you and vanish your empire from this universe." I challenge, tangling his fingers with mine and dropping them from the forbidden area. His cold eyes darkened but his soft pink lips twisted with a small smirk. "I would love to see you try." ❥❥❥❥ The disappearance of Lilah Daniels' brother Robert Daniels was nothing but a mystery to everyone. She was a fifteen-year-old girl when it all happened. The only thing she knew, her brother was involved in some kind of illegal business. Robert was the only person who was there for her when their addict parents used to come back home drunk and beat the shit out of her. Even they forced Robert to be involved in such kind of bad business, only for money. Lilah promised herself to find out her beloved brother as she started collecting information. It took five years for her to reach the person only who knew where her brother was. But he was no ordinary gang leader or don. He was hundreds of boss' boss, the greatest Russian mafia king Ivan Volkov, known as the devil to the underworld. Nobody has seen him except for a few mafia bosses. He was a pure evil soul with a creativity of manipulating and killing his enemies in one blink. But she didn't care. She did her best to reach the devil and finally succeeded. But what happened when two dangerous souls met? How would they avoid the dark forbidden desires ignited inside them? (THIS IS A DARK ROMANCE BOOK! )
View MoreChapter Twenty-Five: The Inheritance of ShadowsEmma VolkovElena Marchesi did not speak again for several minutes.She let the silence settle the way someone might set a blade on a table—not threatening, but deliberate enough that you never forgot it was there.The gallery around us continued to exist in its careful, curated stillness. Paintings watched from their frames. Sculptures held their impossible balances. Wealth disguised itself as taste.I waited.Not patiently.I simply refused to show impatience.There is a difference, and people like Elena always noticed it.Finally, she turned from the window.“You’re asking the wrong question,” she said.I didn’t react. “That’s becoming a theme.”A faint smile touched her mouth. “Good. It means you’re close.”I studied her.“Close to what?”“To realizing this was never about Viktor Sokolov.”The words landed cleanly.No theatrics.No hesitation.Just fact, delivered like a diagnosis.Behind me, the city outside continued its indifferen
Chapter Twenty-Four: The Space Between MovesEmma VolkovThere is a moment in every game when the board changes.Not physically.The pieces remain exactly where they are.The rules remain unchanged.But understanding shifts.And once it does, every move that came before reveals a different meaning.That was where I found myself now.Standing in the operations center at nearly two in the morning, surrounded by screens and intelligence reports, I realized we had been looking at Viktor Sokolov all wrong.Not because we had underestimated him.Because we had overestimated his importance.A dangerous mistake.The room slowly emptied as analysts dispersed to pursue new leads. Orders were issued. Priorities changed. Investigations expanded.The machine adjusted.I remained.So did Lucas.The photographs still glowed on the central display.Frozen moments.Frozen secrets.Evidence of meetings that should never have occurred.Evidence of cooperation between people whose interests should have c
Chapter Twenty-Three: Ghosts in MotionEmma VolkovRain transformed Lake Como.The water lost its elegance when storms arrived.It became something older.Darker.Restless.I stood at the window of the operations center and watched the surface churn beneath a gray sky. The storm had settled over the region overnight, turning the world into shades of silver and black.Behind me, the room hummed with activity.Analysts moved between stations.Screens glowed.Information flowed.And at the center of it all sat a single name.A ghost.A man who should have disappeared years ago.A man who had somehow remained invisible while building something large enough to challenge us.The file remained open on the table.I stared at it.Not because I needed to reread it.Because I was trying to understand the mind behind it.Patterns mattered.Money mattered.But psychology mattered most.Every empire reflected its creator.And every creator left fingerprints.Even when they believed they hadn't.Luc
Chapter Twenty-Two: The Weight of SilenceEmma VolkovThe first sign that something was wrong was not a threat.It was silence.In our world, silence had texture. It had shape. It lingered in rooms long after conversations ended and traveled through encrypted channels like a shadow.Most people feared noise—gunfire, shouting, alarms.I feared quiet.Because quiet meant someone was thinking.And thinking people were infinitely more dangerous than angry ones.I noticed it during breakfast.Lucas sat across from me on the terrace overlooking the lake. The morning was cool, sunlight scattered across the water like shattered glass. He read reports while drinking espresso. I reviewed shipment schedules and legal briefings.Normal.Predictable.Then he stopped turning pages.Not for a few seconds.For nearly a minute.Stillness settled over him.I looked up.His expression hadn't changed.But something behind it had.A calculation.A realization."What's wrong?" I asked.He glanced at me."N
Chapter Eighteen: A Question Sharper Than a BladeEmma VolkovMarriage, I learned, is a word that sounds different in rooms where men decide wars.It isn’t romantic there. It isn’t soft. It’s strategic, sharpened, measured by what it costs and what it secures. I’d heard it all my life spoken like a
Chapter Twenty-One: The Shape of a CrownEmma VolkovEngagement didn’t feel like celebration.It felt like architecture.Everything rearranged itself around a future that had not yet arrived, beams sliding into place with a quiet inevitability. Invitations weren’t sent so much as anticipated. Secur
Chapter Eighteen: A Question Sharper Than a BladeEmma VolkovMarriage, I learned, is a word that sounds different in rooms where men decide wars.It isn’t romantic there. It isn’t soft. It’s strategic, sharpened, measured by what it costs and what it secures. I’d heard it all my life spoken like a
Chapter Twenty: The Weight of YesEmma VolkovPower announces itself long before it settles.I felt it the morning after the engagement talks went public—not in the calls or the messages or the sudden politeness of men who had once dismissed me, but in the way silence shifted around me. People wait












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