Sylvie The Beginning After The End Novels & Stories

He tossed a white handkerchief at Sylvie and said, "Clean up after yourself. Don't sully God's eyes." Looking at the blinking red light of the camera in the distance, Sylvie couldn't resist smirking. After seven years, she had finally completed her mission. Two hours later, she was going to sever all ties with Connor. They would never see each other again. Sylvie was in a pretty good mood as she took a shower. Keen to get some souvenirs for her parents, she headed out of the house. As soon as she entered an alley, someone bashed her head with a bat, knocking her out.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Book One: Trapped by the Mafia Boss has officially ended. Sylvia and Mario hurt each other too deeply, and too often, for a happy ending to make sense. If you followed their story, you already know they were toxic together. Forcing a "forever" ending on them would’ve felt fake, and I’d rather keep it real with you. The second book picks up from here. It’s life after Mario. We’ll see how Sylvia keeps attracting the wrong kind of men… and how she ends up in a different kind of mess altogether.

"On second thought, maybe you can catch an Uber?" "Hey, I was just joking. You didn't have to go so far." Sylvie was a woman who knew how and when to take a step back. "Come pick me up. I know we just got together, but I'd love it if the first person I see after I get back is my darling husband."

"I've missed you." "I've missed you, too, Sylvie," her father sighs as her hand, encircling his rigid cock, starts sliding up and down his shaft. "I've really missed your fat cock," she says, laying her head against his shoulder, while she gently cups his balls, rolling them around in her hand. "This is going to be our last time, Daddy," Sylvia says, almost regretfully. "I don't want to keep doing this after I'm married," she says as she sucks his nipple into her mouth, biting it between her teeth.

Kai's POV I watched Sylvie walk away from Alistair's body, her face a mask of emptiness that scared me more than any expression of grief ever could. She didn't look back. Didn't spare the corpse a single glance. She just walked, blade still dripping, toward the far end of the hall where shadows pooled against the stone. "Sylvie." I called after her. "Where are you going?" "To see what else he left behind." Her voice was flat. Hollow. "There will be cells. Prisoners. He always kept prisoners."

“Okay, I have to go now. Talk to you soon.” “Okay. See you.” Sylvia then returned to her car. Further away in another car, Melanie managed to snap some pictures with her phone. Although Edmund and Sylvia barely chatted for a minute, she was still able to get several incriminating pictures.

Julian doesn't answer, and the silence stretches out thick and uncomfortable. "You need to move on," Sylvie says finally. "What Marcus and I have is real. We're happy together." "Good for you." "I mean it, Julian. Stop holding onto the past." "I'm not holding onto anything. I just want you both out of my life." Sylvie makes a frustrated sound. "Fine. Be miserable then." She storms off, heels clicking sharply against the hardwood floor. I press myself against the wall, hoping she won't notice me as she passes, but she's too focused on her anger to look around.

We dived into the backseat of the armored car, and the heavy door slammed shut with a satisfying thud, cutting off the chaotic roar of the crowd. As the car sped away, leaving the dust and the vultures behind, the silence returned. But this time, it wasn't heavy. I looked at Sylvie, who was staring at her hands in her lap, I reached over and took her hand in mine. I didn't care about the news, the scandal, or the questions that were yet to be answered,I just wanted to spend time alone with her and I wanted to help her find the rest of her memories, one piece at a time.