LOGIN“I was going to kill you tonight. But I changed my mind.” “For our son...” “No, not for our son, not for any reason in particular.” “What are we doing, Elara?” He runs his hand through his hair. “One minute you’re planning an escape; the next, you’re promising to stay. What’s your plan?” “I plan to survive." ~~ Raised as a servant and maltreated in her own home, Elara escapes the night of her sister’s engagement after one reckless encounter with a masked stranger. She disappears, builds a new identity, and protects the only thing that matters: her son. Lucien Kòrvac, a billionaire CEO feared in shadows as a ruthless mafia Don was supposed to marry a ghost. Instead, he married the wrong woman or maybe the right one all along and has discovered he has a son he never knew existed. Now with her memories resurfacing, a hidden heir, a locked safe no one can open, and a past powerful enough to destroy both empires, Elara and Lucien find themselves trapped in a game neither of them understands. And the deeper they go, the closer they get to a truth that could change everything. Both are bound by a child, will hatred turn to desire, or will his past and her true identity destroy them both?
View MoreThird-person POV, At the same time in the Kórvac Mansion. The Kórvac mansion had never been this loud.The communications room had descended into controlled chaos as voices overlapped one another, soldiers rushed from one console to the next, and every available frequency dissolved into nothing but static. No matter how many times they attempted to reconnect with Team A, every transmission died before a single coherent word could be heard.Lucien wasn’t answering.Neither was Dante.Nor Nikolai.Elara stood several feet away from everyone else with her back against the wall, biting at the skin around her fingernails until they bled. Every failed attempt to establish contact tightened the knot in her chest until breathing itself became difficult. Her thoughts refused to slow down, replaying the contents of Matteo's file over and over until she could barely distinguish memory from panic.She had been right.She prayed she had been wrong.The contradiction was driving her mad.Noemi w
Third-person POV, Matteo’s trap wasn’t sprung with a gunshot.It began with silence.The explosion came several seconds later.The warehouse trembled beneath their feet as the blast ripped through one side of the compound, sending concrete and twisted steel into the air. Lucien barely had enough time to shove Dante aside before the floor beneath them collapsed completely. Dust swallowed the room, the ceiling caved inward, and the world disappeared beneath smoke, debris, and a roar so violent that even his enhanced hearing surrendered to a high-pitched ringing.Everything went black.~~Lucien woke with a sharp breath.For a brief moment, he couldn’t distinguish whether the throbbing in his skull came from the explosion or the nightmare he was certain he had been having. His vision refused to focus, and the ringing in his ears slowly faded into the sound of dripping water somewhere in the darkness.He tried to move, and metal clanked.His wrists were restrained above his head by thick
Elara’s POV, “YOU IDIOTS!” Every soldier below looks up. “ADRIAN VIRELLI IS MY FATHER!”Silence crashes over the courtyard. Noemi pushes through the crowd, staring at me as though I’ve completely lost my mind.“What the fuck are you doing, Elara? What are you saying?”“Get me down, and I’ll explain everything.”“It’s too late to throw a tantrum like this. The team already intercepted Matteo.”“But that’s exactly the problem!” I shout. “Matteo shouldn’t be moving! It’s part of his plan! Lucien is walking straight into a trap!”Noemi blinks.“What are you talking about?”I hold the folder over the edge.“This file says Adrian Virelli is my father.”She stares.“...What?”“Ha! Trust me, it came as a surprise to me too."“Elara, be fucking serious.”“I am serious! The file says Adrian Virelli is my father, Matteo Virelli is my uncle, and if that’s true, then Matteo already knows where the heir is.”Her expression changes.“Lucien went to retrieve the heir…”“Exactly. Dorine saw me fall i
Elara’s POV, Hours pass before I finally stop screaming.At some point, my voice gives out, my fists split open, and every vase, lamp, picture frame, and piece of furniture that can be broken ends up scattered across the floor. The room looks as though a hurricane tore through it, and I am too exhausted to care. Even the curtains are beginning to burn where I threw a candle without thinking. The smell of smoke hangs in the air, yet it somehow feels cleaner than the silence.He really left.Lucien actually left me here.I slide down the wall until I’m sitting on the floor, drawing my knees against my chest. The illusion remains perfect. There is still no door or window. Only the soft breeze drifting through a room that shouldn’t have any air at all.He promised he would never use his illusion on me again.A bitter laugh escapes me.Another promise broken.My eyes wander across the room until they settle beneath the bed again for the fifth time.The folder.Dorine’s folder.The one I s
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