LOGINIn my last life, I loved my brother’s best friend longer than I loved myself. I was the princess of the De Luca family, a New York political dynasty. A good girl, through and through. He was Orion Corvo. The king of Chicago's underworld. A ruthless, brutal man. No one thought we belonged together. I never dared to confess. Not until I was kidnapped. That cold-blooded, savage Don took a bullet for me. He shielded me with his body as I bled out. We died together. Only then, seeing the desperation in his eyes, did I understand. He loved me too. Now, I'm back. 18 again. I ditched my life in Europe to stay by his side. For five years, I was his most trusted art appraiser. In private, he’d lose himself inside me. He fucked me like he wanted to own my soul. I became his favorite fuck. His biggest secret. But now, he’s getting married. And the bride isn't me.
View MoreOrion’s POVThree months later, Chicago.The Corvo estate was a ghost of its former self. Weeds choked the gardens. The fountains ran dry. The once heavily guarded gates were now manned by a few listless guards.In the office, I sat alone in the dark.The desk was littered with empty liquor bottles. The room reeked of whiskey.I hadn’t shaved in three days. My shirt was a wrinkled mess, my eyes were bloodshot. I was a caged animal.“Evangeline…” I whispered to the empty room, my voice a raw rasp. “Why… why won’t you come back…”The war with the Rossi family had cost me dearly. Three of my key territories were gone. Half of my inner circle were dead or wounded. My money was about to run out.But I didn’t care about any of it.I just wanted her back.“Boss,” Marco came in and shook his head at the sight. “You can’t go on like this.”“Get out,” I said without looking up.“The Rossis hit another one of our warehouses. The losses are—”“I said, get out!” I shot to my feet and hurled a glass
Orion’s POVIn the garden outside the church, Leo’s men pinned me to the ground.Fists rained down on me, each punch carrying three years of pent-up rage.“Let’s teach you some manners!”“You think you can cause trouble at a De Luca wedding?”“Go crawl back to Chicago!”Blood trickled from the corner of my mouth. My face was on fire, but my eyes were still locked on the church.I could hear the applause and cheers from inside.It was done.She was married.To another man.Ten minutes later, the guards finally stopped.They left me in a heap on the muddy ground outside the estate, my expensive suit torn and ruined, my face a mess of bruises.I struggled to my feet, the pain so intense I could barely stand.But I stood.I had to wait for her.I had to ask her, to her face, if she really had forgotten everything.Twenty minutes later, the church doors opened again.The bride and groom emerged in a shower of flower petals.Evangeline had changed into a champagne-colored gown. She was still
Orion’s POVLong Island, Sacred Heart Church.The century-old Gothic church was a fairytale of white roses and crystal chandeliers.I stood outside, watching the guests stream in.New York’s high society. Politicians, tycoons.Not a single mobster among them.“Sir, your invitation, please,” a polite attendant stopped me at the door.I scowled. “I’m Orion Corvo.”The attendant checked the list, a troubled look on her face. “I’m sorry, sir, your seat is… over there.”She pointed to the last row, in the darkest corner of the church.I let out a cold laugh.Leo was doing this on purpose.It didn’t matter. As long as I could see Evangeline, it was all worth it.I strode into the church and took my seat in the shadows.I was surrounded by strangers. No one spoke to me.Leo had clearly given his orders.I didn’t care. My eyes were fixed on the altar.I imagined Evangeline walking down the aisle in a white bridesmaid dress, and my heart began to pound.Three years. I was finally going to see h
Orion’s POVChicago.In the office of the Corvo estate, I sat behind a massive oak desk, my face a thundercloud.Three years. For three damn years, my empire had been crumbling in a war with the Rossi family.And my world was already in ruins.I had used every intelligence network I had, turned over every stone in the world, but I couldn’t find a single trace of her.She had vanished, leaving me with nothing but endless regret and a gnawing, soul-deep longing.I thought I was going insane, rotting away in this endless wait.Just then, Marco pushed the door open, a rare look of excitement on his face.“Boss, we have news.”I shot up, my eyes flashing with the first spark of light they’d seen in three years.“Is it her?”“Not exactly,” Marco said, cautiously placing a copy of the New York Times on my desk. “It’s a wedding announcement from the De Luca family.”My heart hammered against my ribs. A spark of hope in the wreckage of my life.For three years, this was the first—the only—clue






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