******Feeling a sense of unease as the abundance of food sat untouched on the table, I glanced around the room. Mr. Kova was nowhere to be seen, and Nat had disappeared upstairs. As a guest, I couldn't find comfort in this situation, so I made the decision to stand up and head towards the door.As I got closer, I caught sight of Mr. Kova sitting on a stool near his mini bar, engaged in a phone conversation. I momentarily froze and just gazed at him lustfully. Natalie seemed to think I had a crush on her father. "Do I have a crush on him?" I whispered, and she did mention something like, ‘the others, does that mean other have also lusted after him?But I have got to admit, when I first saw him at school, something stirred within me. He possessed a captivating beauty and charm that could draw anyone in, An Eighteen years old has a crush on---- no, I shook my head, "No, it's not just a crush but something more," I whispered to myself, dismissing the notion of it being a mere crush.Almo

**** Startled by the sudden sound of his daughter's voice, Alex quickly pulled away from Sophie, looking down at her tear-filled eyes, 'What did I just do? He questioned himself, feeling uncertain about his actions. Despite the uncertain feeling, he wanted to kiss her again. Of all the lips he had tasted, hers were the softest and the sweetest. ‘Dammit,’ he cursed under his breath as he realized Nat's voice was growing closer. He then stepped away from her. He still couldn’t believe... He just kissed a brat. Among all the friends Natalie had brought home, Sophie Rust was the first one who caught his interest. There was something uniquely captivating about her—her blue eyes, plump lips, and astonishingly attractive figure. It was hard to believe she was only eighteen. What attracted him most was her boldness. The way she looked him in the eye and spoke her mind made him desire to do things he had never imagined doing to her. He recognized the way she gazed at him, unlike the dis

Alex Kova was in disbelief as he witnessed the entire estate of the High Officials engulfed in flames. Several months ago, he received disturbing news from the worldwide Mafia organization (WMO) about their plans to attack the military base and the cop's estate. Since the authorities refused to leave them alone, the WMO, decided to escalate the conflict by targeting the top military agents. Initially, Alex didn't take the threat seriously, considering his influential position within the organization. He believed they wouldn't dare take action against his community. However, he had forgotten that this community was not truly HIS own; it was borrowed. The next morning, he received a text message from the organization itself, boldly stating, "It's COMING." For the first time in his years as a high-ranking Mafia boss, Alex felt genuine fear, not for himself, but for his children. He couldn't bear the thought of subjecting them to this violence again. It would be death for them. Withou

As I plummeted through the air, I didn’t really care where I was landing as long as I escaped this dreadful place that was once home to me. Lifting my head, I found myself met with piercing blue eyes staring down at me. "I'm going to enjoy putting a bullet in that head of yourss," he silently mouthed. Without hesitation, I released my grip on the rope, landing safely in a flower bed below. Thank goodness for that stroke of luck. Our home, unlike the other houses on the estate, was the lone white structure that stood out, with beautiful flower beds adorning its surroundings and fences enclosing it. The front gate, serving as the only exit, was guarded by a few stationed guards. In search of cover, I positioned myself beside one of the flower beds, remaining cautious of the men within the house and the guards who blocked the only escape route. Taking a deep breath, I mustered up encouragement. "Come on, Sophie, you've spent years honing your combat skills. You know how to kick ass. J

Alex's shoulders slumped as he gazed at the motionless form sprawled across his bed. Regret gnawed at him, an unspoken admission that her presence wasn't part of his plan.Despite intending to move her to another room, his legs seemed to have developed a mind of their own.His phone vibrated, and he messaged Avanska. In a minute, the door swung open, and Natalie, Michael, and his second-in-command hurried in.Natalie's eyes widened with concern. "OMG, Sop? What happened, papa? Why is there blood on her body?" Her fingers fumbled, urgently attempting to wipe away the stains.Alex glanced at Avanska, a silent exchange that spoke volumes. "Don't ask," he snapped."I wasn't going to," Avanska replied, his tone measured."Yeah, you were just admiring my face," Alex accused, standing up. "When she wakes up, take her to your room. In the meantime, clean the blood off her body before she stains my bed with it," he instructed, his words carrying the weight of authority, before striding away wi