FAZER LOGINBetrayed by blood… Abandoned by family… Rescued by the Mafia! “You should’ve just died with your mother, it would have made things so much easier." My stomach dropped. She meant it… she really meant it. “In fact, I have an idea! Why don't you just die right now?" ________________________________ Miley had her entire life planned out: destined to inherit her late mother’s iconic fashion empire, she wanted to become a successful designer, then marry her childhood sweetheart and live happily ever after— But on the very day that's supposed to mark the beginning of her fairytale, her life ends up unraveling from the seams… Facing a betrayal from every last person she ever trusted, Miley is left as nothing more than a living corpse… declared dead and arranged to be sold to a brothel. With the hopes of living her dream, Miley found herself trapped inside a Nightmare. Until she runs into a dangerous man— rumored to have murdered every single family member in cold blood to claim his title of Mafia King. She made a deal with the Devil, to destroy her monsters… In a world of secrets and scars, can two broken souls stitch together a new legacy?
Ver maisMiley's POVI held Tulio a little tighter, brushing his damp hair from his forehead, letting the warmth of my body try to chase away the tremors of fever and fear. Nico’s presence was a constant shadow of strength beside me, his hand occasionally brushing mine, a silent reassurance that he was already thinking three steps ahead. I watched Tulio’s small chest rise and fall, eyes fluttering in shallow sleep, and I couldn’t stop myself from running through every possible scenario in my head—every moment Emily might have had to tamper with the cookies, every opportunity she could have used to hurt him.Minutes later, Nico’s phone buzzed sharply. He glanced at the screen and his jaw tightened. “Right,” he muttered, then dialed a number. I could hear only fragments—low, clipped words, a voice giving information quickly—but the impact of the call made Nico’s expression darken further.“What is it?” I asked, my voice tight.“She’s been spotted,” he said, his tone low and dangerous. “Near the
Miley's POV I stayed close to Tulio as Nico dialed his phone again, the low hum of his tone reminding me that he was already calculating the next move, even as I wrestled with the fear coiling in my chest. Tulio had finally settled against the pillows, small arms clutching at my shirt, eyes half-lidded but still restless. He muttered something about the cookies again, but it was indistinct, half-dream, half-memory.Nico’s phone buzzed with a call back. He answered curtly, his voice shifting to the sharp edge I knew meant business. I tried not to listen too closely, but the words reached me anyway, laced with that lethal calm he always carried.“Yes… yes, what do you have?” His eyes sharpened, scanning Tulio and the room as if nothing could escape him. “Where? Show me everything.” He listened, nodding slowly. Then he spoke again, this time his voice low and lethal. “She was spotted… near the bakeries on Church Street… yes, multiple times over the past few days. Good. Keep tracking, do
Miley's POVThe bedroom was warm, scented with the faint aroma of vanilla and lavender from the candles Nico insisted on lighting, and I felt the softness of the sheets beneath me as his hands traced my back in slow, deliberate patterns. His touch was electric, leaving trails of fire wherever it lingered, and I leaned into him instinctively, letting my head rest against his chest. The quiet hum of the city outside seemed distant, irrelevant. All that mattered was the heat of him, the low rumble of his voice as he whispered my name like it was a spell.“I’ve missed you,” he murmured, lips brushing against my temple, a soft feathering that made my stomach twist and my pulse quicken. I had missed him, too, more than I had allowed myself to admit. Life in the company, the constant chess game with Emily lurking on the sidelines, had worn me down in ways I hadn’t fully realized until now, until Nico’s presence reminded me of what it felt like to be untouchable, unstoppable, and yet utterly
Miley's POVI sipped the last of my coffee, letting the warmth settle through me as Nico leaned against the kitchen counter, eyes fixed on me in that way that made my pulse stutter every time. “You ready?” he asked, voice low, teasing, but there was an undercurrent of steel I couldn’t ignore.“Ready as I’ll ever be,” I said, setting the mug down. My fingers lingered on the rim, steadying myself. “Emily’s going to try something today. I can feel it.”He smirked, pushing off the counter to walk toward me. “Then we make sure she fails. Together.” He slipped an arm around my waist, pulling me close. “Nothing touches my Angel.”I shivered at the possessiveness, but the reminder of our last night gave me courage. “Good,” I murmured. “Because the first crisis hits the moment we walk in.”He raised a brow. “Already?”“Yes,” I said. “The first supplier sent a panic email about fabric shortages. They claim their dye machine broke, but I have a feeling—call it intuition—that someone’s trying to
Miley's POV I stepped into the boardroom, the polished mahogany floor reflecting the fluorescent lights above. Everyone turned, whispers dying mid-sentence when they saw me stride in. I held my head high, letting my presence fill the space, feeling Nico’s eyes on my back like a shield I didn’t nee
Miley's POV The office was alive, almost buzzing, when I walked in. Not with the usual polite hum of workers settling into their day but with the tension of chaos brewing just under the surface. My heels clicked against the polished floor, a rhythmic assertion that I was present, that I was back,
Miley’s POVI had barely stepped into my office the next morning when the first whispers reached me. Emily’s fingerprints were all over them, though she wasn’t even here yet. Someone had leaked information that our upcoming launch had “potential flaws” in design, that the schedules were slipping, t
Miley’s POVI stood frozen under the dim light of the hall, my hands clenched at my sides, nails biting into skin. Emily’s voice still echoed in my mind, that high-pitched panic she’d tried to disguise with calm. But nothing could disguise the guilt that leaked from every word she said.She stood b





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