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The pain was so excruciating that even in the depths of unconsciousness, I could feel it—sharp, cruel shrills racing through my veins like fire. Every pulse sent a ripple of torment, and I couldn't escape it. I moaned, unable to suppress the whines that bubbled from deep within me, my body trembling. But my mind was fogged, distant, and the world around me was a blur. I couldn’t see who was close, couldn’t tell if someone had been feeding me, tending to me during the haze. It was as though I were trapped in a limbo, flickering between the realms of pain and darkness. The next moment, I was pulled back into a deeper sleep, but this time there was something—someone—moving me. My body jerked, and the sudden shift brought a fresh wave of agony that shot through my leg, stealing my breath. I couldn’t stop the soft whine that slipped from my lips, my mind racing to make sense of everything.Who was carrying me? Why was I being moved?And then, the scent—strong, familiar, and utterly unse

I clenched my fist into a ball and smashed it on my phone screen, it broke into tiny little pieces and left cuts on my skin. Pain was engulfing through my veins, yet it was nothing compared to what Bella was forced to go through. “The mafia Don.” I spat on the phone, I just threw it on the floor. The title I embraced my whole life, now it was sounding nothing but a curse. It sounded so useless and meaningless. ‘All of this was happening because of me.’ I smashed another punch into the wall. “Joseph.” I roared loudly. He rushed in, breathless. “Boss… are you alright? Your phone—”He stopped short when he saw the shattered screen and the blood trailing down my hand. His eyes flickered from the broken pieces to my clenched fist, and he instantly understood something was terribly wrong.He bent down to retrieve the phone.“Tell me,” I growled, grabbing his shoulder and yanking him closer. “What good have I ever done? To you. To anyone?”“Boss…” he stammered, taken aback. He hadn’t e

Blood was spilling on the floor around making a pool, I was swimming in. I quickly turned off my skirt and wrapped it around. Apparently I was stuck among heartless goons who would not care about my wound but how they can use me against their agenda. “I swear, Ronin is not going to forgive you for this.” I grunted, as pain was taking my life away gradually. My teeth dung into my lower lip.“You better save your sister now. You dared to touch me. Now he’s going to take revenge by serving your sister.” I was throwing a warning on his face with such confidence as if it was going to happen in real life. As if he cares about me!Had he, he would blast the whole place but didn’t let these goons take me with them. I was disappointed in him for throwing me in the face of the jacks and running away. Mafia don! Huh, the name didn’t suit him much now. “Shut up!” A man came forward and pressed his toe into my wound. I let out a loud, painful scream. “You think you can torture me and win ove

A scream.Her scream.It cut through the gunfire like a knife to my gut. I clenched my fist, squeezed my eyes, letting the little pain absorb into every single cell of my body.I spun around, eyes scanning the chaos.And then I saw her.Bella.Struggling. Kicking. Clawing against the bastards who had her pinned."No..."A man stepped forward.Plastic hand.Marx.The bastard himself. He had been a rival for years, he had attacked me in various ways but never before it left me as much hurt as now.He touched her cheek like she was some trophy he’d just won. The scene was playing in front of my eyes like a scene from a horror movie, scarring me to my bones. And that smile—That damn smile.I didn't even notice the communicator shatter in my hand, crushed by the weight of my fury.But none of it mattered.Not the blood, not the bullets, not the war.Because she was gone.And when I walked back into my mansion, the crushing sound of my boots echoed like thunder in an empty tomb.I hadn’t

What does he think of himself? I stomped my feet against the wooden floor. He left me here after deciding my fate. Was he a super power or what? Oh, I understood that he was a mafia don and everyone fears him. Yet, he needed to be very clear about it and I was not everybody. I was Bella, who was not accustomed to being controlled by anyone. I smirked, flipped my hair back, and I decided what I have to do. The moment he stormed out of the study, I made my move.I slipped through the hallways, keeping my steps light. The hall's view was not the same as it was last night. The chaos and mess I created had been cleared by the maids, it was organised and settled like it was upon my arrival last night.Watching my footsteps carefully, I walked past the hall and hid behind the main door. I could hear voices of the guards hurrying around, and Ronin, giving orders.I pulled my eye out from behind the door, Ronin’s car was parked, his men moving quickly, loading their weapons. I ducked low, m

I slammed the brakes outside the warehouse, my fingers tightening around the steering wheel. From the outside, the place looked eerily calm—too calm. Who would have guessed inside a devil came with full preparation to destroy this place. The Marx group was owned by my dear friend, Markos. The conflict rose when he figured that I became his competitor who beat his ass red and the industry witnessed it. This took a grind on his nerves and he decided to tread on every single path of treachery to beat me back. Even if he had to kill me, he wouldn't hesitate.But I knew better. This wasn’t peace; this was the quiet before the storm, the kind that promised bloodshed. I exhaled sharply, reaching for the radio clipped to my vest. My men waited in tense silence, their hands gripping their weapons, eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of movement. I brought the microphone close to my mouth, voice low and controlled. “Joseph, give me an update.” I squinted through the tinted windgl