Mastermind Lyrics

“You’ve come to kill me detective?” He whispered against her skin as he gently grasped her arm and turned her to him. Jude swallowed a gulp and looked up at him. His eyes were a cobalt shade of blue behind the mask, daring, cold and terrifying. “And you’ve come to me to be killed?” She replied in a hushed tone, gathering a lot of nerve and taking a step closer to him. Detective Jude Laurent should arrest Cassien, the deadly Maestro who now controls The Black Rose syndicate. Instead, she finds herself drawn into a dangerous game of cat and mouse, risking everything to uncover the truth about the organization that has haunted her since childhood. The same organization she believes holds the answers to her parents’ death in what everyone called a tragic house fire. But Jude has no idea she’s been walking straight into a trap years in the making. The real mastermind behind The Black Rose has been watching her every move, orchestrating her pain from the shadows. Someone who shaped her into the perfect weapon for revenge. And they’ve been waiting for this moment since the night her world burned. Now, as Jude hunts the man who’s becoming her obsession, and Cassien finds himself equally captivated by the detective who should be his enemy, neither realizes they’re both pawns in a much deadlier game. Because the person who destroyed Jude’s world isn’t the criminal she’s chasing. It’s someone far closer than she could ever imagine. And their final move is about to destroy everything she’s ever believed about her past, her purpose, and the man she can’t stop wanting. Some obsessions are worth dying for. Others are designed to kill you.

Isang trahedya ang yumanig sa katahimikan ng marangyang buhay ni Ana Villa—nahulog sa bangin ang kanyang sasakyan at natagpuang wasak sa kailaliman ng dagat. Ngunit ang katawan niya, hindi kailanman nakita. Ang mundo ng mga Villa ay nilukob ng lungkot at hiwaga, ngunit para kay Belle, ang kanyang kakambal, ang trahedyang ito ay hindi isang aksidente—ito’y isang maingat na planong pagpatay. Nagpasya si Belle na gawin ang hindi inaasahan: nagpanggap siya bilang si Ana para malaman ang tunay na mastermind sa pagkamatay ng kanyang kambal. Sa kanyang pagpapanggap, napasok niya ang mundo ng karangyaan at kasinungalingan, isang mundong puno ng malalalim na lihim at mapanganib na tao. Ang asawa ni Ana, si Luke Villa, ay isang bilyonaryo at CEO ng Villa Brewery Inc.—makisig, misteryoso,gwapo at tila nagtatago ng mga lihim. Sa kabila ng pagdududa ni Belle, unti-unti siyang nahulog sa bitag ng kanyang sariling damdamin. Ngunit hindi si Luke ang tunay na panganib. Si Sheila, ang tila inosenteng stepsister ni Luke, ay isang babaeng magaling magtago ng matinding inggit, lihim na pagnanasa, at nakamamatay na ambisyon. Lingid sa kaalaman ng lahat, si Sheila ang utak sa likod ng pagkamatay ni Ana, dala ng matagal nang pagkamuhi nito kay Ana dahil inagaw nito sa kanya si Luke dahil may lihim siyang pag-ibig dito. Habang nilalaro ni Belle ang papel ng kanyang kambal. Dito, natagpuan ang takot at pag-asa na magkasama, habang unti-unting nahuhulog ang kanyang puso kay Luke. Sa gitna ng labanan ng pagmamahal, takot, at paghihiganti, sino ang talo at sino ang mananatiling buhay?At paano makakaligtas si Belle mula sa bitag ng pagmamahal nito para kay Luke?

La quatre-vingt-dix-neuvième fois où mon fiancé, Draven, a raccroché, je me suis traînée jusqu'à l'église familiale, le diagnostic d'insuffisance rénale terminale serré contre moi. « Père, je veux rompre avec la famille des Roche et rompre mes fiançailles avec Draven Frost. » À ces mots, mes parents sont arrivés en trombe, accompagnés de ma sœur adoptive, Bianca. Mon père, le mastermind de ma famille, n'a pas hésité : il m'a giflée en pleine joue, là, devant le prêtre. « Ton fiancé est un leader respecté dans notre monde et tu oses l'humilier de cette manière ! » « Tu as fait honte à notre famille devant toute l'organisation ! » Ma mère m'a arraché le diagnostic des mains, après un regard rapide, elle a ricané : « Tu as encore joué à la malade pour attirer l'attention, n'est-ce pas ? Qu'est-ce que tu veux faire cette fois ? » Ma sœur adoptive, Bianca, s'est accrochée aux bras de nos parents, sa voix étranglée de larmes : « Je suis tellement désolée. Tu peux prendre ma place au gala. Arrête seulement de tourmenter papa et maman, s'il te plaît ! » J'ai essuyé le sang qui coulait de mon nez et j'ai répété calmement mes paroles au prêtre. « Je ne suis plus la fille de la famille des Roche. Je ne suis pas digne d'une alliance avec les Frost. » « Je vais mourir dans trois jours. Je voulais que ces fiançailles soient rompues avant ce moment. »

Christmas Eve was meant to be the culmination of seven years of long-distance longing—the day Lorenzo finally slid an engagement ring onto my finger. Instead, a sudden emergency surgery chained me to the operating table. The patient wasn't just suffering from a premature delivery and catastrophic hemorrhaging; she was riddled with infections, the biological fallout of a reckless, hedonistic lifestyle. The girl on the table spat out orders with a venomous entitlement that made my blood run cold. "My husband is the head of the Corleone family. He’s second to none, and this entire city bows to him. If you can’t save my baby, you’re all dead." My mind went blank. There was only one head of the Corleone family: Lorenzo. "You’ve got the wrong man," I said, my voice wavering despite my frown. "The news said he’s already engaged to a woman from a rival family for a strategic alliance." The girl looked at me as if I’d just told a pathetic joke. She surveyed me with a mocking sneer. "Oh, he’s mentioned that woman. He said she’s like a cold corpse—that even touching her makes him sick to his stomach. She doesn't provide him a fraction of the pleasure I do." She smirked. "He heard something happened to the baby. He’s en route from Sicily right now with his personal detail." She flicked her phone screen open. There it was: a photo of her and Lorenzo, locked in a suffocatingly intimate embrace. I froze. A second later, a notification from Lorenzo vibrated against my palm. “Darlin’, something urgent came up tonight. I’m skipping the engagement dinner. I’ll make it up to you later.” Since they were so utterly in love, I decided to give them exactly what they wanted. I dialed a number that had been silent for three years—the number of the true mastermind of the underworld, Don Sebastian. "Does your proposal from three years ago still stand?"