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I was forced back again and again. "Die!" Silvia shouted. I heard the sharp whistle of a blade cutting through the air. I opened my eyes to see that Silvia had been flung straight into Derrick's coffin, while Ximena stood nearby, her face twisted with fury. "You dared drag me into an illusion and nearly got my husband killed by a backstabber." Without wasting a second, she lashed out, her sharp nails slicing through Silvia and killing her instantly, then stripped off her own wedding dress and forced it onto Silvia's corpse before carving a few words into the body.

Most of them were what I expected—books on strategy, history, a few on Italian mafia politics. And then, tucked on the bottom shelf, almost hidden— "You weren't kidding about these?" I pulled one out, raising an eyebrow. "Really?" "Put that back." "The Duke's Dangerous Desire," I read aloud, grinning. "A Rake's Redemption. The Highlander's Captive Bride—" "Jameson." Her voice was sharp, but I could hear the embarrassment underneath. "Put them back." "I'm not judging," I said, turning to face her. "I'm just surprised. You kill people for a living, but you read romance novels?"

All I did was stare as the death dragged me away from my fiancé. Dear Readers, Welcome to a brand-new journey! ❤️ If you've read my previous novel, A Twenty Something, you might recognize a few familiar names and faces. This story takes place in the same fictional universe, but it is a complete standalone. You don't need to read any of my earlier books to enjoy Luna and Alessandro's story. For this novel, I've also introduced fictional cities and locations to better suit the world and the story I wanted to tell. This is a dark mafia romance featuring mature themes, violence, and morally grey characters. Please remember that the events and relationships in this book are entirely fictional and

The tension between us thickened, filling the space until it felt impossible to breathe without tasting it. My back pressed against the wall as his hand slid along my side. Every movement was deliberate, controlled, yet beneath it I could feel the hunger not desire, but need. Outside the room the mansion was quiet too quiet. A sudden knock at the door shattered the moment three sharp knocks. We both froze. His expression changed instantly, the intensity vanished, replaced by calculation. He stepped away from me, his hand instinctively reaching for the firearm he kept in the drawer beside the bed. "Stay here, " he ordered.

"And men like that don't divorce. They eliminate." Ice runs down my spine. "Who?" Lucien asks. Katherine looks up. "That's the part I need you to calm down before I say more," she says. "Because once I say it, the rest of tonight changes." I look at Lucien, and he looks at Katherine. "Edgard Azaeres," she says. I expect to die of shock of discovering my father planned to murder his own wife. Instead, a strange, sickening recognition, like a piece sliding perfectly into a puzzle

The darkest of black, but these eyes were not the ones I'd fallen in love with. They were cold. Empty. Hollow. Filled with pure hatred. “Damien, you're…” My words were cut off when another gunshot echoed loudly through the cathedral. The pain exploded through my shoulder before I noticed that he had shot me. Damien De Luca shot me. I cried out and stumbled backwards. My bouquet of flowers slipped out of my fingers and landed beside the bloody and cold body of Adrian. My white wedding gown was now covered in blood and dirt. “Ahhh!” I screamed as my eyes burned and blurred. I could see through it to Damien's dark, cold eyes staring directly at me.

The Nouveau-Riche Romance Chapter twenty-nine The brightness of the day filtered into the room. Illuminating it with its soft glow. The illumination was just enough to rouse Joan from sleep. Her body felt relaxed, she felt mellow really. It felt like she was coming down from a drug high. No, it was a sex high. Sex? Sex... Joan abruptly opens her eyes as she remembered the events of the previous night. She had sex with Asher. Now that she thought about it it was a crazy night and she wouldn't believe it if she hadn't experienced it.

David Del Valle had decided to stay at the salon, to make sure that everything was in good condition, and Maria went back to Miami with Emiliano Romero, she needed, according to her, some time to rest and cool down her brain, which had become so frustrated. That same day, when the Mexican woman finished investigating Daniel's mistress, they returned home. After three weeks, Maria began to attend to business, but there was a day when she arrived very tired; sometimes when she was too exhausted she preferred to rest in a room by herself; Then she arrived, took a warm shower, relaxed in a bubble bath, then lay down on her bed, but when she tried to fall asleep she couldn't, she was too pensive,

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The smell of coffee and toast wafted in, a stark contrast to the chaos in my head. I sat up, rubbing my eyes, my body stiff from the couch. My phone, retrieved from under the cushion, showed twenty-seven missed calls from Zayden, a barrage of texts pleading for me to respond, to come back, to let him explain. Each one twisted the knife deeper. How could he explain murder? How could I ever look at him without seeing death? Mira poked her head out of the kitchen, her smile bright but cautious. “Morning, sleepyhead. Eggs and bacon sound good? Or are you more of a pancake guy today?”