The morning light poured through the windows, warming the space where Ronan and I stood side by side, looking out over the city. The world outside seemed to be alive with possibility, and for the first time in a long time, I felt a peace settle over me. It wasn’t just the victory or the empire we’d rebuilt—it was the sense of purpose we now had. Together, we had created something that would endure, something that would leave its mark.Ronan's hand found mine, and I turned to meet his gaze. The intensity in his eyes was familiar, but today, there was something softer there. A sense of fulfillment, mixed with anticipation for what was to come."We’ve come a long way, Ashley," he murmured, his thumb tracing circles on the back of my hand. "But this is just the beginning."I nodded, feeling the weight of his words. Everything we had built, everything we had fought for, had led us to this moment. But Ronan was right. The future was just beginning to unfold before us."How does it feel?" I
The sun was beginning to set, casting a soft golden hue over the sprawling grounds of our estate. It had been a few weeks since the final battle, and life had taken on a new rhythm. There was a sense of normalcy now, one that felt almost foreign after everything we had been through.Ronan and I were walking side by side through the gardens, our hands casually intertwined. The fragrance of blooming roses and lavender filled the air, and the sound of our children’s laughter echoed in the distance. It was a peaceful moment—one I wasn’t sure I’d ever truly get used to."Are you still thinking about the future?" Ronan asked, breaking the silence between us. His voice was low and contemplative, and he didn’t need to elaborate. I knew exactly what he meant.I smiled softly, squeezing his hand. "I can’t help it. After everything, I want to make sure we don’t just survive but thrive. I want this to be something that lasts for our children, for our legacy."Ronan nodded, his gaze sweeping over
Years had passed since that quiet dinner where Ronan had raised his glass to our future. In those years, we had built an empire—not just one of power, but one of love, loyalty, and strength. Our family had grown, as had our bond, and the world had learned that nothing could break us.The estate had expanded, the grounds now a sprawling mix of gardens and strongholds, all protected by our loyal men and allies. But it wasn’t the buildings or the wealth that defined us—it was the legacy we had built together.I stood in the grand hallway of our home, the walls lined with portraits of our ancestors—both biological and chosen. My eyes traced the faces of those who had come before us, each one etched with stories of blood, power, and survival. The weight of history pressed against me, but I was no longer burdened by it. I had come into my own. Our family had come into its own.Ronan entered the room, his presence commanding as always, but there was a new softness in his gaze when it met min
I never thought this day would come—the day my life would finally end, and yet, it was the only way out. The cold metal door clanged behind me, and I felt my body collapse against the ice-cold concrete of the cell. Everything had led to this. Betrayal. Suffering. Endless years of watching everything that was meant for me slip through my fingers, until it was too late.David's words echoed in my mind as I lay there, bruised and broken, cold air biting at my skin. "You ruined everything," he’d said, his voice cold, devoid of the warmth I had once known. "You should have never come back."How could he say that to me? I, his wife—the woman who had fought to survive, to find my place in a world that never wanted me—had become the enemy. He held Kate in his arms, my fake sister, the woman who had taken everything from me, from the wealth that should have been mine to the love of my parents. Even my husband had chosen her.Tears stung my eyes, but they were no longer for him. I had shed them
I walked out of Ronan’s office that night with my mind in turmoil. The cold evening air whipped across my face, carrying the faint scent of rain and city streets. My hand instinctively moved to my stomach. My child. My reason for everything now.Could I trust him? A man like Ronan Darkwood, who radiated power and control, wasn’t someone you casually trusted. Yet, in his eyes, I saw something I hadn’t seen in years—certainty. He wasn’t going to break me. He saw me for who I could be, not who I was in my weakest moments.I flagged down a cab, giving the driver the address of a cheap motel on the outskirts of town. It wasn’t safe, but it was quiet, and I needed time to think. I couldn’t go back to the Scott mansion—not with David and Kate waiting like vultures, ready to pounce on the carcass of my already shattered life.The motel room was as dreary as I’d expected—peeling wallpaper, a bed that creaked under the lightest weight, and a single bulb that flickered ominously. But it didn’t m
The moment Ronan said I’d be moving into his estate, I felt the walls close in on me. I had agreed to trust him, to let him protect me, but this wasn’t what I had envisioned. Moving in? That sounded like surrender, like giving up the little control I had managed to scrape together.“No,” I said firmly, crossing my arms over my chest. “I’m not moving in with you.”Ronan raised an eyebrow, his expression a mixture of amusement and frustration. “This isn’t up for debate, Ashley. Staying in that motel is a risk you can’t afford.”“I can take care of myself,” I shot back, my voice shaking only slightly.He stepped closer, his towering frame making me feel small. “Can you? Because the last time I checked, your husband and that snake you call a sister left you for dead. Tell me, Ashley, do you really think they won’t try again?”His words hit me like a punch to the gut. As much as I hated to admit it, he was right. David and Kate wouldn’t stop until they destroyed me. Still, the idea of movi
The next morning began with a knock on my door. I was already awake, staring blankly out the window as the early sunlight spilled into the garden.“It’s me,” Ronan’s voice came from the other side.I hesitated before opening the door. His presence still unnerved me, but there was an undeniable pull that made it hard to stay distant.“Come in,” I said, stepping back.He entered, his expression serious. He was dressed casually today, in a fitted black shirt and dark jeans, but the weight of his authority clung to him like a second skin.“Are you ready to talk about what you know?” he asked without preamble.I swallowed hard, clutching the folder in my hands. “I’ve been thinking about it all night.”“Good. Sit.” He gestured to the small sitting area by the window.I sat down reluctantly, and he followed, his sharp eyes trained on me.“Start from the beginning,” he said.I hesitated, the memories rising like bile in my throat. “David… he wasn’t always this way. When we met, he was charmin
