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With that, he turns and walks out of the room without hesitation, leaving me standing exactly where he left me, the silence swallowing me whole as I blink back the tears threatening to spill and focus on keeping myself upright. I sit in the back of the car on the ride home, watching the city pass by through the tinted window and trying to register that I am technically married now, that somewhere in a drawer inside that estate, there is a document with my name beside Stephano’s, proof that my life has shifted into something that no longer resembles what it did yesterday. The driver doesn't speak, and I am grateful for that because I don't trust myself enough not to break the moment someone e

Five-hundred pages of filth turned into a weapon. The perfect Poetic justice for chasing me through the city like a deranged bloodhound. My heart hammered so hard I almost laughed. Wasn’t this the part where heroines in books pulled some badass move? Yeah, well—I was no mafia queen. I was Nova, whose emergency plan consisted of “call 911 and maybe throw stationery.” “Why are you following me?!” Her lips curled. “Why do you think?” The way she said it made my stomach flip. If only she knew how chaotic and filthy my thought process was. I’m sure she wouldn’t have asked what I was thinking at any given time.

Mia said and shut her eyes tightly as she thought of how stupid she sounded. She bit her lips as she made sure to avoid eye contact with the lady. The lady let out a small scoff, "alright. We can go with that." She said and then stretched her hands towards Mia, "I'm Julia." Mia looked at the hand skeptically. She wasn't here to make friends or to stay long in the pack. She was only here to find a cure to her curse and Aaron, who had other plans, was only going to make it hard for her to do what she actually came to the pack to do.

Marissa glanced at him, read through the chat records, and copied them to her own phone. Caleb grabbed Andrea. "Adrian paid you, didn't he? He told you to come here and frame me, right? "Professor, you cannot believe her. She had a crush on Adrian. She wrote several notebooks about it. Of course she would help him..." Marissa closed her eyes. The veins on her forehead jumped. After sending Andrea away, she wiped her hands with a disinfecting wipe. Her voice was cold and flat. "Tell the truth." Caleb only cried and shook his head.

“The parts of the world that grew on their own while you were gone, while you were living your life in another place and time. Your manuscript was just a seed, Miss Isadora. But seeds have a way of sending roots into soil you never knew existed.” She pulled one of the green-wrapped books from the stack, and the cloth fell away to reveal pages that glowed with a faint silver light. The script on those pages was nothing like Isadora’s precise handwriting—it curved and twisted across the paper, looking more like veins on skin than letters meant to be read. “What is this?” Isadora asked, stepping closer despite the way the light made her eyes ache.

The room falls silent again, broken only by the soft click of her jewelry and the faint tapping of my thumb against my screen. Kristian is opening K.Y. Grande tonight—his newest luxury club and the most anticipated grand opening of the year. Half the city's elite will be there, and everyone would actually expect to see the same thing—the Dunes Boss, arriving with his fiancée on his arm. Instead, I've chosen Rosella, though I still can't explain why. I slip my phone back into my pocket, hoping Zee has already delivered my orders to Rosella. By now, she should be half ready.

🌹 A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR 🌹 This is Book Two in the ‘Entangled’ series, and it continues the story after the events of Book One titled—Bound to the Mafia Lord. While you can read this book on its own, I strongly recommend reading Book One first for a clearer understanding of the characters, relationships, history, and events that have already taken place. There are several names and references throughout this book that were introduced in the previous story. But if you’ve decided to start here… welcome anyway. 🤭❤️

She would usually do it herself but now that she wasn't here, Anthony felt lost. He decided to distract himself from thinking about her by watching some TV, but it got boring real soon. "Mr. DeMarco, sorry to bother you again." It was the housekeeper again. Anthony looked at her. "You are not bothering me. Is there something wrong?" he asked. "No sir, nothing is wrong. I just found this book lying on the ground. I figured it could be something important, so I thought I would give this to you," she said and handed him a red leather-bound book that looked like a journal.

“Who the hell is this?” Alec didn’t look at her. He looked at Marissa like she was a ghost from a grave he forgot to bury. “My ex,” he said finally. “And the one woman who’s almost ruined me before.” Marissa’s smile widened. “Almost? Don’t flatter yourself. We both know I still own a piece of you.” Zara crossed her arms. “You must be lost, sweetheart. The trash chute is two floors down.” But Marissa wasn’t fazed. She sauntered in, gaze sweeping over Zara like she was inspecting merchandise. “Ah. So you’re the new one. Pretty. Wild. Probably good in bed.”

she murmured. "Yes." I smiled faintly. "You did well, Marissa." Her shoulders relaxed with relief, and I could almost taste the satisfaction rolling off her. She thought she'd pleased me. that she'd earned my gratitude. "How did you uncover it? I asked even though I already knew." "I… followed her," she confessed. "She keeps hiding things in a notebook, I got the truth from the notebook ." I nodded slowly, impressed despite myself. "And what do you think this means?"