**Evelyn Karamazov** I’ve spent all twenty-three years of my life immersed in the world of the mafia, groomed to rule with an iron fist. But power in our world doesn’t come without a price, and that price is marriage—a union built on strategy rather than so-called love. It’s the last thing I want, but in this life, sacrifices are the currency we trade in. And if I have to choose, I’ll sacrifice to the devil I know rather than the angel I don’t. But make no mistake, a sacrifice is still a sacrifice, and it demands its due. **Killian Bandini** Sixteen years—that’s how long I’ve waited to exact my revenge. Sixteen years to drown in nightmares, consumed by guilt and the unyielding desire to set things right. My father is dead, and now the Bandini empire is mine. The time has come to collect what is owed, and God help those who wronged me, because they will pay with blood. ★ What happens when the most lethal, most infuriating man to ever walk the earth crashes your wedding, puts a bullet in your would-be husband’s head, and holds everyone at gunpoint just to ensure you marry him instead? Killian Bandini doesn’t ask; he takes. But if he thinks I’m some meek bride to be bartered and controlled, he’s dead wrong. I may have to marry him, but I sure as hell won’t make it easy. He’s come for blood and power, but he doesn’t know that I’m not just a pawn—I’m a queen, and this game has only just begun.
View More**Evelyn**As I waited for the car, I allowed the adrenaline coursing through me to settle. The street was eerily quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos that had just unfolded inside. My gloved hands flexed at my sides as I replayed the exchange in my head, analyzing every detail. Killian wanted me to prove myself, and I planned to exceed his expectations. But this wasn’t just about him—it was about reclaiming the power I’d always known I was destined for. It was about getting revenge. It was about proving father wrong.I took in a deep breath as the car pulled up beside me. The driver didn’t even glance my way as I slid into the backseat. Killian’s men were well-trained, loyal to a fault. I almost envied that, the unwavering loyalty he commanded. Almost. I comforted myself knowing I would have that soon.ONE HOUR LATERThis was my last stop. It was a run down strippers club although I could see some blue lights through the windows. I walked in and The pungent smell of sweat, cheap perf
**Evelyn** It grated my nerves. Killian, I mean. And his overbearing and commanding ways. Silly of him to think he could boss me around and I would listen. Even the Bratva couldn't put a leash on me, what makes him think he'd be any different? I sipped my coffee gently as my mind went over his words last night. The fire in his eyes, the poison in his words, I hated him. I heard the sound of shoes hitting the ground and turned around and was instantly met with the sight of Killian. He was shirtless and was wearing gray sweatpants. He looked visibly tired, almost as though he hadn't gotten any sleep last night. Good. I hope id haunted his dreams the way he did mine. Looking him over, I gulped and felt my cheeks burn when my eyes landed on his crotch. I remember how it felt against me last night, I remembered the feel of his hands on me, God, I remembered his touch, his body— I wanted it. I quickly turned away from his and focused back on the food in front of me. Killian was my enemy,
**Killian**“Sir, take a look at this," One of my men, Drew, said as he pulled up a video for me to see. It was from the camera set up in the bathroom I'd found Evelyn in. It showed Evelyn in the bathroom for a few seconds then a small crack in the video, something akin to a flash of light and next thing I knew, it showed me barging into the bathroom.“Sir, someone had been in there with Madam and I don't know how but they managed to tamper with the video feed," Drew continued. I tsked.“Such incompetence. Someone from the IT department must have helped. Find out who it is or take your wife and kids and run as far away from me as you can. Understood?" I asked him, shooting a deadly glare his way. He nodded, showing no sign of fear then walked away. On a normal day, that would have made me proud. I'd trained my men to not fear. And if they could show a brave front in front of me when I throw threats, that would be an achievement.“Killian," Caleb’s voice filtered in as he walked into t
**Evelyn** Killian barged into the bathroom just as Luca jumped through the window. His eyes scanned the entire bathroom before turning to me and I could see the anger he barely managed to contain. His guards were still checking the bathroom stalls while Killian and I were engaged in a staring contest. A bead of sweat travelled down on my face and onto my chest before finally disappearing into my bra. I was nervous. If Killian found out about Luca and the phone or that I knew he had killed my mother— "Who was in here?” He asked finally, cutting me off from my thoughts. "What? Nobody was in here,” I replied. One thing I'd learned at a very early age was how to tell lies without giving anything away or having any telltale signs that I was lying. Killian's eyes narrowed as he stalked closer to me. He stopped just in front of me and let his eyes roam over me before stopping at my eyes. “Are you lying?" He asked again. Scoffing, I answer, “what reason do I have to lie?" Killian nodde
**Evelyn** I hadn't seen or spoken to father since the day I found out he had never trusted me with the Bratva or family business. Since the day I realized nothing I did for this man would ever be enough. Looking at him now, he looked like he'd gotten 10 years older when it has in fact only been