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Malik rolled his eyes, “I am hardly forbidden fruit, Hans. And, no, she has not. We’ve only just met. I would think less of her if she gave in so easily.” The piece of fruit soared an inch above Malik’s ear. He jerked to the side, staring at his now red-faced friend, “Malik, how could you be so foolish?” Hans growled, “Have you learned nothing?” “You forget your place.” Malik warned. “No, it is you who forgets yours. This will end badly for her, Malik. It will end the same as all the others. She will never love you once she sees you for what you truly are.”

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"And I always will." Lily squeezed his hand, feeling a glimmer of hope. Maybe this was just a bump in the road, and they would find their way back to each other. One evening, Lily and Tom had a big fight. It was the worst argument they had ever had, and it ended with Tom storming out of the apartment. Lily was left alone, feeling hurt and confused. She didn't know if their relationship could survive this. Lily spent the whole night tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep. She kept replaying the argument in her head, trying to figure out what went wrong. She knew that they both said things they didn't mean, but the hurtful words still lingered in her mind

As a child, Elena Carter witnessed the brutal murder of her father, a decorated detective, at the hands of men she believed to be part of the Mafia. That night, her world shattered, and she vowed to dedicate her life to avenging his death. Years later, she becomes a detective, determined to bring down the very criminal empire she holds responsible. Her mission leads her deep into the city’s underworld, where she goes undercover to get close to the ruthless and enigmatic Adrian Moretti, a powerful Mafia boss feared by many. Cold, calculated, and untouchable, Adrian is a man who trusts no one—but when he crosses paths with Elena, something shifts. She intrigues him. She challenges him. And,

The way he looked at me sometimes, as if there was something more than just hatred and rivalry between us, made me question the narrative I had always believed. But those moments were fleeting, disappearing almost as quickly as they appeared. And now, this marriage, this arrangement, wasn’t about love or even mutual respect. It wasn’t about anything good or noble. It was about power, control, and, above all else, revenge. And I was just a pawn in the game, a piece to be moved and manipulated according to Lucas’s grand design.

She was like an angel captured in the devil's bed. A willing angel in the devil's bed. Mine. I’d never give her up. I didn’t give a fuck who I’d have to ruin or kill. She was my perfection. The best part was that she’d let me because she wanted to be mine. My enemies called me the Villainous Kingpin. The devil in a three-piece-suit. She just called me hers. She loved me, just the way I was. And God knew I loved her just the way she was. My most beautiful perfection.

My chest ached, my stomach twisted, and I found myself wondering why he had to be like this— Calm, untouchable and infuriatingly… perfect. I stomped my boots on the pavement, trying to release the tension, trying to get my thoughts in order. I had to stay sharp. I had to focus. And yet, even as I made that promise to myself, I knew I would be replaying that smirk, that casual glance, over and over again, long after the crowd had gone home. I can't say he was always on my mind because I had feelings for him— The truth was he was always on my mind because I hated him and was always looking for means to kill him.

After, they lay pressed close, hearts racing, bodies warm and spent. "This complicates things," Muna said finally, her head on his chest. "Everything about us is complicated." His fingers traced patterns on her bare shoulder. "But maybe that's not entirely bad." "How can you say that? We're enemies who got married for business. Now someone's trying to destroy us both, and we're..." "What? What are we, Muna?" She couldn’t answer. The truth was too dangerous to admit. They were meant to hate each other, meant to plot each other’s ruin. Yet here she was, lying in his arms, feeling safer than she had in years.

My hands twitched, aching to rise, to touch him, to pull him in. Then his eyes dropped to my mouth. The breath rushed out of me. He was going to kiss me. I wanted him to. I hated that I wanted it. Without meaning to, I leaned in, my body betraying me. “Liam—” I whispered, but it came out too soft, more like a plea than a warning. He leaned closer, his lips almost brushing mine. Heat poured off him, making my knees weak. In the mirror behind him, I caught my reflection, the emerald gown hugging me, his tall frame looming over me and reality hit me. This wasn’t just about me. This wasn’t just about want. He was the enemy. The man I swore to destroy, not crave.

Because in that second, the air between us turned electrified, dangerous, impossible to ignore. Her lips curve in a smirk as if daring me and I fell for it. I leaned closer, so close I could see the flecks of silver in her stormy eyes, so close her breath fanned against my lips. My pulse hammered in my throat, every part of me screaming to close the distance. She didn’t pull away. Her gaze moved to my mouth, and at that moment, she wasn’t the Caruso heiress, and I wasn’t the Valenti heir. We were just two people caught in something far more dangerous than family wars.