I slept with my boyfriend’s twin brother, a Mafia don. One wild, drunk night, I gave in to him at his family’s masquerade ball, only to discover too late that the man who held me was not Nikolai my loving boyfriend. It was his twin Kieran Petrov, the feared don of the NY Mafia. A cruel man with blood on his hands, now I hold a devastating secret. I’m pregnant and I have no clue which of the brothers is the father. So when I decide to come clean to Nikolai and get closure before I leave the city, I find out a grave secret. Nikolai had been cheating on me with my best friend for years. So I run away, leaving it all behind and going into hiding. However, the Petrov family has enemies, does that want the only heir of the family dead. But Kieran tracks me down, he brings me back and present me with a deal I can’t refuse. Marry him and receive protection or stay where I am and die. I should hate him, in fact I do, he had known I was his brother’s girlfriend and still went ahead to make love to me. But I have no choice, I signed the contract and become Kieran’s contract wife. It was just for protection, nothing else, at least that’s what I think
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Selena’s POV My heart thumps rapidly in my chest when I find out a shocking truth. My boyfriend is a criminal and so is his entire family. Moments ago “I want you to meet my family,Selena. I want to make you my woman and you must know every part of me before we do this, I do not want to hide things from you at all. Do you remember what I said the first time you tried to get close to me, Selena.” I swallow nervously. “Yes. You said bright girls like me don’t deserve a tiny chance at your dark world.” “Now, I want your brightness to light up my world and expel the darkness in me.” The calmness in his eyes did nothing to ease the anxiousness that was threatening to devour me any moment from now. “Just to be clear Selena, it is still a contract marriage. I’m only doing this because my parents are extremely sensitive. We cannot afford to mess anything up, not now.” His eyes search mine for an answer and I do not bother hiding my feelings. “Is it a must that I attend this?” “We will eventually see our families sooner or later and as much as I hate to admit it, you will later come in contact with my family. You might as well just agree to meet them now.” “I will pick you up by five in the evening. There’ll be red carpet and I want you to make me a grand entry. I want them to know that you’re mine and mine alone.” He trails his finger down my back and I have to snap my mouth shut to keep myself from moaning. “Red carpet? Nikolai,what exactly are you up to?” My heart starts hammering in my chest again. Every fibre in my body is fighting hard against this decision. A part of me is so reluctant to go see his family. “You will know me better by tonight, Sel.” He chuckles and lets go of me. “No matter what happens tonight, remember, I love you, see you tonight.” I walk faster home, my mind racing constantly on the thought of the ball. I have nothing appropriate to wear, I live a simple life and and my luxury has never included a ball. I get home and my mind somehow manages to isolate the dress to the event. “Ding.” I nearly throw my phone to the floor when I realize it’s a message from Nikolai. “The things I ordered for you for the ball are outside.” I furrow my eyebrows still lost to the thought of all of this. I walk down with my legs slightly trembling as I open the door. A red box is seated neatly on the floor of my doorstep. I pick up the box and I lock my door. It feels heavy and I open it immediately destroying the box in the process, white earrings that shine bright with a dazzling necklace and a white gown. My mouth hangs open as I unwrap the dress. A knock on the door startles me and I forced to leave the dress. “Hello?” A tall lady stands at the front of my door with a box. Everything about her screams class. “Miss Selena, Mr Nikolai sent me to you to prepare you for the ball.” Slowly, I drift away from the door, wide enough for her to pass. “I almost did not believe the young master when he asked me to come dress a lady. I was expecting to see a man, everyone thinks he is gay! I can see why now,you’ll do.” She stares at me with a scrutinizing gaze. “Sit.” She presses me to the chair with my shoulders. I bite down on my lower lip to stop myself from saying anything I’m not supposed to. We do not say a word to each other until she’s done! “Young Master Nikolai would be more than excited!” She claps her hands in air delighted at her masterpiece. I stare at the mirror in front of me and I am unable to recognize myself. I pay with my fingers as the time draws near. “He’s here. Right on time as expected of him.” I square my shoulders and I brace myself for the worst; my mind stays fix on scenerio of a prison break. I struggle to balance myself in the heels, I get better with each step. I pause in my tracks when I see him. He’s wearing a black button up and black slacks. The clothes hug him in the right places and he opens the button at the neck, wide enough for anyone to see his dragon tattoo. “Mi amor.” My mouth breaks into a smile with his greeting. “You look stunning much more than I expected.” My mind screams danger, my soul wants to leave my body and my body wants to be with him. “Here.” He opens the seat and I get in the back. “Remember Sel, no matter what happens tonight, you remain mine.” He interlaces his fingers with mine. The ride is quiet fast or maybe it’s because I’m dreading this ball or whatever it is with everything in me. “Welcome home young master.” I am dragged back to reality when I see the huge castle and the amount of humans bowing down to him. “This.. Is this? Your home?” My breath fastens and its not what I can control. “No. We’ll get there.” I place my hands on my chest unable to stop my racing heart. “Welcome to my World, Mi Sel.” The gates in front of us roll open by theirselves. “Welcome Young Master.” A man old enough to birth the both of us bows down to him. “Young Master Nikolai? I don’t understand what’s happening.” I stare around in a daze. Then it hits me, the dragon tattoo on his neck, they all have it. Some on their wrist, some on their waist but open for everyone to see