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“Or maybe Damien was working with him… until something went wrong” I stared at the screen. The Damien I knew - ruthless, cold, impossible to read - had once stood beside my father like an ally. The entire foundation of my hatred started to tremble. And then Milo’s screen flashed red. “Shit,” he muttered. “We triggered something”. “What kind of something?” He slammed the laptop shut. “They’re onto us. We need to move”. But before we could get up, my phone buzzed again. Unknown Number: “Playing with fire, Elena?”

Damien shook his head, already knowing who his boss was. Linda on the other hand, pulled the phone a few meters away from her ear. If not, his tone was going to destroy her ear drum. "Do you always have to be this cold, Milo?. One can even have a descent conversation with you. Why is that?" She asked annoyed. "It is so, because you're a total boredom". He said in a flat voice. "Now, state what you want or I'm going to hang up on you?". His eyebrows twitched, when he said that.

"Only son of the Vance tech mogul. He’s supposed to be taking over the company next year. They say he’s a genius, but he’s 'unstable'—prefers grease and leather to boardrooms and silk. He’s the most eligible bachelor in the city, Milo. And he’s… well, he’s a bit of a monster." Milo stared at the photo. The hope in his chest didn't die; it changed. It became a heavy, terrifying weight. Jackson Vance wasn't just a biker. He was a prince. And princes didn't look at boys who were "too soft for a man" and had "wide, curvy hips." To someone like Jackson, Milo was probably just a stray cat he’d felt sorry for in the rain. "He's beautiful," Milo whispered, his voice cracking. "He's dangerous," Liam

Hendra actually moved faster than he thought. Cassandra and Ronald try to eat as natural as possible. Between meals, Ronald tried to type messages to Cassandra. [ If I get out of here you should also get out of here, I don't want anything to happen to you either. Regarding what I stole from the safe in your father's room, that is evidence of a crime your father committed 12 years ago. He killed both of Jessica's parents and just so you know I stole them. Because I want to save you. I want to exchange it for the evidence that Lexi and Arsene got from the seafood restaurant where you gave the food that caused Miss Jessica to have a miscarriage]

“If we can get some dolphins out here, we’ll jump in and play with them. I’ll show you how. It’s a very subtle game, but full of memorable rewards.” Fear crept around the edges of her eyes. “I’ve never just dived off of a yacht and swam in the middle of the ocean either.” “It’s surreal.” “I bet it is.” She gazed off at the miles upon miles of water. “Are there any sharks?” “Maybe, but we’ll be safe.” “Maybe, isn’t a reassuring answer.” “Trust me, Mia. I’m the only thing out here that you should be careful with.”

Together, they were unstoppable. Amid the chaos, Amara spotted a familiar figure: Milo Nero. He had returned, more cunning and dangerous than ever, eyes glinting with malicious amusement. “You never learn,” Milo sneered, stepping into the fray. “Still playing hero in a world that thrives on monsters.” Amara’s blade gleamed under the dim chandelier light. “And you never learn that monsters can be tamed — or destroyed.” The clash between them was brutal, a whirlwind of strategy, strength, and unyielding will. Each strike carried the weight of revenge and survival. Luca intercepted Milo’s men with deadly precision, leaving a trail of incapacitated foes.

It was just Mila and I, looking around as Peggy had excused herself earlier on, to go use the restroom. "This so beautiful. It calls to me" Mila dreamily said, as she pointed at a portrait of a young woman, playing in the rain with her child. I looked at her with interest as I smiled. "You want us to have children immediately?" She looked at me in shock as she choked on the wine she had just sipped from the champagne flute in her hand. "Come on now! Am I so repulsive that you don't see yourself having children with me?" I said casually, wanting to know her reaction. A couple had walked past us, and I was so sure they had listened in on our conversation, as they gave each other a knowing smil

He said proudly and confidently, as if he had drawn the world's best painting. Milo looked down at the stick figure with a twelve-pack and a cape. “I look awesome,” he said. “Thanks, buddy.” He ruffled his hair. I leaned against the doorway, watching them, heart full. This was the chaos I loved. The noise, the mess, the ridiculousness. Milo was home, and suddenly, the walls felt warmer. He caught my eye over the kids’ heads and winked. Home was whole again. DAMIEN This girl is toxic. Fearless. Wild. Just like her mother used to be.

The maids reassured me with a smile, as they said that it’s gonna be okay. After hours of exhausting training, Damien and his parents entered the training grounds; and the very first thing that caught their eye was the sight of me pulling the gun’s trigger, and ended up shooting next to the bull’s eye. They looked at me with amusement, and soon after, Damien walked closer to me with a proud look on his face. “Not bad,” he smirked. I looked back at him, as I smiled. Damien’s eyes were fixed on me; not a second of turning away. We’re like lovers who hold the most genuine feelings towards each other. A model having an affair with one of the strongest mafia bosses in the world. What could be pos

"Bruna, wake up!" "Argh- hiss…" Milo let out a fearsome growl. His grey eyes were completely red. I could see the hunger in his eyes and in his desperate movements to pounce over me and kill me right away. His breaths were growing hither-thither owing to my resistance. Grabbing the dagger firmly in my hand, I stabbed his stomach again and shoved him with full force. A significant damage was done to Milo's stomach and he couldn't cage me any further and tumbled aside.