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Chapter 3: Bound by Fire and Ice

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last update Last Updated: 2025-03-17 20:33:26

Elena Romano knew how to play the game.

Seduction. Manipulation. Revenge.

For years, she had studied the art of destruction, learned how to strike where it hurt the most. She had built her empire in the shadows, away from the ghosts of her past.

But now, she was walking straight into the lion’s den.

Killian’s world.

And tonight?

She was ready to burn it down.

The night air was thick with the scent of power, money, and sin.

The Graves Estate stood like a fortress, a mansion of glass and steel, looming over the city like a kingdom of shadows. Inside, the annual masquerade ball was in full swing—New York’s most powerful figures dressed in black and gold, their faces hidden behind delicate masks.

Elena stepped into the grand hall, her gown a deep shade of crimson, a color that spoke of war and temptation.

She wasn’t here to blend in.

She was here to be seen.

The room was alive with whispers. Who was she?

Who was the woman who walked in like she owned the place?

And then, she felt it.

The weight of his gaze.

Her pulse spiked, but she refused to look.

Instead, she let herself be led onto the dance floor by a handsome billionaire, someone unimportant. A pawn.

The music swelled, and she let the dance consume her, moving with a practiced grace, her body a weapon designed to tempt and destroy.

And then—

A voice. Deep. Familiar.

“I believe this dance belongs to me.”

A shiver ran down her spine, but she schooled her expression into indifference as the man before her stiffened, recognizing who had spoken.

Killian Graves.

The devil himself.

Elena turned, meeting his dark, calculating gaze.

He wore a black mask, covering only the upper half of his face, but she could still see the sharp angles of his jaw, the lips that had once whispered promises against her skin.

He extended his hand, his touch a silent command.

She hesitated.

She should refuse.

She should walk away.

But then again, she never had been one to back down from a challenge.

So she placed her hand in his.

And just like that, the game changed.

His hand rested on her waist, possessive and firm, as he pulled her close.

The music slowed, and they moved together, their bodies inches apart, the tension thick and suffocating.

“Did you miss me?” he murmured, his lips barely an inch from her ear.

Elena smirked. “I forgot you existed.”

His grip tightened—just for a second. A warning.

Liar.

“You look good in red,” he said, his voice smooth, unreadable. “Like you came dressed for war.”

Her eyes met his, challenging, unafraid. “Maybe I did.”

Killian chuckled, low and dark. “I should warn you, sweetheart—wars with me never end well for the other side.”

Elena tilted her head. “We’ll see.”

They moved in perfect sync, but the air between them was anything but smooth. It was dangerous. Volatile.

And then, just as the music reached its final note, Killian spun her around, pressing her back against his chest.

Her breath caught.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her neck.

“Elena,” he murmured, his voice like silk and steel. “You’re playing a game you don’t fully understand.”

Her heart pounded.

But she wouldn’t let him win.

Not this time.

She turned in his arms, her fingers sliding up his chest, her lips barely a breath away from his.

“You think I don’t understand?” she whispered. “Killian, I invented this game.”

Then, before he could react, she smiled sweetly—

And walked away.

Elena stepped into the cool night air, her pulse still thrumming.

She had won this round.

She had walked away first.

But before she could take another step, a strong hand grabbed her wrist.

She spun around, already knowing who it was.

Killian.

His dark eyes burned into hers, his grip firm but not painful.

“I wasn’t finished,” he murmured.

Elena smirked. “That’s the difference between us, Killian. You think you can control everything.”

His jaw clenched. “And you think you’re untouchable?”

She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. “You can’t break something that’s already been shattered.”

For the first time, something flickered in his gaze.

Something almost like regret.

Almost.

But before she could turn again, he moved.

One second, she was standing in front of him.

The next, her back was against the cold stone wall, his body caging her in.

Her breath hitched.

He leaned in, his lips inches from hers.

“You think you’ve come back stronger,” he murmured. “But, sweetheart… I still know exactly how to ruin you.”

Her heart thundered.

She refused to be weak.

Not again.

So she smiled.

Leaning up, she whispered against his lips, “And I know exactly how to destroy you.”

Then, with a smirk, she stepped past him—leaving him standing alone in the dark.

***

Victor DeLuca watched from the shadows, a wicked smile curling on his lips.

So, it was true.

Elena Romano was back.

And she wasn’t just here for revenge—she was toying with Killian Graves.

This was going to be fun.

Very, very fun.

Victor pulled out his phone, dialing a number.

“She’s back,” he murmured.

The voice on the other end chuckled.

“Then let the real game begin.”

To Be Continued…

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