Masuk“Russian Mafia’s Queen” is a tantalizing, high-stakes dark romance that plunges into the dangerous world of the Russian mafia. Chloe Monroe, a woman with a hidden past, is thrust into a life she never expected when she crosses paths with the cold and calculating Nicholas Romanov, heir to the Russian mafia’s empire. Nicholas is a man driven by power and control, a leader who never leaves loose ends. But Chloe’s presence disturbs him in ways he can’t explain. Despite his dangerous world, Chloe’s past is more than just a mystery—it’s a puzzle he’s determined to solve. What’s worse, she seems to know more than she lets on, and the lies she’s living could threaten everything he’s worked for. As passion ignites between them, secrets begin to unravel, and Chloe realizes that staying hidden may no longer be an option. Nicholas won’t let her slip away, and Chloe knows that if he ever discovers who she truly is, her past will come crashing into her present—and no one will be safe.
Lihat lebih banyakChloe’S POVLATER THAT NIGHTThe night air wrapped around Chloe like a cold shroud as she sat by the window, knees drawn to her chest, her forehead pressed to the cool glass. Her bedroom—usually her sanctuary—felt like a prison now. A quiet, still, echoing place where memories screamed louder than silence ever could.She hadn’t turned the light on. Couldn’t. The shadows felt safer somehow. More honest.Her mother had fallen asleep hours ago, curled up on the couch downstairs after trying everything—tea, soup, prayer, tears. Chloe hadn’t said much. Just the truth, straight and jagged: I was taken. Nicholas left me there. Adrian is dead. And I’m the reason Isaac isn’t alive.Her mother hadn’t spoken after that. Just held her. Just wept.Now, the house was still, and Chloe was alone. The ache in her muscles from the ropes, the bruises around her wrists, the pounding exhaustion in her skull—none of it compared to the storm inside her chest.Nicholas had looked her in the eye.He had gripp
Chloe’S POVThe bruises on her wrists had faded. The memories hadn’t.Every morning started the same — mechanically. Eyes open. Breathe. Get up. Don’t think. Coffee. Shower. Breathe again.The sun spilled through the kitchen window like it didn’t know what she’d been through. The birds still chirped. The world, oblivious, spun on.But Chloe hadn’t moved.Not really.She’d managed to walk out of that warehouse alive — barefoot, aching, dirty — with blood still ringing in her ears and Adrian’s twisted smile burned into her mind. She had hitchhiked home in silence, sitting in the backseat of a truck that smelled like gasoline and too many cigarettes. The driver hadn’t asked questions. She hadn’t offered answers.When her mother saw her — the torn clothes, the blank eyes, the dried blood on her temple — she hadn’t said anything at first. She just pulled her daughter into her arms and let her sob until her knees gave out.It was the first time Chloe had ever cried like that. For herself. F
CHLOE’s POV The warehouse was thick with the stench of gunpowder, sweat, and blood. But all Chloe could hear was her heartbeat. Loud. Deafening. Then—footsteps. Slow. Heavy. Nicholas. Her eyes locked on him as he crossed the distance between them. His face was unreadable. Blood smeared across his jaw. His knuckles raw. He didn’t speak at first. Just stood there, staring at her like she was the last puzzle piece in a world that no longer made sense. And then—he dropped to his knees. His hands gripped her shoulders—tight, almost painful—but it wasn’t fear that choked her. It was the look in his eyes. Not rage. Not hatred. Grief. He leaned closer, his voice hoarse, one word rasping from his lips like a blade dragged across his throat. “Isaac.” Her breath caught. Her eyes welled up instantly. She knew. The name hit her like a gunshot to the chest. Adrian had said it—a brother for a brother. And now she understood why Nicholas had come, why he looked
Nicholas’s pulse thundered in his ears as the convoy weaved through the streets, engines growling like caged beasts. Rain lashed against the windshield, but his eyes didn’t blink. Couldn’t. Not when the only thing he could see was Chloe’s face.And Adrian Grey’s name etched across her fate.“She’s with him,” Nicholas said tightly, voice like broken glass. “That son of a bitch took her.”Across from him, Luca sat silent, jaw clenched. He knew better than to speak.Nicholas’s grip tightened on the tablet in his lap, the final image of Chloe burned into it—her in the passenger seat of that SUV, head slumped, unconscious.And beside her: Adrian. Calm. Composed. Like this was just another day in the game he never stopped playing.Nicholas hadn’t spoken Isaac’s name in while. Had buried the pain, the rage. But now it was crawling back to the surface like something feral.Adrian Grey. The man who slit his brother’s throat and disappeared.And now he had Chloe.“She’s not just bait,” Nicholas
Chloe’s POVThe quiet hum of her apartment felt suffocating, a stark contrast to the chaos she had just left behind at the coffee shop. Chloe sat on her couch, her legs tucked beneath her, staring at the window as the rain continued its relentless assault on the city. She couldn’t shake
The door chimed as Chloe stepped out of the café into the crisp morning air, Adrian close behind her like a shadow she couldn’t shake. Everything outside looked the same—cars passing, a cyclist ringing his bell, the faint buzz of city life—but to Chloe, everything felt wrong. It was like walking in
Isaac’s FuneralThe clouds hung low like a mourning veil, thick and unmoving. Rain hadn’t fallen yet, but the air was wet with grief and the promise of a storm. The cemetery was quiet, the usual noise of life muted by the weight of death. Only the wind moved, slipping through the trees, curling aro






Welcome to GoodNovel world of fiction. If you like this novel, or you are an idealist hoping to explore a perfect world, and also want to become an original novel author online to increase income, you can join our family to read or create various types of books, such as romance novel, epic reading, werewolf novel, fantasy novel, history novel and so on. If you are a reader, high quality novels can be selected here. If you are an author, you can obtain more inspiration from others to create more brilliant works, what's more, your works on our platform will catch more attention and win more admiration from readers.