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She would love to leave Phoebe under Valentina’s influence so that the little one could learn to be brave and passionate just like her. “Of course, your highness. Should I braid your hair?” Katrina asked while caressing the wild and thick mane she has tamed a few minutes back. The Princess tapped her chin, then shook her head. “No need, Katrina. I like them open.” The heir of Alvar instructed and stood up from her place in front of the shiny mirror, bordered by wooden carvings. Removing the invisible creases from her silk nightgown, the princess moved towards the secluded section of her chambers, the one where even the maids weren’t allowed to wander. From dusting the area at usual intervals

Valen sat alone in his grand office, his gaze drifting from the endless pile of documents before him to the faintly glowing horizon visible through the arched windows. Outside, Devil’s City shimmered with a haunting beauty, cloaked in perpetual twilight—a beauty that only deepened the ache in his cold heart, reminding him of what he once had and lost. Tonight, he felt the weight of the past pressing against him with unrelenting force, clawing at the walls he had so carefully built. Lydia. Her name echoed like a heartbeat, filling the empty spaces of his mind, and slowly, inevitably, Valen let himself fall into the memories.

Chapter 1 Dawn Ellery's point of view The neon sign outside my window flickers with the persistence of a dying star, painting my skin in sickly green pulses that match the throbbing in my temples. Room 13 — because the universe isn't subtle with its omens. I press my fingertips against the lipstick-marked mirror, feeling the static electricity spark between glass and skin. Three days in Vegas, and all I have to show for it is this cigarette-stained coffin of a motel room and the terrifying knowledge that something inside me is very, very wrong.

The city lights blurred through her vision. She breathed slowly. Or tried to. He was gone. And yet he remained. Every heartbeat. Every thought. Every shadow in the room whispered his presence. Valerie Kings, the woman who had ruled empires and men alike, sat still in the quiet of her offic e, and felt the stirrings of a forbidden flame she could not extinguish. A flame that promised chaos. Passion. Desire. Danger.

"I asked you first." "That doesn't mean I should answer first," I said stubbornly, crossing my arms. Valen let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through his messy hair. "I worked late into the night and fell asleep. Now, your turn." "I just came to find you," I said with a mischievous grin. He raised a brow. "That’s it?" I nodded. He turned back to the table, starting to gather the papers into some semblance of order. I peered at the titles on the books—genealogy, ancient bloodlines, and regional histories of the North.

Andre sighed and shook his head. "What is wrong with this vixen?" he wondered. He went after her and knocked on the door, waiting for a while, but Valarie refused to open it. "I will break down this door, Valerie if you do not open it," he warned. Upon hearing his voice, Valarie knew he was going to make good on his threats. She got up from the bed, walked over to the door, and opened it, standing with her arms folded.

At that moment, it seemed to be as if his actions weren't born of revenge, but something else entirely. You don't make your enemies feel loved in revenge. She opened her eyes and was immediately struck by the intensity of his gaze. Those dark gray eyes seemed to draw her in like a magnet. They were dark and deep and mysterious like the night sky. "Why did you do this?" "Wanted you close to me,” he replied and caressed her cheek with the back of his hand. "Wrap your legs around me." Kevin's voice was a sultry whisper as he urged her to wrap her legs around him but seeing her hesitation he slowly pulled her soaking gown up—his touch was soft and patient— exposing her bare thigh and wrapped it

Carla explained as I nodded. "And when the master re-married?" "Life wasn't the same for Valentino," she started again, as if enjoying the story. But I was grateful someone was around to give me information like this. Even though I wasn't a real psychologist, one thing I learned from the streets was knowing your victim before trapping them. "Vicente's mom never liked the chairman, who was madly in love with her. She married him for the fame and riches," Ms. Carla moved closer to me, as if the next statement was meant for my ears only in case they were being eavesdropped on.

He stuttered, staring at her and managing to avert his eyes away from Celene’s any time she darted her eyes to his. “I. Don’t. Care.” She whispered into his hearing before turning to face the god forsaken wench she had acquired after going ahead to kill Daniel’s mate. Valerie hadn’t thought that the brown haired sack of flesh and bones she'd decided to keep alive would end up being such a thorn in her own flesh. Nothing infuriated hee more than the fact that she knew that with time Celene’s power would only grow and the best way to get rid of her would be to get her out of the picture now. So when she’d seen Celene’s supposed boyfriend lash out on Ella over the fact that she’d ruined his cha

Valentina "This life," Caterina started, her voice clipped with precision. "is not for the faint of heart. As the wife of Matteo Nevarro, your every move will be watched, scrutinised. You must be strong and calculating." I sat in the grand, dimly lit library, my back straight, my hands folded neatly in my lap. Caterina sat across from me, speaking in a measured tone. She knew what happened yesternight, and she didn't approve of any.