LOGIN“You’re not here to serve drinks tonight,” the man said calmly. “You’re here because I bought you.” Aruna never chose the night world. She was forced into it by debt, desperation, and a failed surgery that took her mother’s life instead of saving it. Alone and drowning in unpaid bills, she became trapped in an elite nightclub owned by a ruthless boss who now holds her life on a leash. In a place where bodies are traded and innocence is a myth, Aruna hides a dangerous secret. She is still a virgin. When Dante Ravelino, the most feared Mafia King in the city’s underworld, steps into the bar searching for a pure woman to satisfy a private demand, fate makes its cruel move. The boss sells Aruna without her consent, sealing her destiny in one illegal deal. But Dante is not the monster she expected. Cold. Controlled. Deadly. And disturbingly drawn to her quiet defiance. What begins as a transaction turns into an obsession neither of them can escape. Aruna soon learns that her mother’s death was no accident, her debt was never random, and her body was never the real target. She is part of a much darker game. Surrounded by bloodshed, betrayals, and mafia wars, Aruna must survive a world ruled by power and violence while fighting feelings that could destroy them both. Loving a Mafia King means surrendering to danger… or becoming danger itself. Because in Dante Ravelino’s world, once you are bought— you are never truly free.
View More“It’s that part of you enjoyed surviving it.”The words hit harder than the gunfire.Harder than the collapsing tunnel.Harder than every memory tearing through Aruna’s head.For one terrible second—Everything stopped.Because deep down, beneath the fear and confusion and horror—Part of her knew exactly what Lucien meant.Not enjoyment.Not cruelty.Something worse.Control.The feeling of no longer being helpless.And that terrified her.Another burst of gunfire exploded through the tunnel walls.Concrete shattered beside Dante as he fired back instantly, dropping two advancing operatives before pulling Aruna lower behind cover.“Stay with me.”His voice sounded distant.Muted beneath the pounding inside her skull.Lucien’s eyes never left her.Calm.Certain.Like he had already predicted this moment years ago.“You hate hearing it,” he continued softly through the chaos. “But your body remembers before your mind does.”“Shut up!” Dante snapped.Lucien barely acknowledged him.“Whe
“…you may not like who you were before they erased her.”The tunnel went silent.Cold.Heavy.Every muscle in Aruna’s body tightened painfully as Lucien’s words settled into her chest like poison.Before they erased her.Not your memories.Her.Like the version of Aruna standing here now was someone entirely different from the girl she used to be.Dante stepped slightly in front of her instantly, gun raised without hesitation.“Stop talking.”Lucien looked mildly amused. “You think silence protects people.”“No,” Dante replied coldly.“I think you manipulate truth like a weapon.”Lucien tilted his head slightly. “Truth is a weapon.”Marco muttered under his breath, “I genuinely want to shoot him every time he speaks.”“No,” Evelyn said quietly from behind them.“Not yet.”Lucien’s gaze shifted toward Evelyn slowly. “Still sentimental.”“And you’re still a disease.”The tunnel lights flickered weakly overhead.Dust drifted through the cold underground air while the distant sound of col
"She hasn’t remembered the worst part yet.”The words followed them into the tunnel like a curse.Concrete shook violently overhead as Dante slammed the metal hatch shut behind them. The impact echoed through the underground passage while dust rained from the ceiling.Then—Silence.Not true silence.The distant sound of collapsing steel still groaned above them. Explosions thundered somewhere far behind. The city itself sounded like it was breaking apart.But inside the tunnel—Everything narrowed into breathing.Footsteps.Fear.Aruna moved forward numbly beside Dante while Marco guided the flashlight ahead through the darkness. The narrow underground path stretched endlessly beneath Jakarta like something abandoned years ago.Cold air.Rust.Moisture dripping from cracked pipes.And Lucien’s final sentence repeating inside her head over and over again.She hasn’t remembered the worst part yet.“What did he mean?” Aruna asked quietly.No one answered immediately.That alone terrifie
No one moved.No one breathed.The corridor looked like a battlefield dragged straight out of hell. Bodies covered the floor in unnatural positions, blood spreading beneath tactical armor while emergency lights flickered weakly overhead.And in the middle of it all—Evelyn stood perfectly still.Blood dripped slowly from her fingertips.Not hers.Never hers.Aruna stared at her in shock.Because seeing Evelyn through a screen had been terrifying.Seeing her in person was something else entirely.She carried violence the way other people carried shadows.Naturally.Effortlessly.Like destruction followed her without permission.Lucien looked at the bodies scattered around him, then back at Evelyn.And smiled faintly.“You’re still dramatic.”Evelyn’s expression didn’t change. “You’re still alive.”The tension in the hallway became unbearable instantly.Marco swallowed hard. “I’m beginning to think they’ve tried killing each other before.”“They have,” Aruna’s mother whispered weakly.N
“Stay behind me.”Dante’s voice was low, controlled, but there was no room for argument.The shattered glass on the floor glittered under the dim light. Footsteps echoed from the corridor outside the safe house, heavy and deliberate. Someone was inside. No hesitation. No warning.Aruna’s fingers ti
The wind swept across the bridge, cold and restless.For a moment, no one spoke.The name The Ghost hung in the air like a quiet death sentence.Alina looked between Arun and Lena.Neither of them seemed surprised.But something had changed in Arun’s expression.Something darker.“You’re sure?” Aru
The cold metal of the maintenance walkway vibrated beneath Alina’s hands as she steadied herself.Above them, the bridge still echoed with distant movement—Arun’s soldiers regrouping, searching for the invisible sniper who had turned their battlefield into a shooting range.But down here, beneath t
Gunfire echoed across the bridge.The first assassin screamed as he collapsed, clutching his bleeding shoulder.Panic exploded among the remaining riders.“Sniper!” one of them shouted.Another dove behind his motorcycle, firing blindly toward the shadows beneath the bridge.But it was too late.Ar


















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