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He even ordered her shoes to be hidden, trapping her soul within the manor forever, unable to leave. However, in the end, he underestimated the hatred she carried after death. On the anniversary of her death the following year, she returned and killed him. However, Derrick had planned ahead. Before dying, he arranged to be buried with her. He even specifically ordered that her shoes be placed inside his coffin. As if even in death, he wanted to keep her under his control. After hearing all that, a surge of anger exploded in my chest. This Derrick was not just ugly. He was completely twisted.

The cool midnight air greeted him with the fragrance of roses. He felt the relief instantly, his anxiety dissipating, blown away by the night breeze, leaving only the scent of roses clinging to him like a permanent lover. For a ruthless mafia like him, who’d taken countless lives in the seedy underbelly of Chicago, he couldn’t understand why he found roses to be so comforting. They were such fragile plants, their petals so delicate, like humans whom he could easily crush with his palms. Still, whatever it was, it always did the trick. The scent calmed him down and he relaxed.

“Damien not glued to your side today? Odd. He tends to keep his… projects close.” Serena’s brows drew together. “What exactly are you implying?” “Oh, come now.” Camille stepped closer, her perfume cloying, her smile widening. “You don’t honestly think you’re the first, do you? Damien has a pattern. Swoops in, plays the saviour, dresses his women up like trophies, parades them around… and when he’s bored, he doesn’t just walk away. He breaks them. Quietly. Completely.” Serena’s jaw tightened, though her voice stayed steady. “Thanks for the unsolicited TED Talk on Damien Drake, but I’ll pass.”

She sounded frantic and desperate, like she'd been waiting her entire existence for this exact moment. "THAT'S OUR MATE!" My eyes went wide and snapped up to look at Kael's face. At Nathan's face, at whoever this was standing in front of me touching my hair like I was something precious. The feeling washing over me was unmistakable, i'd heard other wolves describe it a hundred times. The pull in your chest like an invisible rope tying you to another person, the overwhelming need to be close to them, to touch them, to never let them go, the certainty deep in your bones that this person was meant for you and you were meant for them.

He wouldn’t, would he? “The book that he gave me, he said it’s dark romance and I would like it, but there’s no romance. It’s only dark” she started. “Who does that? He stalked her for years and she finally agreed to have a date. But just before they could get intimate, she died because of mould infestation in her apartment. That’s the most rubbish ending I’ve ever read. I didn’t sleep for two days to finish that book, Steffan,” she explained in between sobs while still buried on my chest. “Oh honey,” I let out a breath while hugging her tighter. “Oh honey, you almost gave me a heart attack. I thought something happened to you,” I rubbed her back while kissing her head trying to calm her dow

**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

His thumb moved in the small circle against my pulse point, the gesture I had once found reassuring and now read as the inventory it had always been, the confirmation of what was present, what was contained, what was his. "You don't need them," he murmured. "You have me." I stood in the corridor of Brocandale Manor with his hand on my wrist and Elena's retreating footsteps and the empty bedside table and the missing evidence and the two notes from the poetry book gone and the grandmother's locket somewhere in the purse he had taken while I slept.

🌹 A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR 🌹 This is Book Two in the ‘Entangled’ series, and it continues the story after the events of Book One titled—Bound to the Mafia Lord. While you can read this book on its own, I strongly recommend reading Book One first for a clearer understanding of the characters, relationships, history, and events that have already taken place. There are several names and references throughout this book that were introduced in the previous story. But if you’ve decided to start here… welcome anyway. 🤭❤️

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

I have to let Jenna go, but before that, I need to lay her down and push what’s left of her blood back into her body. She didn’t deserve what I did here today, all because I was frustrated. The best way to kill a wolf is to take his mate. The trouble is that my brother is right; he’s a Romerian Alpha, a Royal, and losing one’s mate without sealing the mate bond won’t kill a wolf as powerful as my brother.