it. “Nikolai?” My throat runs dry. The last time I saw a group of people with the same tattoo was when mother and father were brutally murdered right in front of my eyes. “Sel?” I jolt and my hands tightly grip my dress. “You’re a ma-“ The rest of the word hangs in my throat. “I’m a mafia boss Selina.”Ink and EmbersSelena’s POVI hadn’t even left the foundry when the letter arrived. No courier, no device alert, no stamp just a folded sheet of pale ash-colored paper left in the center of the manuscript room, right beside the sealed case where the original Flame Creed now rested under protective glass. It hadn’t been there when I entered. Michelle had done the final sweep herself. But when I turned back from speaking with Jason near the rear exit, it was there. Waiting. Silent. Unfolded, but not carelessly so. Like it knew it didn’t need dramatics to be dangerous.The paper was smooth. Untouched by creases, as if whoever delivered it had done so with reverence, not haste. I read the first line without hesitation, and it was exactly the voice I feared it would be.Selena,Fire is honest, yes. But it forgets that smoke always gets there first. You spoke today like a woman who still believes in oxygen. But my dear… not all rooms have windows. Not all doors are meant to be opened. I s
The Convocation of FireSelena’s POVThe call went out at dawn.No codes. No layered encryption. No silence. For the first time since the creed was born, I sent the invitation openly, under my own name, and signed it with the same ink I used to write the first lines by hand. It wasn’t a request. It wasn’t a plea. It was a gathering. A line drawn not in sand or blood but in clarity. I invited every flame faction still active, every neutral group observing from the shadows, and even those suspected of leaning toward Mikhail’s new movement. No gatekeeping. No exclusion. I wanted them to come. All of them. Because this wasn’t about territory anymore it was about truth, and whether it could survive the weight of too many interpretations.We chose a decommissioned foundry in old Veyrin, a ringed structure with natural acoustics and solid structural integrity. Jason’s team swept it six times before I even entered. Michelle tripled security on the interior walls, planted silent identifiers
The War Between Shadows and FlameSelena’s POVBy the end of the third week, we stopped pretending this wasn’t a war. There were no formal declarations, no drawn battle lines, no banners raised in defiance. But we felt it in the silence of the defunct comm lines, in the way allies delayed responses that used to come in seconds, in the strange absences of familiar names from our daily intelligence briefings. They weren’t gone, not all of them, but they were quieter. Watching. Waiting. Listening to a voice that didn’t speak through bulletins or summits but filtered through rumor, paranoia, and what Jason now called “the whisper chain.” Mikhail wasn’t building with steel or strategy. He was building belief. And belief was harder to kill than blood.Michelle entered the command room that morning with eyes sharper than usual, a gesture in her hand that made even Jason rise before she spoke. “We lost the Flamehold in Drevnik.” No one responded. We’d been expecting it. “No casualties. Our
When Smoke SpeaksSelena’s POVThe warehouse still smelled like oil and iron when we stepped out. The air was thick with the aftertaste of memory and warning, and even though Mikhail had left without drawing a weapon, the tension his presence left behind clung to my skin like ash. I didn’t say anything as we crossed the cracked pavement of the lot, my boots scraping against gravel with every step. Jason remained at my side, jaw tight, his silence speaking volumes. Michelle followed closely, one hand resting near the weapon at her hip not out of fear, but out of instinct. She knew, as I did, that men like Mikhail never reappeared just to speak. Their words were always the first layer of something far more dangerous. And though he had walked away into the fog, I felt it the way the ground had shifted beneath us again. He didn’t need a throne or a faction. His presence alone was a spark waiting for oxygen.We entered the safe house thirty minutes later, a temporary space we’d prepar
The First Fire ReturnsSelena’s POVI knew something was wrong the moment the message arrived without a sender ID. It wasn’t encrypted. It wasn’t threatening. Just a plain text email that slipped past every firewall Michelle had set, every digital lock Jason had reinforced. But it wasn’t the breach that disturbed me it was the silence inside the message. No signature. No subject. Just one line that hit like a fist to the chest: He’s still alive. He never left. And beneath it, a single attachment a photograph.I opened it, fingers already trembling before the image appeared. The photo wasn’t recent. It was years old, distorted by time and static, but I recognized the background. The sharp arch of stone. The window cracked at the top. A warehouse we once used during a covert mission in North Alwick one where we lost three operatives and nearly lost Jason. But it wasn’t the setting that stole the breath from my lungs. It was the face standing in the shadows behind the crates. Parti
The Weight Of One, Carried By Three Elara's POV"This feels... different," Kieran murmured, his voice barely audible above the hum of the nexus point. His usual pragmatism was replaced by a palpable unease. The weight of our choice seemed to press down on him, heavy and suffocating."Indeed," Selena agreed, her voice low and steady. "The path of sacrifice. It's isolating, yet strengthening. We feel the weight of the decision, but also the unity of purpose." Her hand rested on the Sunstone, its light a comforting presence amidst the growing isolation."What's happening?" I asked, my voice tight. The solitude wasn't just a feeling; it was a tangible pressure, a growing sense of isolation that seemed to push us apart, even as our shared commitment held us together."The path is separating us," Selena explained. "It's testing our bond, pushing us to the limits of our individual capabilities. It's not separating our wills, but our perceptions. We are experiencing this trial individually,
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