less than a month. “Evelyn," Dad called again, moving his hand from my shoulder to my face and I turned away from him. "Father, it is a surprise seeing you here,” I said, facing forward. By now, I could see the people throwing us subtle glances and I sighed. “Take a seat, Father. I can't have any bad press around me." Father sighed as he took the seat beside me and I completely ignored him. My eyes constantly drifted to the bottle of wine beside Killian. He had his hand wrapped around the bottle and he shot me a warning glare when he noticed me staring. Soon, a familiar couple walked up to us. The man looked stoic while the woman was all smiles. They were accompanied by a young girl about
**Evelyn**Just like Killian said, some maids had come into the room with a rack of clothes and a makeup artist accompanying them. I glared at them as they set up their things and began racking through dresses for me. I wasn't one that liked being controlled. And I sure as fuck did not like compromising. Killian was stepping on all ten of my toes and he knew it. I released a deep breath as my phone vibrated in my pocket and I picked it up to see another email from the anonymous person.'Go to the party. There is a package waiting for you there. From now on, we work together. I want to take Killian down too and we can succeed but only if we work together.’ I read it hurriedly as my fingers tightened around the phone screen. I raised my head up to ensure none of them had seen the email and then I cleared my throat.“Let me see my options," I said, turning to the maids standing beside the clothing rack. They both looked at each other with wide eyes. I chuckled, knowing they expected a f
. **Evelyn** My mother had died when I was 17. That was about 6 years ago. The only thing Father told me was that she was in a car crash. When I asked him if he thought it was planned, he stayed silent. I then asked who he thought it was. Father told me he didn't know. As I stared at the video on replay before me, my anger began to rise slowly and my hand clenched tighter around the device. I didn't know who had sent me the video but I would be forever grateful to them. They'd just made my goals much clearer; Take Killian Bandini down, even if it meant going with him. I would have called my father and demanded to know why he had kept this from me but I couldn't. The anonymous person also said that Killian has tapped my phone before giving it back to me. That was why they had used an encrypted email and why I was grateful for the news I was currently hearing. “Mrs Bandini?" The maid asked, hesitantly. I raised my head up and placed my phone face down as I looked her in the eye. “Wh
**Killian** “Your wife really messed her up," Caleb said as he tied the maid who attacked Evelyn to the chair. She was bloodied and I'd asked the guards to stitch her wound up as painfully as they could. I was sure she had an infection already. “What else would you expect from the Evelyn Karamazov?" I replied feeling a tiny twinge of pride. Most men in the mafia wanted trophy wives. I did too. But it was always nice to have the assurance that your wife could take care of herself without depending on you everytime. “She's beginning to wake up," Caleb informed, stepping back. I nodded as I picked up a bucket of ice cold water and poured it all over her. Immediately, she screamed and shivered awake. “Where am I?" She asked, trying to open her eyes. They were a bit swollen and looked very painful. Good. “At the border. We're angels and we'll be asking a few questions then finally torture you to where you really belong," I said, giving her a wide smile. I turned around and picked up a
**Evelyn** I let my emotions get the better of me. Now as I sit in my room going over the conversation or argument, however you look at it, I had with Killian, I realized he had played his cards right and managed to play with my head. He'd deflected and used my anger at the recent events to prove his point. “Fuck!" I muttered, fisting my hair and leaning over the balcony. I'd been standing here for the past hour. “Mrs Bandini? Is something the matter?" A guard said, poking his head into the room. They might be used to my out of the blue outbursts but they still checked in to see if everything was all right each time. “Yes. Could you please tell one of the maids to get me a bottle of wine and some milk?" I asked. “Sure, Ma'am," the guard answered, withdrawing his head. Minutes later, I was swirling some wine and milk as I stood on the balcony, overlooking the mansion area. The mansion was extremely big and a few feet in front of me was a mini forest. “It'd be good as a hiding s
16 years ago Los Angeles, California Killian °♪♥° °♪♥° °♪♥° “Do you, Anastasia Giovanni, take Diablo Armont as your lawfully wedded husband to love in sickness and health, in poverty and wealth?” The priest asked. My mother stood with a smile so bright it could rival the sun as she nodded. "I do,” she answered. Mother loved this man. Even though I didn't. I hated him. He wasn't a good man. He was good to Ma but he wasn't to me. "Do you, Diablo Armont, take Anastasia Giovanni as your lawfully wedded wife to love in sickness and health and in poverty and wealth?” The priest asked turning to Diablo. "I do.” Diablo replied. “You may kiss the bride,” The priest announced. Diablo leaned forward as his hands wrapped around my mother's waist. I turned my head to the side. I was going to be sick. The crowd cheered when Ma and Diablo linked lips and I gagged. They were polar opposites. It was like watching the sun try to take over the night sky. The night sky was too vast hence it woul...
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