Fated Dynasties
Without them, I'm just Maya Rossi, daughter of a crime lord, pawn in a game I didn't choose.
I slide my key card, push open the door, and stop.
The room has been transformed.
More flowers. Dozens of white roses, filling every surface—on the desk, the dresser, the windowsill, spilling from vases and baskets and arrangements that must have cost a small fortune. The air is thick with their scent, sweet and overwhelming and impossibly romantic. In the center of the bed, a single red rose stands in a crystal vase, a card propped against it.