LOGIN***Megan’s POV***
Six Years Later
The screams echoed in the warehouse, and blood splashed on my veiled cheeks. The man tied to the chair, hands bound and face battered, coughed out blood as he looked up at me.
"Please... please forgive me," he whimpered, tears mixing with sweat on his dirt-smeared face. "I didn’t mean to betray you, please, Lady M... I beg you."
I stood tall, silent, a dark veil covering my face. Only my eyes peeked through the slit. I wasn't the same woman I was years ago who would flinch at mere act like this. His life hung by a thread, and I held the scissors.
I took a slow and deliberate step forward.
"You don’t get to say my name," I said calmly.
He sobbed harder, his breath wheezing. “It was a mistake! I was desperate... they offered me money... my daughter needed…"
With a flick of my wrist, the knife slid across his throat.
His eyes widened in shock as blood gushed out, painting his shirt crimson. He gurgled, trying to scream, but it was too late. His body jerked once, then went still.
"Then you should’ve begged them for mercy," I said under my breath.
I stared at the lifeless body a moment longer, until the last trace of life left his eyes. Then I turned to the silent men behind me, my men.
None of them moved.
Not until I spoke.
"Clean this up," I said coldly. "Make sure the others get the message. Betrayal is never rewarded."
"Yes, Boss," one of them muttered, already moving to drag the chair and body away.
I walked out without another word. That kill hadn’t made me feel anything. No thrill. No regret.
But once I was inside my private quarters, I pulled off the veil and collapsed onto the leather couch, head tilted back, eyes to the ceiling.
My hands trembled slightly. Not from guilt. But from memory, no matter the men I had slain I wasn't satisfied that they weren't Joe.
Six years ago, I had nothing.
I still remembered leaving Joe’s mansion that night, barefoot, bleeding, destroyed. My dignity had been crushed under his shoe like I was nothing but a discarded toy. I wandered the streets like a ghost, my heart aching, my body weak, my eyes wild with pain.
Then the van pulled up.
It was black, quiet, and sudden. Before I could even turn around, something hit the back of my head. Sharp, cold pain. And then darkness swallowed me whole.
When I woke up, I was in a bright white room. Empty walls and no windows. My body was wrapped in bandages. My skin itched and burned. And across the room, a man sat in a chair, arms crossed.
Kai Slayer.
I hadn’t known his name then. I just saw his eyes, calculating and quiet. He was young, not much older than me. He had a scar running from his jaw to the base of his neck. He looked like someone who’d lived a thousand lifetimes through violence alone.
"So you're Joe's wife," he said abruptly.
My throat was dry. I could barely sit up. For a moment I thought joe had sent him. "Not anymore."
He gave a dry chuckle. "Good. I don’t like that bastard either."
I squinted at him. "Why did you save me?"
He stood, walking slowly toward me. "Because I figured the bastard finally threw you out.
“He didn't. I left.”
He chuckled. “We have a common enemy, honey. And I see potential. Work for me. Become someone he can’t trample on. Someone the world will kneel for."
I didn’t answer then. But deep down, I was thrilled.
I took the deal.
I trained under mercenaries, bled in the sand, fought in underground rings. I studied under assassins, learned how to poison, how to shoot, how to disappear. I learned to command. I learned to lead. I handled drug trades, weapon shipments, and high-stakes deals across countries. I became a name whispered in fear, the Veiled Queen.
But nothing could’ve prepared me for the day I missed my period.
I tried to ignore it. I blamed the nausea on stress. I told myself it was nothing.
But Kai noticed.
He cornered me one evening, tossing a test kit into my hand. "Take it."
I stared at it, shaking.
I did.
Positive.
I was pregnant.
“It’s Joe’s,” I whispered. My voice barely audible.
He didn’t say anything for a long time. He just stared at me.
Then he stepped closer and looked me dead in the eye.
“Then you train harder,” he said. “You become someone they’ll fear even before they know your name. And when the time comes, you go back and take everything.”
And I did.
