Rukia Novels & Stories

She wasn’t just trying to derail the project; she wanted blood. To stop her, he needed muscle. And money. And leverage. Only one name came to mind. Kracus Vladimir. A Russian business magnate with ties to everything from tech to oil to the underground. Working with Kracus was like dancing in a minefield. But Gerald had made up his mind. He would go to Russia if it meant securing the future of the project—and keeping Anna’s dream alive. But luckily news had it they Kracus was in London. He took a long sip of whiskey, but it tasted bitter in his throat.

“What is going on?” “We have a problem, alpha.” He said, making Dimitri frown. “What kind of problem?” “Our western border has been breached.” “By whom? Who the hell dared to try and cross the border?” Dimitri asked, frowning. Mikhail's eyes flickered toward me for the briefest moment before returning to Dimitri. “Rogues…” He said, and my stomach tightened. Dimitri's expression darkened. “The patrol reported no movement this morning. What is going on?” Dimitri asked angrily. “How did the rogues cross into my territory?”

Gideon took the box and flicked the lid open to reveal a massive flawless diamond ring that sparkled with intimidating brilliance under the ambient lights. Maren stared at the obscene piece of jewelry and felt her throat tighten with a sudden overwhelming sense of dread. The ring looked heavy enough to drag her straight down to the bottom of the ocean and drown her in a sea of billionaire politics. "That stone is ridiculous, and nobody will believe a man like you bought something so extravagant without a hidden motive," Maren protested while taking a reluctant step backward.