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He takes it and scans the lines quickly. “Where did you get this?” I ask. “My parents collected books from all over the world. I have no idea where this one came from.” His face stays mostly blank as he reads. He clearly doesn’t care much for old books. “These are just boring words.” “This is history about Zephyra’s kind. They’re called Crimson Born in this book, and if you look here, they have a queen usually sent down by the goddess.” “This is just fiction.” “Who writes fiction this way?” I groan. “Look at how it’s written

The great doors close with a sound like breaking bones, leaving me alone with the ache of this cursed crown and the weight of a kingdom built on graves. The crown itself pulses against my temples, its once-brilliant gold now tarnished to the color of old blood. It used to shine like captured sunlight, a beacon of hope and righteous rule. Now it hums with an endless network of hairline cracks, each fracture a spider's thread of corruption spreading deeper into the metal and into me. Each break is a reminder that nothing in this world remains unbroken: not thrones built on noble intentions, not bloodlines stretching back to heroes of legend, not oaths sworn under starlight with hearts full of

“Two days ago, Alexander personally took her to a private jeweler. Measurements, design consultations—he stayed the entire time.” My heart clenched. “There’s more,” Ethan continued. “And it gets worse.” “I accessed her private cloud. Password was Alexander’s birthday.” Inside were photos. Hundreds of them. I opened the file he sent. The album was titled: My Knight. The most recent post was dated two days ago. He said this crown belongs only to me. Just like him. Next week’s family dinner—he promised to give me a name. The image showed an exquisite bridal crown— diamonds and sapphires set in a constellation pattern.

Damon drifts toward center ice and stops at the logo. I follow. For a moment, we stand where the game began. Where so much between us almost ended. “Funny,” he says. “All that fighting over who gets the crown.” “And?” He looks at me fully. “There was only ever one.” The words hang there. Not competitive. Not sharp. Certain. Only one crown. And it doesn’t belong to one king. The arena lights dim slightly as the crew prepares to clean up. I feel his hand brush mine. Not by accident.

Wade finally reached and plucked the leather bound book, careful for no loose pages to slip out. Wade and Marc got to work. “Marc?” Klara’s voice crackled into his head. “Everything OK?” He was surprised she’d contacted him, and worried something was wrong. “Just wanted to check it worked.” He chuckled, “It did, I’m just looking into the coronation want to join?” Five minutes later there was a hesitant knock on the door. “Come in,” Marc stated, glad when Klara pushed it open. “Wade you can go.” He nodded and slipped past Klara as she walked in.

**DEDICATION** To the dreamers who find solace in stories, To the lovers of dark romance and untamed desires, And to those who embrace both the light and the shadows within; This book is for you. And to myself, ShineeSunshine; For the late nights, the endless imagination, and the courage to weave crimson tales of obsession and love. _______________ **BLURB** Book 1] CRIMSON : 'Il Velo di MINE' {The Veil of Mine} from MAFIA DARK ROMANCE MINE series

For a human. “What are you talking about?” He asked, his blue eyes scanning the three with an intent curiosity. He rubbed the towel over his head with an intent determination to dry his blond hair. “Nothing,” Vaughan uttered as he opened the satchel next to him. He pulled out a golden crown with amethyst stones etched into the metal. He held it out to Fenryn, who glanced aside for a moment as if he were hesitating. Only after Vaughan narrowed his eyes at the man, did Fenryn finally take it, and exchanged it for the towel. However, his hair was a complete mess, and this caused Vaughan to glare at him further. “What?” Fenryn said, grinning.

I stared at him for a second, then took it slowly, already annoyed because if this was another attempt at convincing me of this nonsense, I was about to lose whatever patience I had left. Then I looked at the screen. And just like that, everything in my head went completely still. The headline was bold. Too bold and looks too real. Alexandra Fisher Hale the queen of the business world is pregnant and to be married to Jacob Grey. I blinked. Once. Twice. Then I looked up at Dada. “What the actual fuck?” The words came out before I could even stop them, because at this point, manners were the least of my concerns. Because what?

"Not necessarily. Time to name it a day." Speaking together along with her regular poker face, Anna extracted an e-book from the pile and confirmed it to Raven. "Dark Notebook -- The Occult Research Club's Activity Report --" The cowl had the ones phrases written in shiny crimson towards a pitch black background -- glaringly as specific from usual cultural golf equipment as night time from the day.