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Executioner's debt

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Kira's POV

​Raheem’s desperate, sniveling pleas dissolved into meaningless white noise. Stripped of his lies, he was nothing but a terrified shell kneeling on the cold stone of a French cellar.

​I stepped smoothly into his guard, exactly as Aziel had taught me in the church.

​Raheem tried to pull back, but Aziel’s heavy combat boot remained planted firmly against the back of his calves, pinning him perfectly in place for my strike. My Warlord held the monster still, and I delivered the judgment
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    Kira's POV​The sound of my stepsister’s pathetic, muffled sobbing echoed off the walls, but I didn't look back at her. I kept my face pressed against Aziel’s chest, breathing in the scent of him.​Slowly, the tension in Aziel’s muscles began to shift. ​He gently pulled back just enough to look down at me, his thumbs sweeping across my cheekbones. Then, his dark, merciless eyes slid over my shoulder to the far side of the cellar.​Roshan was still on the floor, bleeding from his shattered wrist, staring at Raheem’s lifeless in horror. The suave, arrogant King of Europe had finally realized he was trapped in a cage with a monster he could not control.​Aziel let go of my waist. He stepped over the pool of blood and walked toward Roshan slowly.​"Wait," I called out, my voice cutting sharply through the freezing air.​Aziel stopped instantly. He didn't question me. He turned his head, looking at me over his shoulder, the shotgun hanging loosely from his grip.​"Bring him to his feet,"

  • Rebirth of the Billionaire’s Substitute Bride   Executioner's debt

    Kira's POV​Raheem’s desperate, sniveling pleas dissolved into meaningless white noise. Stripped of his lies, he was nothing but a terrified shell kneeling on the cold stone of a French cellar.​I stepped smoothly into his guard, exactly as Aziel had taught me in the church.​Raheem tried to pull back, but Aziel’s heavy combat boot remained planted firmly against the back of his calves, pinning him perfectly in place for my strike. My Warlord held the monster still, and I delivered the judgment.​I drove the matte-black steel upward, burying the blade directly under Raheem’s sternum.​And then, with every ounce of the agony I had carried across two lifetimes, I twisted the hilt.​It was instantaneous. Raheem’s eyes went entirely wide, the shock stealing the breath from his lungs before he could even scream. A choked, wet gasp tore from his throat. His body seized against the blade, and then, all at once, the life completely drained from his eyes.​I pulled the knife free. Raheem colla

  • Rebirth of the Billionaire’s Substitute Bride   Slaughter

    Kira’s POVThe sounds of the slaughter in the courtyard grew muffled as we descended the spiraling stone staircase into the bowels of the Chateau Noir.The air in the cellar was freezing, thick with the smell of damp earth and centuries-old wine. Aziel walked half a step ahead of me, his shotgun raised, his massive frame completely shielding me from the dark. We didn't speak. The absolute, synchronized silence between us was louder than the gunfire echoing above.At the bottom of the stairs, a heavy, iron-reinforced oak door stood closed.Aziel didn't bother checking the handle. He stepped back, raised his heavy combat boot, and kicked the door with such devastating, concussive force that the iron hinges violently snapped. The wood splintered into pieces, completely blowing out the entrance to the wine cellar.We stepped through the debris.The cellar was massive, lit only by a few flickering overhead bulbs. Rows of dusty wine racks formed a labyrinth of shadows.But my eyes didn't se

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    Kira’s POVThe Chateau Noir sat at the edge of a cliff overlooking the dark, thrashing waters of the English Channel.It wasn't a modern compound. It was a sprawling, centuries-old stone fortress that looked like it had been carved from the nightmares of a medieval king. Massive wrought-iron gates guarded the only bridge leading to the estate, heavily fortified by the Elders’ elite Parisian guard. The men manning the barricades were armed with military-grade thermal optics and heavy caliber machine guns.They were expecting a head on assault. They were expecting Aziel to attempt a stealth infiltration through the woods.We didn't give them the satisfaction.I sat in the passenger seat of the lead hijacked cartel transport truck, the heavy steel of the door vibrating beneath my hand as we sped down the winding, fog-choked mountain road.Aziel was driving. He didn't turn off the headlights. He didn't slow down. He gripped the heavy steering wheel with absolute, terrifying calm, his foot

  • Rebirth of the Billionaire’s Substitute Bride   Train

    Kira’s POWe didn't hide in a hotel, and we didn't seek out a billionaire’s penthouse.Silas led us deep into the forgotten outskirts of Paris, to a centuries-old, abandoned Gothic church hidden behind overgrown dead vines and wrought-iron gates. The stone walls were freezing, the stained glass windows shattered decades ago, and the massive vaulted ceiling vanished into the absolute blackness above.It was a place built for the dead. It was the perfect forward operating base for a ghost army.Kael’s street soldiers immediately fortified the perimeter, barricading the heavy oak doors and setting up watch posts in the crumbling bell tower. They moved in complete, disciplined silence, cleaning their weapons and loading fresh magazines by the light of a dozen flickering lanterns.I sat on a crumbling stone pew in the center of the nave, the cold seeping through my clothes. The adrenaline from the runway breach was slowly fading, leaving behind a heavy, suffocating anticipation.Raheem was

  • Rebirth of the Billionaire’s Substitute Bride   Landing

    Kira’s POVThe warning sirens in the cabin began to scream, drowning out the roar of the jet engines."Brace for impact!" the pilot’s voice tore through the intercom.We weren't pulling up. We were dropping like a stone into the pitch-black Parisian night.Aziel quickly grabbed me, shoving me down into the leather captain’s chair in the private suite and snapping the five-point harness over my chest. He didn't strap himself in. Instead, he braced his combat boots against the reinforced bulkhead and wrapped his arms around me, caging my body with his own."Hold on to me!" Aziel roared over the sirens.I buried my face in his chest, gripping his shirt so tightly my fingers ached.Outside the window, the ground rushed up to meet us. The Elders had parked a dozen armored transport trucks directly across the runway to force us to divert. They forgot who they were dealing with.The landing gear hit the asphalt with a bone-shattering crack.A split second later, the nose of the Global 7500

  • Rebirth of the Billionaire’s Substitute Bride   The First Domino

    Kira’s POVI could not stop thinking about the shattered crystal on the floor. I paced the length of my massive bedroom in the Lockwood mansion. The sun had set, casting long shadows across the walls. But my mind was stuck on the entryway downstairs. Miss Peterson. The elderly servant had looked

  • Rebirth of the Billionaire’s Substitute Bride   The Husband I never understood

    Kira’s POVThe chaos of the ballroom was finally left behind, replaced by the choking silence of the hotel’s executive lounge. Two lawyers stood nervously beside a polished table. Resting in the center was a fifty-page marriage contract. It outlined the strict boundaries of my new life as a Lockwo

  • Rebirth of the Billionaire’s Substitute Bride   The Wedding Explosion

    Kira’s POV The grand ballroom of the St. Regis Hotel was a sea of white roses. Thousands of blooms hung from the crystal chandeliers, their sweet scent masking the toxic reality of the room. The hall was packed to capacity. Rows of velvet chairs were filled with the city's most powerful business

  • Rebirth of the Billionaire’s Substitute Bride   Game on

    Kira’s POV The first thing I noticed was that I could breathe. Air rushed into my lungs, fresh air that didn’t taste like smoke, and that didn’t smell like gasoline or burning hair. It tasted clean, cold, and sweet. I bolted upright. My hands flew to my chest, then to my face. I expected to fe

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