Now, I was in my suite. My face was still veiled. My name still feared across all cities, Lady M. Noone knew who I was beneath the veil
The door opened behind me. I didn’t need to turn to know it was Kai.
“They’re half asleep,” he said as he walked in, my two little boys trailing behind him in matching hoodies. Their eyes were sleepy, and they each clutched a toy gun.
"Mummy," Cole said first, his voice soft and warm.
Ethan didn’t wait. He ran to me, arms wide open. "We’re hungry."
I turned, removing the veil. My boys. My heartbeat. Ethan and Cole. Six years old and already smarter than most grown men.
"You just ate," I said, crouching to hug them.
"We want noodles," Cole mumbled.
"With egg!" Ethan added.
Kai chuckled, setting down a grocery bag. "There’s cup noodles in the bag. Go warm it with the maid."
They dashed out in unison.
Kai turned to me.
"Flight's in two days. Everything’s ready."
I nodded slowly. "And the facade?"
"Perfectly constructed," he said. "You’re now the CEO of Raven Vogue. Your fashion business is legal, clean, and profitable. Apartment's in uptown Manhattan. Staff well trained. And… there's no ties to me or the syndicate whatsoever."
I closed my eyes for a second, breathing out.
Returning to the States.
Returning to his space. Joe had done so well for himself and taken after his father, sadly his father succumbed and gave him the empire even without my presence, alongside the conniving Miranda, he ruled the whole of the states, and with the veiled queen going there, it would trigger alot.
I sighed. "And school for the boys?"
"Enrolled," he replied. "Elite academy. Nobody will question their identity. Their records are airtight."
I moved to pour myself a glass of whiskey. My hands shook just a little as I gripped the bottle.
"You scared?" Kai asked.
I looked at him. "No. Just anxious."
I swirled the glass gently, watching the amber liquid roll against the sides.
"I’m not the same woman who left his house crying. But still… he ruined me. Now I get to show him what he created."
Kai sat on bed, folding his arms.
“You’re stronger than him now. He wouldn’t even recognize you.”
I smirked and sipped my whiskey. “Oh, he will. The day I bring him to his knees, he’ll know exactly who I am.”
He stared at me for a while before standing. “We start moving tomorrow. Your first public appearance will be at the grand reopening of the New York Raven Vogue headquarters. The press will be there.”
I turned back to the window.
“Let the world meet the Boss Lady.”
And just like that, the curtain to my vengeance lifted, slowly, silently, like a dagger waiting to strike.
Joe's POV I watched life drain out of Megan's face as she stepped out of the SUV. Shocked to see me right at her gate.“What are you doing here, Joe?” She asked, hands trembling.I smirked walking closer but of course that unpaid guard of hers, Kai stepped in.“Megan,” I snarled, sniffing in excitement. “You’ve been hard to reach. I thought we should talk. Face to face. About the boys.”She trembled, clinging to her sundress as it swung with the wind.“They’re not your concern.” she snarled, eyes blazing, almost piercing my skin. “Aren’t they?”My eyes flicked to Kai, then back to Megan. I was enjoying this, the cold stare on her face and Kai's glare like he was about to explode.I chuckled though a low one as a smile etched on the corner of my lips. “Interesting company you keep these days. But then again… you always did like collecting strays.”Kai didn’t flinch. “Leave, Joe. Now.”This bastard, he still thought he was in control… coming in-between us like he was part of this.“I
Joe’s POVI was a hundred push-ups in when my phone started buzzing like it had a personal vendetta against my peace. Sweat dripped from my brow, stinging my eyes, but I didn’t stop until the vibration became impossible to ignore. One hundred and one. One hundred and two. Then the screen lit up again—relentless.I pushed off the mat, chest heaving, mind still tangled in the same loop it had been running for days: Megan laughing in the front seat of that SUV, Kai’s hand on the wheel like he owned the road, and those two little boys in the back—my boys—oblivious to the storm I was about to unleash.The caller ID flashed: Old Man 🐍I wiped my face with the hem of my shirt and answered. “What’s up, old man?”Don Julian’s voice came through like gravel dragged over concrete.“Come to my study. Now.”The line went dead before I could respond.I stared at the phone for a second, half-expecting it to bite me. Puzzled didn’t even cover it. I tossed the towel aside, grabbed a fresh shirt from
