After 15 years of war between the two major mafia groups of London, the Blade mafia family and the Darkwood society. Kiara Blade 3rd daughter of the leader in the Blade mafia family(Leo Blade)is given off for a marriage treaty to the new lord of the Darkwood Society (Xander Darkwood). Unbeknownst to Xander, Kiara has been sent as a trained spy to uncover the weakness of Darkwood society. As secrets and weaknesses are exposed Kiara is torn at the dark secret linking her to Xander.
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Kiara POV â Xander! Diane! Please don't leave me!â I gasped as I woke up. I slowly opened my eyes to the sound of voices as the light was bright and the face of Diane right in front of me Ohh my, am I in heaven already? Did I die from the bleeding of my arm? â Hello, little sister of mine,â she said with that smirk of hers. Yeah, I am definitely dead huh, I stretched forth my arms to touch her face, and it felt warm again, âI guess we both die huh Diane.â âOhh my aren't you quite the dreamer,â she chuckled, âand just why do you think if you died we would be in the same place huh little sister,â she said as she gently wrapped my forehead. Jeez that was a little painful, wait I shouldn't be feeling pain while dead, right? I blinked my eyes slowly and then opened them wide up and saw the rest right inform me, Daniel, Sophie, Mickey, Nola, Silver and most of all Xander who sat right beside me, his hand wrapped in mine. âWait! Just how?â I tried to move upwards but felt
Kiara POV Bang!The sound of the gunshot froze my heart instantly as I watched Diane fall right in font of my eyes.Diane!â I called out in fear as I caught her right before she fell on the ground, tears running through my eyes.â Kiara!â I geared the scream of my father from my back but paid no heed to him, my mind all focused on Diane at that moment.â That's enough of old man, you will be handling me now,â Xander immediately intercepted.My thoughts scattered as everything suddenly became floozy in my eyes, âDiane you have to wake up, Diane, please don't close those eyes of yours!â I pleaded as I tried to stop the blood from bleeding in her chest.But all to no avail as the blood continued to run down, âDiane you can't leave me please, don't âââ Kiara,â her voice low as her breath was shaky, âand here I thought you couldn't wait to see me dead, huh?â she chuckled and then coughed up blood.â Diane please this isn't the time for jokes okay, please just stop talking and try to save
Kiara POV Time frozen, the voices of Diane, Nola, and Daniel echoed differently in my ears through the sound waves of the sea.At that moment, I saw my life flash right into my eyes as the bullet headed right at the two of us, Lilly grip on me frozen and tightened, leaving no room for escape for me.I can't believe this, am I going to die here? Just like this, without killing that bastard yet? With having revenge for my family, he murdered without any remorse? And without ever fully confessing my feelings for Xander?And then it hit me, Xander. If only I could talk, touch and see him one more time, I can't believe I won't be seeing him any more.I could help but recall all the moments I had with him as I watched those bullets head right to me, from our first meeting that led to my intense attraction to him, his beautiful emerald eyes, those chiselled abs of his that I couldn't help but look at.To the wedding then to our first skydiving date, that certainly was quite fun even though
Kiara POV â So you actually want me to go ahead with this plan of mine? Like really?ââYeah, I certainly do, little sister,â she responded with a smirk.Just when exactly does she plan to stop calling me her little sister? I mean, I'm not even her actual sister, so why can't she give it a rest already.I sat right down in my bed as I scoffed,âcould you quit it with the little sister taunts first, huh?ââNo can do,â her smirk unchanging.Ohh, just why do I even try to ask her to stop any more, she never listens anyway.Her smirk instantly faded away as the air became tense in the room, âSo you will be continuing this plan of yours, Kiara, it's important.â Just why exactly did I even try to go against Xander's wishes at first, if I just didn't make that call, she would not have heard me, and then I would not be in this right now.âAnd as for informing the head ââ her voice cut right through my thoughtsOhh right, Xander, will she tell him? She can't!âYou can not tell him anything abo
Kiara POV â Who the hell did that!â Leo voiced out in rage as a ray of light shined right above us with my elder sister Diane, Nola, Daniel, and silver jumping right down from the helicopter above us.â Hey father, hope this sweet daughter of yours aren't too late for this party, huh?â Diane smirked as she got down.Ohh, thank goodness they are finally here, I honestly thought I was going to die soon, jeez.But I must say the horrid look on Leo face was honestly quite pleasing and satisfying to see.âDiane, how dare you!!!â he voiced out in rage as he was rushed out buy some and his men.Bang! Another shot, this time straight to Lilly leg as she tried to escape in noticed.She fell right on the floor as she voiced out in angerâFuck!â The rest few were fighting and trying to hold off but to no avail, no so surprise though considering the people they were attempting to kill are practically monsters.I watched the whole thing play out as though it were an action movie, and I have to
Kiara POV How dare she betray the Darkwood and for no less with Leo blade? Has she gone utterly mad?âWell you certainly seemed quite shocked now huh, miss little princess,â she said as she then suddenly pulled my hair.â You know I still can't believe you fell for such an obvious trap honestly,â she laughed, her eyes stared right down at me, âI mean come on, how could you actually believe I would honestly want to work with you to kill your enemy, huh? âThis bitch! Just why the hell would she do this? I know we certainly never saw eye to eye, but a betrayal like this one is just crazy! I honestly doubted she would pull off something like this, she knows she would certainly get killed if she was discovered.Her hands gripped my hair even tighter as the pain poured right in my head, âohh my are you in pain huh, well, I'm just getting started though, I need you to suffer the pain you made my dear Xander go through, right dear,â her tone mocking as her eyes glimmered in joy at my sight.
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