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Today is the worst day of my life!Maybe I should rephrase that. Today is one of the worst days of my life. Because I’m very certain that with my present predicament, there will be days worse than this.As the Mayor’s smart-ass daughter and the youngest professor in De-Queens College, I was popular among my peers and well-celebrated. When I got the opportunity to share my thoughts about the struggles our dear town was facing in a four-page journal, I poured out my heart, focusing my writing on the ‘one man’ I shouldn’t have talked about.The journal got flagged down, of course, and its publication halted indefinitely. But the damage had been done, and unknown to me, the man I wrote about was worse than I thought and he neither forgives, nor does he forget.Pietro Eppolito is the devil that has tormented our city for the longest. He is a beast, a demon, even. Ruthless, merciless, bloody, monstrous. He kills for a living and he has turned our city into his den and my father, the Mayor o

PIETRO’S POV.I’ve been tagged a lot of things; Beast, Reaper, Dark Prince, Killer, Monster, Psychopath, Murderer, Mad Prince, and several others. Personally, I think the term “Mad Prince” suits me best. Because only a madman can do the things I’ve done. But I’m a King now. “Mad King.”.There are groups of humans that see themselves as god. They always find a way to inflict pain on others just to feel powerful. In their attempt to coexist, they find a way to categorize themselves within a small cult; godfathers, consigleres, dons, capos, soldiers, and every stupid name and rank they could think of.The quest for power can be intoxicating. From an early age, I learned a few things about life; the world is a hunting ground. You either be the hunter or the prey. Devour or get devoured.A lot of evil has happened to me. I watched my brothers; half brothers, stepbrothers, adopted brothers, less worthy brothers, fall one by one until it was just me and Edoardo. We’ve been tortured emotio

When we got to Susie’s apartment, I kicked the door forcefully in. She was about to scream, but then she saw me and started taking quick steps back, trying to run up her stairs.Edoardo raised his arm and pointed a gun at her, making her freeze immediately. Hands in my pants pocket, anger pouring off my body, I asked through gritted teeth.“Where is she?” My patience reserves were dangerously low now, and I was raging, not just because of the embarrassment this whole runaway-bride action would cost me. But also because she was disrupting my plan. She was my tool for revenge. Her father is on my next-to-kill list and marrying her gives him the false hope that I'll let him leave after everything he did to my family. But I had bigger and deadlier plans for both him and his darling daughter.Aria was meant to be mine, my trophy. Mine to do whatever the hell I chose to. And God help me when I find her, I'm going to do so much to her that she'll regret ever running away from me.How the h

We landed in Palermo in a few hours. Seeing our presence at Palermo as an opportunity, we decided to pay our father a brief visit before moving on with the hunt for my bride.Besides, who knows when we’ll be visiting Palermo again. It has now been 23 hours since my bride ran away and I haven’t slept a wink. Oh, she’s going to pay for that too.I’m not used to wanting something and not getting it. I make plans and I set everything up from the very beginning. Everything ought to work according to plans and I make sure of that. But this... being ditched on my wedding day, that was never part of my plans and now that Aria has caused a certain disruption in my plans, it’s only right that I find her and teach her how to fall into step. I wasn’t in a hurry to catch her. No matter where she goes, I will catch her. It’s a certainty. We got picked up from the airport by my father’s men and driven to our family’s large villa by the mountains. The staff were already waiting to welcome us home

Barely four hours later, I jogged down the steps of my private jet and set foot on the tarmac at the Slovenian Airport. I was accompanied by Edoardo, a pissed Giancarlo, and four other men Carlo insisted I bring for manpower.His suggestion made sense, so I accepted. The extra people will definitely be useful in actually tracking Aria down faster. Immediately, we got to Dolgovãske Gorice, the small village that housed the Vinaruim tower; I felt Aria's presence. She was here. But we needed to locate which house. Our first start was hotels and shortlet apartments. I knew she was here. I could feel it in my bones. The tension in my body has even increased in tempo. .Edoardo walked up to me. I arched my brow, a silent way of asking him if he had any update for me."Augusta Miller is lodged there." He pointed at an almost dilapidated-looking motel at a farther side of the road. "We showed the lady behind the desk Aria's picture and with a little monetary convi