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“Come on, Evan… My virtue is on the line. Devin’s fortune will double if you don’t get Cali pregnant ‘before’ the wedding.” I shook my head in resignation, “you don’t even have a virtue!” Klaus glared. I glared back. How can they make a bet when I’m on the brink of losing my shit! Why am I cursed with friends like Devin and Klaus? “HE’S ZAKHAROV’S BASTARD!!!” Egor’s voice snapped both of us from our trance. The poor blooded man sobbed, begging for mercy. “Please… let me die.” “Dolce paradiso,” Klaus mumbled, disbelief and wonder washed over his face. “I’m in love.”

"I'm Ivan Yurin. And you are?" "Andrea Lopez." I accept his handshake, his skin warm and slightly calloused against mine. Up close, I can't help but admire the sharp lines of his jaw and his lips' fullness. He's undeniably handsome, though my traitorous mind whispers that he can't hold a candle to Stefano's enigmatic allure. "I couldn't help but notice you watching cat videos," Ivan says, a twinkle in his eye. "I have one myself, a British Shorthair. Her name is Emma." He pulls out his phone, showing me his wallpaper – an adorable grey cat with round, expressive eyes.

I stammered, my heart beating even faster. "Don't play dumb, Seraphina," he hissed, his voice low and dangerous. "I’m not an idiot. Judas fucking Romanovski... everyone knows who he is. And I know what he does." I swallowed hard, trying to calm my racing thoughts. "How do you—" "He’s a goddamn mafia kingpin!" Ivan snapped, cutting me off. "Do you think you can just hide shit like that from me? From anyone? I notice things. I know people. And I’ve been watching you.”

’ She thought, casting a glance at the stacks of cash beside her. The door creaked open. Davis leaned against the frame, swirling a glass of amber liquid. “Mrs. Brooklyn, your drink,” he teased, offering it. A bitter chuckle escaped Ivana as she sat up. “Crazy, isn’t it?” She glared, snatching the glass. The sweet liquor did nothing to ease her dread. “Doesn’t matter. You’ve earned it,” Davis grinned, his face alight with excitement like he’d hit the jackpot. Finally, Ivana was his gateway to wealth.

I could see the calm, steady figure of our butler, Kevin Chapman, walking toward me with my coat under the distant streetlight. Just as I was about to walk over to him, Ivan went back inside his car and rolled down the windows, the breeze carrying his voice to my ears. "Ariel… You actually really wanted it just now, didn't you? Your body's a lot more honest than that stubborn mouth of yours." My back stiffened as I clenched my fists in anger. Chelsea's boasting voice echoed in my mind again. "Ivan is simply amazing in bed! He's the best out of all the men I've ever dated. Wanna try? I promise that you'll keep thinking about him afterward once you've had a taste of him."

This isn’t a spa, it’s a fucking rehabilitation centre for the women who have been brutalised. “Ivan is the only one with any decency left in him,” she hissed, “the rest are vile. I bet against Xavier every single time for what he does to those poor girls.” “Why hasn’t Ivan done anything to me yet?” She tutted, like a mother hen, “He won’t. You’re safe with him. He is just broken, he isn’t evil or sadistic, he is here for a reason only known to him.” I nodded silently, my body soaking in every last bit of heat and comfort from the tub. “Who is the Inferno, you told me last night to seek him out, who did you mean?”