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Jade turned pale. "I know Allen and the Walters have wronged you, but please, leave Allen alone, alright?" "What do you mean? We're in the entertainment industry, and we all rely on our own. How am I targeting him? Are you trying to say that all the slander against me is his doing?" Jade was rendered speechless. I sneered, "He ruined my reputation. Do you think I'd let him off easily? If your nude photos were posted online, would you just let it all be? Don't have double standards. If Allen is really the one behind it all, I won't compromise!"

This book follows no strict rules. It’s inspired by the idea of a dark world; one built on secrets, power, and truths that were never meant to be uncovered. A world where survival is earned, trust is a liability, and every smile could be hiding something deadly. But this author is a die-hard lover of the romance genre, and you will find that beneath all the brutality, the bloodshed, and the chaos… romance is the backbone of it all. Not the soft kind.

“If it’s like that all the time for you… how do you ever touch me? How do you stop touching me?” His eyes burned, reverence and ruin twined together. “I don’t,” he said simply. “Not truly. Every moment I touch you, I want more. Every moment I stop, I cage the hunger, chain it inside my bones so it does not rip you apart. You think it is restraint, little ruin, but it is torment. To hold you without breaking you. To taste you without drowning. Reverence keeps my hands steady—but the darkness never sleeps. I never stop wanting. I only ever stop taking.”

I needed to pin her against another wall and bury my cock so deep inside her she’d feel me for days. But I had nothing to go on. No face, no name, just fragments of a night I couldn’t fully remember and an obsession that was eating me alive from the inside out. “She’s here,“ Ruin said, and for once his voice wasn’t demanding or frustrated. It was certain. Calm. Almost peaceful. “She’s close. I can feel it. We’ll find her.“ “How do you know?” “Because she’s ours. And what’s ours always comes back to us.“

Touch me. He growled low, pulling me against him, mouth crashing to mine in a fierce kiss. Tongues tangled, his hands roaming, stripping my shirt with urgent tugs. 'You're mine,' he murmured against my lips, voice thick with need. 'Heritage be damned.' He backed me to the furs, laying me down, his body covering mine—solid, reassuring. The cave's dim glow from a single torch highlighted his scars, each one a story that drew me closer, relating to his hidden pains like my own unraveling past.

“Not the continuation of everything that’s broken you.” I stared at him. For the first time… I saw the man behind the monster. Behind the mafia. Behind the war. And it was terrifying. Because I knew he could ruin me with a whisper. But he could also save me with a single touch. My voice shook. “I don’t know what to say.” “Then don’t say anything. Just wear it.” He blurted. So I did. I slipped the second necklace into the small purse hanging at my side and leaned into him, letting my head rest on his chest as the wind wrapped around us.

The white linen curtains moved softly, dancing like a ghost’s dress. And there, in the middle of all this old stone and silence, was something that didn’t belong. A grand piano. Black. Pristine. I walked toward it. My heart beat slower, heavier. A strange feeling, almost more unsettling than a gunshot. I reached out. The piano's surface was cold, smooth, and sent a chill up my arm. A thin layer of dust coated it. Untouched. Or maybe just untouched by anyone brave enough to play it in Zach Romano’s house.

Like Carter touching me had been a personal insult he needed to erase it from existence. “Rian… please,” I whispered. “He’s still breathing. We can’t just—” “He touched you.” Rian’s voice was chillingly quiet. “He put his hands on what’s mine. He ripped your clothes. He tried to take you from me.” He reached out and gently, almost tenderly, brushed a strand of hair from my face with blood-stained fingers. The touch made me flinch, but I couldn’t move away. “I would kill him a hundred times for that,” he murmured. “And I’d do it smiling. Because you’re mine, Drisana. Not his. Not your father’s. Mine.”

Leaning against the iron railing at his waist height, the man in a black T-shirt, black suit, and jeans sipped his red wine and listened to the man in front of him. I swallowed heavily. I knew it was him. Even though we were far away and he had his glasses over his eyes... I knew it was him. Him... that guy... The man who ruined my life five years ago. I froze—every nerve in my body froze—and couldn't do anything. My breath caught in my chest, and I couldn't take my eyes off him. Hia head turned forward. Right to me. A second later, a surprised expression came from him.

He pulled it open, retrieving a slim leather bound folio. slowly, he slid it across the desk, letting it rest directly before her presence. Elara stared at the silent, imposing man, a knot of confusion tightening in her chest. She looked down at the unlabelled cover, her heart doing an uneasy stutter as she reached out and flipped the leather lid open. Her blue eyes scanned the typography at the top of the first page. Within seconds, the blood drained completely from her face. Her head snapped up, her gaze locking onto Killian’s passive expression.