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“It’s like we’re strangers who know just enough to get under each other’s skin.” “Alright… since you want to know,” he said, a strange smile on his face. “I’m Vincenzo Dante Volkov. I’m 32, a Scorpio. Makes sense, right?” He leaned in closer, his voice calm but with a hint of darkness. “And yes, my favorite color is gold. You figured that out.” He paused, his eyes fixed on mine. “I like simple things… quiet, control, and knowing what belongs to me.” His gaze stayed intense. “Anything else you’re curious about?”

Damian Vanderbilt lets out a light laugh, crossing his legs leisurely like a fed lion taunting his prey, “From what I heard, he hates you for bullying his beloved Ava.” I purse my lips, but I dare not to piss off this dangerous man. He has his arms stretched on the back of the sofa, just like a mafia boss would.

“An illusion.” “She doesn’t have the pedigree,” Vanessa added. “No current power or strategic value. I doubt she's the one tlo.” “And Rohan doesn’t make sentimental decisions,” I said. “He makes calculated ones.” “Men like that marry empires,” Vanessa agreed. “Not emotions.” I took another sip. “Luciano thinks it’s her.” “Luciano is biased,” she said instantly. “Men romanticize their pasts when they get bored.” I bristled slightly. “He’s not bored.”

Lucien’s POV, I hate Matteo Virelli. It’s a given that I’m meant to turn my back on other mafia dons, given I’m one of the youngest yet most influential. But I’ve not hated one like I hate Matteo Virelli. Everything he does irks me. “Look at this piece of shit…” Nikolai grumbles beside me, and even if he’s most likely talking about Adrian, I agree that what we’re standing before is a piece of shit.

Then felt my eyes sting as I let out a soft laugh. I looked into his deep, steady eyes and saw myself reflected there, clear and unwavering. “Edwin, I love you too.” In my mind, the final golden comment drifted slowly across: [Congratulations on rewriting your ending. The villainess has risen. The devoted lover wins his girl. Wishing Yuna and Edwin a lifetime of happiness together.]

I had imagined my death many times, but I never would have guessed it would be in the hands of him. Blonde hair. Sinister smile. Handsome face. Sadistic personality. Andre Castillo- member of the Malvado.

Alpha Evan asked, his furious gaze fixed on Alpha Adrian. Alpha Adrian glared at me, making me avert my gaze. I was too stunned to even try to defend myself. Besides, in my shocked state, I realised that no matter what I said, Alpha Adrian would obviously listen to Alpha Evan over me for he was an Alpha and I was Melody, the girl he hated more than anything in this world. I also belatedly realised that even if I tried to tell Alpha Adrian what I'd seen Alpha Evan do, he would never believe me. Heck, he'd probably sock me in the gut before I'd even finished my explanation.

I'd still pick every second we shared, every moment that broke me and put me back together. I'd still pick Leonardo Vitale, the feared and most ruthless Mafia King. Because regardless of how much of myself I lost, I couldn't imagine life without him.

The fact that he thinks he got away with this is quite funny but I loved his confidence. He was a mad man but one to actually be respected for how insanely thorough he was. A true villain. Donga gave me the hardest time fighting him, and to be honest, I enjoyed the thrill of it. “I wouldn’t say he’s gone gone”.

His main rivalry was against Antonio. Now as Mario glared viciously at him, the bastard had the audacity to smile. "Don't look so downcast, Mario Venturi." He grinned. "I enjoyed the gunfight, but my grudge isn't with any of you. It's with that fucking coward, Antonio!" "Don Antonio isn't a coward!" Mario snarled at him. "He's called Vegas Mafia Devil for a reason, and when he gets here, it will be hell on earth for you."