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How dare they let their voice reach outside the room? “You both have guts to talk sh*t behind my back, hm?” he coldly said, ignoring the shock as if a dirt in their faces. He smiled, not reaching his eyes, a warning to their inappropriate display in a sacred golden room, “You're ignorance to even secured the place for damn talk-shit is what's make you both a powerless. Bare in mind, you're not the devil here, it's me!” He looked at the young man, a very man of Denever who immediately recover from shock.

The place where I woke up after being stolen across borders by the man who claimed to love me—after I found out he wasn’t a gentle nobody, but a mafia lord who had orchestrated everything. "Lovely,” I muttered bitterly. “You unchain the dog for a walk, buy her a shiny collar, and drag her back to the kennel.”

The sirens didn't just wail they tore through the Tuscan silence like a serrated blade. Cali didn't flinch. She felt a cold, grumpy electricity surge through her veins, a sharp contrast to the suffocating weight of the archives. She looked at the pearl-handled derringer in her hand a small, elegant toy against the high-caliber reality of a Valenti hit squad and then she looked at Devi. Devi was already moving. The understanding husband had vanished, replaced by the ruthless predator who had survived her father’s cellar. He reached into the hollowed-out spine of a massive leather-bound ledger on the shelf and pulled out a submachine gun, the matte-black metal looking like an extension of his

Footsteps approached our direction and I quickly hi‍d in th‍e other room. Th⁠e‍ door‌ sl⁠id open quietly, two men pushed inward brushi‌ng‍ rai⁠n from th‌ei⁠r ja‌ckets. “Why didn't you turn off the light?” Th‌e firs‌t‍ man barked. “I did,” “Stop lying,‌ you left her mouth un‍covered too.” The first ma⁠n raised his hand, two more men entered, a tall fi‍gure fo‌llo‍wed them, I‌ knew that dark figure. Nikolai.

But I'm exhausted, what I need right now is a drink and not another confrontation. It's been a while since the last time I went to a bar. My last memory made me want to quit drinking because of the stupid decision that I made due to alcohol. But tonight is an exception. I really need a drink tonight. Also, unlike before I will watch how much I drink. I will need to always be sane to avoid making a horrible mistake. The revelation that I got today was beyond shocking. I feel like there's a devil who wants me to have a miserable life. I will never call it fate but a curse!

Walking aimlessly to the outside, I almost went into the center of the street when I heard a familiar voice, " I thought, you would be looking for me. So, I showed up here, Principessa." I froze in my track, looking up to find the devil in front of me. He was smoking with pleasure, leaning his silhouette against his costly SUV. The anger, resentment all burst out inside me upon seeing him again. I rushed to him, shouting and throwing punches angrily, " You did this...you fucking did this...you did this to me.. what do you want from me?? What the fuck do you want...We have left each other ten years back..Why are you ruining my life again.."

He started the car and drove off. When we got home, I stormed out of the security room. I took up the CCTV footage from the mall. Every activity done around the noon time had all been deleted. The only footage there was of Cleopatra lying almost lifeless on the floor, soaked and covered in blood. My chest twitched. Filled with rage and vengeance, my eyes burned into the screen. “Get the priest. Prepare for a wedding," I gave the orders to Marcelo. “Sir?!" Marcelo snapped.

** **Sloane answer your phone** **I'm starting to worry** I call her. "Finally! Where have you been? I've been calling for hours." "I was in the mountains. No signal." "By yourself?" I pause too long. "Sloane. What did you do?" "I slept with him." Silence. Then: "You slept with who?" "Lennon. I slept with Lennon." "WHAT?" "I know. I know it was stupid. I know I'm an idiot." "Start from the beginning. Tell me everything."

The hall buzzes with chatter, laughter, footsteps against tile. Then I see them. Bianca Deveraux and her trio of perfectly groomed shadows. They appear like they’ve been waiting for me, their glossy hair swinging, lips painted in sharp shades of red and pink. They don’t say a word, just stop and smirk when they notice me. I keep walking, ignoring the twist in my stomach. They may be beautiful, but poison often comes in pretty bottles.

I mentioned, and she left with our orders taken. “I have a plan Drew,” Nicole said, drawing my attention back to where we left off. “I’m all ears,” I replied, my eyes and ears widely open to hear what it was. “We’re dealing with dangerous humans, so for now, you’re going to play along. You will pretend to fall in love with her, showering her with immense attention and ignoring all her character flaws. You will play the fool to gain your desires, do you copy that?” She asked me as if to be sure I was on the same page with her.