Milan Allen Novels & Stories

She absolutely condoned this, and would have been furious had I reacted any different. “My name is Adelia, and yes, Ashlee is my daughter. Milan is my goddaughter, and she has been living with me and my husband, Damien, since her parents were killed by rogues many years ago. Both girls were only toddlers.” I swallow, looking at the girls, who both look sad at the mention of Milan’s parents. “I’m so sorry that happened. Did you lose many in the attack?” Adelia shakes her head, but her eyes tell another story.

He can't wait to save Rizine. But first, he needs to make sure to fulfill his promise to Rizine. That he would save Alina the younger sister of Rizine, and that is what he was doing. Milan had successful escape the place of Aster and walked into the forest. Milan tried to find a place where he could leave Alina. So he would be able to come back for Rizine. When he found a spot he bring down Alina and told her to. "Wait for me in here, I would come back. I would just go back in there and save your sister. Just for me in here, dont move until I come back..."

Then, deep inside, with so much anger and dismay, she swore: "I will make all of you pay for what you'll did to me. You all threw me out of your lives when I needed you'll all the most. But don't you worry Killian, I will prove both you and my parents wrong. I will show you all that I'm not a disgrace. I am Mila Throndsen and I won't back down till I win...

He cursed himself. Mr. Miller: What have I done. Shit Damon Pov I was punching the bag with no mercy. I can see that it will rip off anytime. But I don't care. I stopped punching when I heard my man talking. ??: Boss. Information is here. Damon looked at Max and nodded his head letting him continue. Max: Well. Full name Liliana Miller. One and only daughter of Jim Miller. She's one of the famous millionaire business woman. Max: She's ---

"Target in sight," Vector informed while Mir heaved in a deep breath. Mir and his men had surrounded the double-storey building. The site was outside of Venice, near San Marino, on a private beach, owned by none other than Anthony Miller. Anthony Miller was an American, settled in San Marino after being scrapped from the US army. They accused him of shooting his superior at point-blank range, exploding his head and tossing the brains all over the tent. After fleeing US soil, he tied hands with some powerful people. With all the classified information he possessed, he quickly became the most coveted asset to enemies with a much grander agenda.

After a while, he sighed. "My real name is Lucian Quentin Ross". His cold voice broke the silence. I raised my head to look at him. Shock evident on my face. "My dad is Damien Ross". He continued. A small gasp flew from my lips, my eyes widening in surprise. I've heard of Damien Ross. He was one of America's biggest and most wanted drug lord. Ignoring the look on my face, he continued.

Within moments, it was over, their enemies unconscious in the snow, their tracks already half covered by the storm. I stood there trembling, my breath ragged, the shock of it sinking in too slowly. Marin clutched Anastasia against her chest, both of them staring as though they weren’t sure what had just happened. Liam turned toward me. The fury in his expression cracked for just a second, replaced by something raw, something that almost looked like relief. “Alaria,” he breathed, his voice rougher than I’d ever heard it. My knees nearly gave out at the sound of it.

It was a countdown. So I did what I always did: I built a file. Rayven and I spent nights tracing back the unfamiliar faces, the strange cars, the out-of-town plates. The pattern at first made no sense, but last time, I found the overlap. A security consultant with ties to Trieste, and a rumor about a Russian, and Italian crew moving product on the docks. That’s how I found out who Milena’s ex really was. Not a college boyfriend or just another fighter, trying to make it big. He was a soldier in training, the kind of guy born with a target on his chest and nothing left to lose.

“The whole knowing each other thing.” The lawyer smiled and put her phone away. “Always best to show a united front, makes them think we were prepared for this scenario.” She answered and held out her hand for me to shake. “Mahlia Teagan, Robert King’s lead solicitor.” “Dalia Adler, but you knew that.” I shook her hand. “He was right to tell me that you’re smart, for a moment I was worried that you wouldn’t go along with it.” She said. “How did you know someone bought me this necklace?”