LOGINOne fake kiss made me his wife. Now, it might get me killed. I wanted out of my father’s mafia world. I had a plan, a bag of cash, and a new life waiting. But then I met Dante Moretti. To help him spite his ex-wife, I agreed to play his fiancée for just five minutes. It was the biggest mistake of my life. My father saw us. Before the night was over, he made it official: marry Dante in seven days, or people I love start dying. Dante is cold and dangerous, and hates my family name. He thinks I’m just a spoiled princess he can lock away. He doesn't know that I’ve been secretly sabotaging his business for months and that I’m his biggest enemy. Now I’m trapped in his house and sharing his bed. I’m supposed to hate him, but every time he touches me, the line between acting and reality blurs. This is my reality; I'm joined by the Blood Oath to a man who might be my only hope or my end.
View More( Aria's Point of View )I sat in the back of an unmarked sedan, watching the lights of Parkview Heights approach through the window. The gated community rose from the landscape like a fortress of wealth and privilege. High walls, manicured lawns, houses that cost more than most people earned in a lifetime. Somewhere inside those walls, Marcus waited with Senator Hartley's daughter, believing I was walking into his trap.He wasn't wrong. I was walking into a trap. I just wasn't planning to stay caught."Five minutes to the gate," the driver said. He was one of Hartley's federal agents, a man named Torres who'd been with the Senator for over a decade. "You sure about this, Mrs. Moretti?""Not even a little bit," I admitted. "But we're doing it anyway."In my ear, Isabella's voice crackled through the nearly invisible communication device they'd installed. "I have you on thermal. You're showing as the only heat signature in the vehicle. The gate guard is in position, but he's not alerti
( Aria's Point of View )Waiting is its own special kind of torture. Especially when the people you love are walking into danger you sent them toward.The command center had transformed into a nerve center of barely controlled tension. Isabella sat at her station, monitoring six different camera feeds and three communication channels simultaneously. I stood behind her, watching the tactical display that showed Viktor's strike team as moving dots on a digital map. Dante paced like a caged animal, his injured shoulder forgotten in his anxiety. Even Giuliana had abandoned her usual composure, standing rigid by the window with her arms crossed tightly."Team One approaching outer perimeter," Mikhail's voice crackled through the speakers. "No visible sentries. Proceeding to secondary position."On the screen, I watched the thermal imaging Isabella had hacked from a commercial satellite. The Riverside Manufacturing Complex appeared as a ghostly outline, heat signatures blooming in different
( Aria's Point of View )Insomnia has a particular texture when lives hang in the balance.I gave up on sleep around three in the morning and found myself wandering the Villa Moretti's halls like a ghost haunting her own life. The estate felt different at night, with armed guards patrolling the grounds and the hum of surveillance equipment replacing the usual silence. Through windows, I could see the tactical lights Viktor's team had installed, turning the once-beautiful gardens into something that looked more like a military checkpoint.My feet carried me to Giuliana's library without conscious decision. The old woman sat in her wingback chair by the fireplace, a book in her lap and a glass of wine on the side table. She didn't look surprised to see me."Can't sleep either?" she asked, gesturing to the chair across from her."I keep doing the math," I admitted, sitting down. "One life for dozens. Marcus made it sound so simple.""Evil often does," Giuliana said. She closed her book.
( Aria's Point of View )War doesn't announce itself with trumpets. It creeps in through cracks in trust, through exhaustion, through the slow realization that everyone you love might die tomorrow.The command center had become the beating heart of our defense, a converted ballroom now filled with tactical displays, communication equipment, and people who, twenty-four hours ago, had been enemies. Isabella manned the central computer station, coordinating surveillance feeds from cameras Viktor's team had installed around the estate perimeter. Senator Hartley stood over a three-dimensional tactical map projected onto the table, moving virtual markers representing defensive positions and potential attack vectors. And Viktor prowled the edges of the room like a caged wolf, questioning every decision, challenging every assumption."The north wall is our weakest point," Viktor was saying, jabbing a finger at the projection. "Trees come too close to the perimeter fence. It gives attackers co


















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