|| KIERA STEVENS'S POV|| I glanced down at my phone which didn't buzz for a second. It was ridiculous to think that I was actually waiting for the call from Luca, the same man whom I used to hate the most. He flew back to Italy last night. Something happened to his grandfather. No one said anything in detail but I assumed that it was something really urgent or else he would have at least notified me before going. " Ready for the shot?", Molly appeared, pushing open the door with a big smile. I was just done with my makeup for a commercial endorsement. Recently, I have been getting a lot of offers after the sale of magazines that suppressed all the previous records. The company said that their magazines had never been sold so much in their history. Hence, I could proudly say that I was walking on the right path of my career. Today, I was going to shoot for a soap commercial which had high brand values in the market. The story was set up in an ancient background. So, I was dressed up

|| KIERA STEVENS'S POV ||His name took away all the air,left in my lungs. I felt dizzy headed. So, everything was planned and I fell into their trap easily.Marcello De Rossi..I never heard this name before but I could tell that this man was far more dangerous than he sounded. I heard from Luca many times how Russian and them were forever rivals to each other. I guessed that I wasn't their main target.I muttered weakly, running my eyes across the room where his guards took their positions," What..what do you want from me..."Marcello let out a chuckle, signalling at his guards to bring a chair for him. He sat down in a kingly manner and asked me to sit before telling," Don't be afraid, Miss Kiara. I don't hurt women. Besides, I quite liked you as a friend honestly. Oh..Let me assure you..The offer of acting was real. Konstantine is my friend. He isn't as bad as I am."I didn't believe him. As the son of my boyfriend's enemy, he surely had ill motives behind this hostage. I swallo

|| KIERA STEVENS'S POV|| His words resonated in my ears repeatedly like a haunted nightmare that I never wanted to hear again. He was serious this time. His expression told how terrified his thoughts were. I blurted like a whisper, cracking my voice midway, " Wha.. What.." Luca looked sad and miserable. With a cautious step, he held my arms, pleading, " Please don't misunderstand me..Kiera..I have no choice..This is the only way to protect you and Ryan..I have to marry Cassendra at any cost..I promise that I will be yours forever. She will have no place in my life but please don't.. leave..me.." SLAP! The slap fell out unexpectedly, shocking both of us. I stayed there numb, my hands ached from the slap that I gave him. It wasn't a slap of anger but the slap of pain that I felt from his words. Did he want me to become a third wheel in a relationship? My voice trembled as I questioned him, clenching my fists on both sides, " How can..you...how can you ask me to become your Mistr

|| AZRAEL DE LUCA'S POV ||" STOP!! STOP THIS!! WHO THE HELL....", my grandpa's voice trembled, echoing with anger. His eyes burnt as he looked around the doubtful crowd. My gaze narrowed slightly as I looked around the people.Who could have played this at my annual banquet?The answer was still unknown but this wasn't what Fernando De Luca wanted. Grandpa told me to keep Ryan secret until I was married to Cassendra. According to his words, it would cause commotion among brotherhood that as their Don, I had broken the bro rules first. I had no objection from my side truth to be told. Sooner or later, everyone was going to know that Ryan was my heir.There was gasp and low whispers among the crowd. Those pictures, imposers looked so real that one glance was enough to define that we were father-son. Sergio marched forward to us with a suspicious look," What's going on, Luca? Who is the boy? Is it your son?"My grandpa spatted on my behalf, taking a stand against Sergio," No... What a

|| AZRAEL DE LUCA'S POV ||I looked down at the drunk woman underneath me. Her seducing voice made my cock hardening almost instantly. She was fucking asking me to fuck her in this open place. I knew that she was drunk, muddlehead and would wake up tomorrow to regret it. But she was a little temptress who would stop at nothing.I took a deep breath before whispering with a growl," You...you will regret it tomorrow.."She laughed out loud at my words. Her painted lips pouted together before telling in a groggy voice," Regret?? Hmm.. There's nothing.. called.. regret..in my life...even.."She paused between her words deliberately, torturing me with the brutal urge of knowing what was going on in her mind. She pulled her voice so close to mine before uttering," Even..for impregnating me with Ryan.."That was the last restraint of my self-esteem. With a growl, I pressed her against the car. Our lips claimed each others manically, tongue prying open to devour each others. Her lips taste