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We're going to spend the rest of our lives together and I can't fucking wait. That's the end 😭 It's been one hell of a ride and I can't thank you all enough for reading to the end and voting and commenting. Thank you to my early gang badbunnyrabit RoyaleGates hellomy20 who make me so excited to wait for their comments on an chapter! I can't tag everyone again but if you've commented you've made my day 😌. Next up is Damian's book, The Mafia Have Feelings Too. I'll post the character chapter so you can add it to you library if you're interested in reading it. You'll see Marcus, Nathan and Cole there too 😉

Hi, this is your author :} I just wanted to say that there are no repeated chapters. What happened is that there was a missing chapter and the way to fix that is to move all the chapters forward, that's why it looks like there are repeats. The added missing chapter is called "unwarranted". Right now it's all fixed, I hope you can see it. If not, try to clear the cache please! Sorry about that, I'll try not to fuck up like that again

THANK YOU GUYS🥰 ADDITIONAL NOTE: If you wish to read the special chapters I have to warn you first that it is all a take on the possibility of another ending for the story. Special Chapter 1: Honeymoon Special Chapter 2: Alternate Universe Thank you for reading. Until next time! 🤗

THE RUIN IN RED Arrival at Flameruin The valley lay in ruin, blackened by centuries of fire and forgotten gods. Hills rimmed the basin like the jagged teeth of some long-dead creature, and the air hung heavy with soot and old magic. The wind didn’t howl here—it whispered. Distant, haunted. Ceres rode at the front of the company, flanked by Xavier, Maera, and a handful of trusted guards. As they entered the charred remains of what was once a stronghold, the silence pressed down like a weight.

*Dedication* For the ones who swore they weren’t into MM until it was Bram and Renzo. You lied. And you liked it. I wrote this for you. Welcome Home Sinner:) **************************************************** RENZO POV “He’s awake.” The voice sounded far away like it had to cut through thick water to reach me. My head throbbed, not just with pain, but with pressure. Like my skull was full of gunpowder and someone had already lit the fuse. My throat was dry. My chest felt heavy. And every inch of my body screamed like I’d been hit by a damn truck.

I wanted the release he was so desperately prevented me from having. He didn't answer as my every nerve ending was screaming, my muscles clenching around the digits that were making me lose myself. They were too good. If his fingers could do this, what would the main course feel like. I wanted him. I wanted every inch of him. I knew I sounded like a slut but I couldn't care less beca— “Nhg…!” I moaned again when I felt his fingers hit that particular spot again. “Damien!” My climax built high and high, ready to shatter me upon the shore.

she said, tone neutral, “proof that legacy can be rewritten. Or erased.” My fingers curled against the desk. “And as we move into our next unit,” she continued, sweeping her attention back to the class, “we’ll examine the phenomena of violent convergence. When bloodlines, magic, and prophecy cross paths. Not through planning, but through chaos. Through conflict. Through war.” Lucien raised a brow. “That sounds comforting.” “Only to the foolish,” she replied smoothly. “Because convergence never arrives quietly. And it never leaves survivors untouched.” Her gaze flicked back to me once more.

"I'm downstairs, right below your office. Let's die together, and the Goddess will let us be reborn again. I won't make the same mistakes next time, I swear!" I walked to the window and looked down. Sure enough, there was Damien. He was in a wheelchair, but his legs had been fitted with mechanical prosthetics. "You're insane," I said calmly. "I'm not insane! I've never been more clear!" he cackled. "Wait for me. I'm coming up for you right now!" Ten minutes later, my office door was smashed open. Damien stormed in on his mechanical legs, a silver dagger clutched in his hand.

Chapter 9. Noria’s Pov. My body shuddered, and my pussy dripped further into Lucan’s finger from hearing him speak so nastily to me. His words were wrong, desiring him was wrong, dripping for him was wrong, but I couldn’t help the roughness of his breath against my cheeks and the way he wouldn’t stop dragging his fingers up and down my pussy lips in a slow tingling line. It felt good. It felt so fucking good that I clutched his shirt and arched forward to him while subconsciously spreading my legs for him to touch me more.

But his grin never faltered. “This isn’t over,” I said coldly. “You think you have won, Elijah, but all you have done is give me a real reason to ruin you.” His eyes sparkled with challenge. “I can’t wait.” I turned away and began to pull off the clothes I had put in minutes ago. My mind was clear now even though the rage inside me hadn’t cooled—it had only settled into something vengeful. Last night, I had given in to that stupid drug and to the hunger surrounding me.