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AUTHOR'S POV The church was too quiet. The flowers, the candles, and the guests in their suits and dresses all seemed to be frozen in time. Giovanni stood at the altar, a muscle twitching in his jaw, his eyes fixed on the double doors.Minutes passed. Then half an hour. Whispers rippled through the pews. The priest shifted nervously.Finally, one of his father's men approached with a grim look on his face. In his hand was a sealed envelope.Giovanni snatched it, tearing it open with trembling fingers. His eyes scanned the page, but for a moment, he didn't breathe."I lost the baby. I cannot stand in front of you like this. You deserve better. I won't chain you to my shame. Please don't look for me. Forgive me."His vision blurred, the letters distorting on the page. His lips moved, but no sound came out."No," he whispered. The paper slipped from his hand, fluttering to the floor. "No... no, no."He doubled over so fast the crowd stirred, thinking he might collapse. He snatched
RUEMonths ago, I shifted uneasily in my seat, glancing at my wristwatch. I'd spent an hour getting ready, thinking I'd finally have a normal date like normal people.Instead, I ended up sitting alone at a restaurant with garlic bread and way too many sympathetic stares from strangers.By the time the clock hit ten, I was done pretending he was just "running late." He wasn't coming.I was about to delete his number and pretend he'd never existed when my phone buzzed.For a second, I thought it was Oliver. It wasn't.Adrian: Ruin, what disaster are you brewing tonight?I stared at the screen. Adrian. The last person I expected, but somehow the exact person I needed.Rue: Table for one. Boyfriend's a no-show. Go ahead, laugh.He didn't. Instead, the typing bubble blinked.Adrian: That's cruel. Where are you?Rue: Some overpriced place with good garlic bread, I guess.Adrian: Then eat the bread. Screw the man.I smirked, pulling the plate towards me.Rue: Easy for you to say. You're
RUE I was halfway through my second bowl of popcorn when I dialed Adrian's number again. It went straight to voicemail, just like the other probable one hundred and twenty-two times I'd called.I wasn't allowed to panic. Nope. I needed to keep my cool and focus on the TV screen because my life depended on it. A heart attack was looming close by after all.Suddenly, the front door jerked open. I sat up with wide eyes, my heart racing in my chest at the sight of him. Adrian.He was holding a hand to his prosthetic eye, and I could smell the coppery scent of blood on his black clothes. Swallowing past the lump in my throat, I moved towards him."Why didn't you pick up my calls? I thought you were dead," I said, my voice cracking at the end of my statement.His green eye widened in surprise."Rue... I'm sorry, I lost my phone. I'm sorry for worrying—"I didn't let him finish his statement. Instead, I threw myself into his arms.I pressed my cheek against his chest and felt the wild
SERA Killian stared at his son calmly. But somehow, even that felt like the calm before the storm."Angel," he said softly, without looking away from Gio. His voice was soft but terrifying."Remind me. What happens to a man who steals another Don's mistress and then has the audacity to get her pregnant?"The girl whimpered. Gio, the cocky little idiot, only smirked wider."Relax, Dad. She's not a mistress anymore. She's mine."Killian blinked. His jaw flexed. Then, without warning, he hurled his teacup against the wall."Yours?" he roared. "Are you out of your goddamn mind, Giovanni?! Do you have a death wish?!""Dad—""Don't you 'Dad' me!" Killian snapped. "I have survived assassins, attacks, coups, and betrayals—and this... this is what's going to bury me? My idiot son and his unborn bastard?!""Killian!" I grabbed his arm before he could launch something more dangerous at Gio's head. His muscles were taut under my grip, shaking with rage.Meanwhile, Gio lazily leaned against t
SERA My husband was seated on the kitchen counter, his lips twitching as I strapped the pressure cuff on his arm."You know," I muttered, pressing the button, "most men your age sit in rocking chairs and yell at pigeons. Not dodge assassination attempts and stress-test their wives' sanity."Killian smirked, his head tilting towards me. "Maybe I like keeping you on your toes, Angel.""Mhm. Keep it up and you'll be keeping me in widow's black."He chuckled, unbothered, which made me want to smack him. Because on the counter beside him sat two letters: one as red as spilled blood, Rue's first real threat, and another from a Don who apparently didn't appreciate Gio's latest hobby.I picked up the second letter, waving it at him. "Our son kidnapped a Don's mistress."Killian's mouth curved into a grin, the kind that was equal parts amused and exasperated. "He's resourceful.""Resourceful? Killian, he stole a man's girlfriend.""Mistress," he corrected, as if that made it better.I gave
ADRIAN I stared at the envelope taped to the door, my fingers itching to rip it off and crush it, but somehow I held myself back. I'd seen these before. Too many times.I tore it open.The message was cold and deadly."Unfortunately, you are on a hit list. Someone paid to kill you. You can't escape, but we will give you the chance to sort things out with your family. This deal cannot be reversed."I froze when my gaze skimmed over the lower part of the letter. My stomach twisted.It wasn't my name. It was hers.Rue.My blood pounded in my ears, every nerve ending on fire. Someone had put her on a hit list. My girl. Someone wanted her dead. And I... I could feel the rage stirring inside me like a living thing.I swallowed hard, forcing my voice to stay steady, though I knew I sounded insane. "Rue..." I growled, not taking my eyes off the envelope.She leaned closer, her hands brushing against my arm. "Adrian... what is it?"I glanced at her. She was so achingly beautiful. I want