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Kaizen's POVExactly nine hours later, our flight landed in Sicily. It was still afternoon so we decided to book a hotel we'll be staying in, then at night we would set out to the club.Seven years. It's been seven years since I've smiled. Seven years since I had a purpose in life. Life was pretty meaningless to me now. The only source of redemption the moon goddess blessed me with, she also snatched her away from me without remorse. Arriving in Sicily, I still found it hard to believe that Aurora is alive. It wasn't possible. It just wasn't. And I would be glad to prove him wrong on his assumptions.Dominic and I walked into the hotel lobby, tired from a long day of travel. We approached the reception desk and asked the receptionist if they had any available rooms.The receptionist probably took our question the wrong way as she took that as an opportunity to openly flirt with me. The receptionist, a young woman with red hair and bright red lipstick, looked me up and down and smiled

Aurora's POVI rushed into the changing room and jammed the door, locking it abruptly. I placed my hand on my chest as I tried to calm my racing hand.Shit. Shit. Shit.How the fuck did Rostov get false information? It was clearly a big fucking mistake working with them! They just ruined all my plans.I rushed and started putting on my clothes. I needed to get out of here as quickly as possible.There was a rapid knock on the door as I was buttoning my shirt, making me freeze. I clamped my mouth shut, trying not to let any sound slip out of my lips.“Aurora? Aurora are you in there?” I breathed out a sigh of relief as soon as I heard Elaine's voice. I quickly opened up the door for her and locked it back as soon as she was in.“Aurora. What's going on? I saw you run from the stage like someone was hot on your tail. You haven't even performed for up to thirty minutes! You ran like you saw your psychotic ex or something.” How do I explain to her that it would have been better if I had

Aurora's POV I dropped the vase to the ground as I watched him lay motionless on the floor. I immediately ran to the living room and searched for my phone. I finally found it and searched for Lucious' number with trembling hands. He didn't pick on the first ring, so I tried again and again. And again. Finally, he picked on the fourth ring. “What the fuck, Aurora? Why are you calling so late at night? Do have any idea what the time says.” I swallowed the lump in my throat as I stated Kaizen's unconscious body on the floor. If he was here, then he had definitely come with someone. And a part of me knew that person was Dominic. In no time, he would start searching for him. “Aurora? Is everything okay?” Lucious' worried voice called out from the other end, snapping me out of my thoughts. “H-he's here.” I mumbled, sitting in the corner of the living room. I didn't know doing this would be so hard. My heart pounded rapidly as I held the phone in an iron grip. “Who? What the hell ar

Luscious' POVOne hour later, I was making my way towards the meeting room. Then I see the dejected look on the faces of a few men in the room. Some look downright exhausted while others appear unsure and uncertain as they saw the raging expression on my face. They knew I barely called for a meeting, but whenever I did, it was always gruesome. In conclusion, no one really looks forward to when I am furious. It doesn't end well. It never does. I matched under the archway of the conference room and a voice called out. “All rise.” I recognized it as Rostov's voice. They all rose to their feet to acknowledge my presence and they gave a deep bow as I sat on my designated seat at the head of the table. I overlooked the room, my eyes drifting from one man to another. They shifted from foot to foot under my pensive gaze. They knew whatever it was that I called them for, was deathly important. And they awaited whatever I was about to say.“You may take your seats.” I ordered and watched as th