Megan's POVThe morning sun spilled across Wills Bay like liquid gold, turning the water into a mirror of light and making the sand glow warm under our feet. Ethan and Cole were already halfway down the beach, pedal karts abandoned for the morning in favor of chasing waves that rolled in lazy and slow. Their laughter bounced off the water, high and bright, the kind of sound that made everything else feel small and far away.I stood ankle-deep in the surf, arms wrapped loosely around myself, watching them. Kai came up behind me, his chest brushing my back as he slipped his arms around my waist. His chin rested on my shoulder, breath warm against my ear.“They’re going to be waterlogged by noon,” he murmured, voice still rough from sleep.I smiled, leaning back into him. “Let them. They’ve earned it.”Last night still hummed under my skin—the confessions, the way we’d finally let go of every last wall between us, the quiet promises whispered in the dark. I felt lighter than I had in yea
Kai’s POVI watched Megan sleep so peacefully against my bare chest, her cheek pressed to my skin, rising and falling in perfect rhythm with each slow breath. My heart was hammering—too loud, too fast. I was convinced the thud would wake her. But she only sighed softly, nestling closer, one arm draped loosely across my ribs.My fingers found their way into her hair, stroking the strands with a gentleness I rarely allowed myself to show. Peace. That was all I’d ever wanted to give her. I’d watched her carry burdens no one person should have to shoulder alone—watched her train until her knuckles bled, watched her raise two boys with fierce, unwavering love, watched her rebuild herself piece by piece after Joe tried to shatter her. All I’d ever wanted was to be the place she could finally rest.But peace, I’d learned the hard way, sometimes meant fighting first. It meant winning in the end.For years I’d been in love with her. Deeply. Quietly. Terrifyingly. The fear of her pulling away—
Megan's POV “Hip hip hip hurray!” we all shouted in perfect, chaotic unison.Kai popped the cork on the sparkling grape juice (the “wine” version safe for little hands and my still-nursing-a-headache-from-travel brain), and fizzy purple liquid sprayed in triumphant arcs. Droplets caught the late-afternoon sun and glittered like tiny fireworks. Ethan and Cole shrieked with pure, uncontainable delight, jumping up and down on the soft white sand as if gravity had temporarily taken the day off.Balloons—gold, silver, navy, and emerald—bobbed above us on long ribbons tied to weighted anchors. A massive banner stretched between two palm trees fluttered in the sea breeze: “HAPPY SIXTH BIRTHDAY, ETHAN AND COLE!” The letters were cut from shimmering holographic foil that shifted colors every time the wind moved it. I’d spent way too many late nights designing it, but seeing their faces light up made every second worth it.“Happy birthday, my babies,” I whispered, dropping to my knees and pul
Joe’s POV“So… what about the kids?” I asked, leaning casually against the low wall outside the school’s administrative building, arms folded, eyes locked on the woman I’d just cornered.Ms. Annie—the same soft-spoken caretaker who always smiled too politely when my father, Don Julian, came to volunteer. She’d seen me enough the last time to know exactly who I was. Or at least, so I thought.She blinked up at me, confusion etching deeper lines into her forehead. “And you are…?”I exhaled through my nose, patience already fraying. Reaching into my jacket pocket, I pulled out my embossed business card—thick cardstock, gold lettering—and held it out between two fingers.She took it gingerly, scanned the name, and her eyes widened. “Oh, Mr. Joe Julian… I’m so sorry, sir. I wasn’t expecting you back here so soon. It’s not your usual visit day. Is something wrong? Or… is this different?”“It’s very different,” I said, voice low and even. “And it’s highly important. I need to see the kids m







