All Chapters of Crimson Oath: A Mafia Pact Forged in Blood: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

There was a particular kind of silence that came right before the verdict was read—a fragile, aching stillness that seemed to hum just under the skin. Neera Miller stood at the defense table, spine straight, fingers loosely curled on the polished wood surface, her expression unreadable. Calm. Composed. Deadly.“Has the jury reached a verdict?”The judge’s voice cut through the tension like a blade. A soft rustle of movement followed as the foreman stood.“Yes, Your Honor.”She didn’t look at her client. Didn’t need to. He’d already lost everything but his freedom, and she was the only one who could return that. Or not.Her eyes stayed on the foreman’s mouth. She never blinked in these moments.“We find the defendant… not guilty on all counts.”A collective exhale filled the courtroom, half disbelief, half outrage. The prosecution’s shoulders sagged; her client burst into tears. Neera simply nodded once, as though the universe had tilted into place exactly as it should. Because it had.

Neera stood in her balcony, the skyline behind her glowing gold and steel. The letter burned quickly in the fireproof dish she kept for other purposes — evidence disposal, mostly. She watched it curl and blacken until nothing but ash remained.Kieran Renzaro’s offer — his arrogant, polished, impossible offer — was reduced to smoke.And she didn’t flinch.She wouldn’t play his game. Wouldn’t be someone’s pawn, no matter how shiny the paycheck or how seductive the power behind it. She wasn’t for sale.Not to a man like him.Especially not to him.She could still see his eyes from that day in court. Calm. Piercing. Not the kind of calm that comes from peace — but the kind that comes from control. From knowing the world bends for you. That lives disappear when you say the word.The kind of calm you see in the mirror when you've stopped believing in mercy.She had no doubt now — Kieran wasn’t just connected to the mafia.He is the mafia.Or at least, one of the men who made it bleed.And h

The rooftop bar glistened like a glass jewel above the city, suspended between the fog of power and the sky of illusion. Neera stepped out of the elevator into cold air that tasted of tobacco and expensive whiskey, the combination that she once hated but later on learned to just ignore. Her heels clicked against the marble, an unspoken declaration of war in a world of velvet threats. Kieran Renzaro was already there, seated in a booth that overlooked the skyline. A low amber light bathed his features in gold, but the rest of him remained in shadow—calm, composed, unreadable. She didn’t walk towards him. She stalked. Like a woman with nothing left to lose but a name."Attorney Miller," he greeted as she stopped in front of him. His voice was smooth, with a jagged undertone — like silk caught on a blade."You made your point," she replied, sliding into the seat across from him. "Now make your offer to my face." A server approached, but Keiran raised a finger and the man vanished. Sil

Neera typed in the final string of code and sat back. Her fingers trembled, not from fear, but from the weight of what she was building. A private system hidden in plain sight. A digital fortress buried within her work laptop. Encrypted notes. Shadow copies of files. Every name she heard, every whispered location, every red flag — all stored behind a firewall of her own design. It was risky. Suicidal, maybe. But if she was going to take Kieran Renzaro down, she needed leverage. And leverage required data. One wrong keystroke, one misstep, and she wouldn’t get a second chance. These men didn’t just eliminate problems. They made examples of them. She slipped her USB drive — encrypted and shaped like a lipstick — back into her purse as the knock came at her office door. Rafael, Kieran's right hand, stood there, arms crossed, eyes scanning. "Dinner. You’re expected," he said flatly. "I wasn’t aware expectations were part of the contract," Neera replied coolly. Rafa