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Valentino let go of my hand and swiftly joined his lips to mine in a passionate kiss, to which I shamelessly reacted. Valentino raised his head to look at Valerio. "See that? She wants me," he said with a smirk as I stood in bewilderment. What the hell is happening? Valerio stared at him for a while and then shifted his gaze to me. "Enjoy," he muttered, letting go of my hands and walking away. What made it worse was that I made to follow him, if not for Valentino holding me back. "Are you that into him?"

Serena Vale walked into the Meridian Grand ballroom at eight-fourteen on a Saturday night in black and red and the particular quality of stillness that belongs exclusively to people who have decided exactly who they are and are no longer asking the room’s permission. I had known her for five years. I had sat across from her in Singapore when she was eight months out of the worst night of her life and already the most precise thinker I had encountered in a decade of working with exceptional people. I had watched her build Valek Global from a framework and a fury into something that made the financial press use words like formidable and unprecedented. I had seen her in boardrooms at midnight a

"Because someone was looking for you." A broken laugh tore out of me before I could stop it. "My mother would never hand me over to strangers. Never." "She did," he said, and there wasn't a shred of doubt in his voice. Kael stepped forward, jaw tight. "Why. Why would she do that." The man's expression hardened into something colder. "Because your father discovered what Vale Holdings was planning." Nadia's face drained of color beside us. "What were they planning?" He ignored her entirely, eyes locked on mine instead. "They wanted Serena."

~Alessandro The storm had passed, but the thunder still echoed in my mind. I stood by the window, watching the estate fall into silence, the rain having soaked the earth like a confession. The scent of wet roses and blood clung to the air an omen. Valentina had changed. She wasn't the naive girl I forced into this marriage. She had grown claws, sharpened by secrets, betrayal, and pain. And now… Serafina was back. I closed my eyes. Her name used to be a melody in my head. Now it was a curse.

"I’d sooner share a den with his father than touch his brother," Serena spat, her voice echoing off the cold stone walls. "And that’s saying something. Richard Graves is a sleazy old wolf who thinks every female in the pack is his for the taking." Caleb leaned against the doorframe, his expression grim. "The apples don't fall far from the rotten tree, Serena. They’re all built from the same jagged bone." The door creaked open, and Valeria stepped in. Her scent was spiked with agitation—the sharp, metallic tang of a wolf who had been baring her teeth.

As secrets surface and desire ignites, she’s caught between a man she should fear and a passion she can’t ignore. The deeper she falls into Alexander’s world, the harder it becomes to tell whether he’s her captor… or her only chance at survival. Dark. Addictive. Explosive. Blood & Oath is a gripping mafia romance about loyalty, revenge, and a love so fierce it might just destroy them both. CHARACTERS. Alexander Valente (32 years): Lex Malakai Valente: brother (25 years) Roman Valente: brother (30 years) Juliana Casco (25 years): Jul

I remained where I was, posture relaxed, hands still loosely clasped. The job was simple on the surface. Keep her breathing. Keep my cover intact. The rest could wait. Thirty minutes later she came back down dressed in a fitted dark dress that hugged every curve I had mapped with my mouth two nights before. She looked polished, beautiful and still furious. Her eyes found mine the second she reached the bottom step and the same hatred flared again. Elena had set a full breakfast on the table. “I am not hungry,” Serena said, barely glancing at the food. “I will eat out.”

I sat up, rubbing a hand down my face. After a quick shower, I pulled on a black shirt, leaving the top two buttons undone, and made my way down. Halfway down the stairs, I saw Serena Valenti. She was dressed in white, her hair flowing over her shoulders and beside her, Signore Valenti looked proud in his gray suit. Dominic noticed me first. “Ah. There he is.” “Rhett,” Serena greeted sweetly, standing to her feet. “It’s been a while.” I forced a nod. “Signore Valenti.”

The same emblem on the spine as the one Kayla had been reading. I picked the lock with trembling fingers and pulled out the dusty volumes, scanning the dates. My breath caught in my throat when I found the year Rina would’ve gone missing by lady Kayla's account. This should be the actual answer we were looking for here. I sat cross-legged in the shadows and began to read, flipping past Alpha Dominic’s endless political ramblings and notes about hunting trips as usual until I saw her name again.

“Come, let me show you a good time.” “Veronica, get your filthy hands off me.” She looked confused, but she did as told. I was more than confused at my reaction too, but that didn't matter right now. I had to find her. “She’s just some slave. What’s so important about her?” I just looked at Veronica, but she refused to meet my gaze. “Where is she?” “Where’s who?” She acted confused pretending not to know who I was talking about. “Where is Seraphina, Veronica? Don't make me ask again.”