The sound of Ronan’s voice stayed with me as we prepared to leave the estate. His words, his warnings, were etched into my mind, but my determination outweighed my fear. This was my life now—my fight.We drove through the city under the cover of night, the tension inside the car thick enough to cut with a knife. Ronan sat beside me, his jaw clenched as he stared out the window, lost in thought. Matteo was driving, his sharp eyes scanning the streets for any signs of danger.“Are you sure about this?” Ronan asked, his voice low.I met his gaze, my hands tightening in my lap. “Yes. If this meeting involves David, I need to know.”Ronan didn’t respond, but the look in his eyes told me everything I needed to know. He wasn’t happy about my decision, but he respected it.The meeting was set to take place at an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city—a cliché location for a not-so-cliché confrontation. As the car pulled to a stop outside the looming building, my heart pounded in my
Years had passed since that quiet dinner where Ronan had raised his glass to our future. In those years, we had built an empire—not just one of power, but one of love, loyalty, and strength. Our family had grown, as had our bond, and the world had learned that nothing could break us.The estate had expanded, the grounds now a sprawling mix of gardens and strongholds, all protected by our loyal men and allies. But it wasn’t the buildings or the wealth that defined us—it was the legacy we had built together.I stood in the grand hallway of our home, the walls lined with portraits of our ancestors—both biological and chosen. My eyes traced the faces of those who had come before us, each one etched with stories of blood, power, and survival. The weight of history pressed against me, but I was no longer burdened by it. I had come into my own. Our family had come into its own.Ronan entered the room, his presence commanding as always, but there was a new softness in his gaze when it met min
The sun was beginning to set, casting a soft golden hue over the sprawling grounds of our estate. It had been a few weeks since the final battle, and life had taken on a new rhythm. There was a sense of normalcy now, one that felt almost foreign after everything we had been through.Ronan and I were walking side by side through the gardens, our hands casually intertwined. The fragrance of blooming roses and lavender filled the air, and the sound of our children’s laughter echoed in the distance. It was a peaceful moment—one I wasn’t sure I’d ever truly get used to."Are you still thinking about the future?" Ronan asked, breaking the silence between us. His voice was low and contemplative, and he didn’t need to elaborate. I knew exactly what he meant.I smiled softly, squeezing his hand. "I can’t help it. After everything, I want to make sure we don’t just survive but thrive. I want this to be something that lasts for our children, for our legacy."Ronan nodded, his gaze sweeping over
The morning light poured through the windows, warming the space where Ronan and I stood side by side, looking out over the city. The world outside seemed to be alive with possibility, and for the first time in a long time, I felt a peace settle over me. It wasn’t just the victory or the empire we’d rebuilt—it was the sense of purpose we now had. Together, we had created something that would endure, something that would leave its mark.Ronan's hand found mine, and I turned to meet his gaze. The intensity in his eyes was familiar, but today, there was something softer there. A sense of fulfillment, mixed with anticipation for what was to come."We’ve come a long way, Ashley," he murmured, his thumb tracing circles on the back of my hand. "But this is just the beginning."I nodded, feeling the weight of his words. Everything we had built, everything we had fought for, had led us to this moment. But Ronan was right. The future was just beginning to unfold before us."How does it feel?" I
The days that followed our victory were a whirlwind of decisions and rebuilding, but beneath the surface, something more profound was taking shape. Our victory had been hard-won, but the work ahead was just as important. It wasn’t just about reclaiming the empire; it was about shaping the future—a future that would be different from the one we had inherited.Ronan had always been a man of power, a man of action, but now I saw him in a new light. He was planning, not just for today but for a legacy. He wasn’t interested in the chaos anymore. He was driven by the desire to build something solid, something that would last beyond him. I admired him for that.We worked together, each day bringing new challenges and new triumphs. The mafia was still a dangerous game, but we played it smarter now, with purpose, and for the first time, we weren’t doing it alone. The men who had stood by Ronan through the worst of the war now stood beside us as we rebuilt our empire, ensuring that it would be
The dust settled in the aftermath of the battle, the echoes of gunfire now replaced by the heavy silence that hung in the air. The enemy leader lay motionless, their empire crumbled to pieces around them. The war that had defined so much of our lives was over. But I knew, deep down, this victory wasn’t just about winning a fight. It was about rebuilding everything we had lost—and everything we were going to build.Ronan stood beside me, his expression a mix of exhaustion and triumph, but there was something more in his eyes. A sense of finality. This chapter was closed, and yet the story was far from over."We did it," I whispered, the weight of the words settling in.Ronan didn’t speak right away. Instead, he reached for my hand, his grip firm and reassuring. "We’ve taken control. This is ours now."The men around us began to regroup, the chaos of the battle slowly turning into a quiet sense of victory. But there was no time for celebration—not yet. We still had work to do. The enemy
The tension in the air was palpable as Ronan and I gathered our forces, preparing for the last stage of this war. Every piece was in motion, each plan carefully laid out, each move calculated to give us the advantage. The enemy we were facing was unlike anything we’d ever encountered. They weren’t just another mafia family, a group of thugs after a piece of the pie. No, they were something more—a shadow organization that thrived in the darkness, pulling strings from behind the scenes.Ronan stood at the front of the room, his posture commanding, his expression unwavering. He was a man who had seen the depths of hell and still emerged stronger, and now, I could see the fire in his eyes, the kind of fire that burned with a single purpose: to protect everything he had built, and to destroy anyone who threatened it."We’ve tracked their movements," Ronan began, his voice steady, echoing off the walls. "We know where they’re hiding, where they’ve made their base. And we’re going to hit the
The hours bled together as we worked tirelessly, chasing down leads that only led to more dead ends. The enemy we were up against was cunning, their movements like ghosts, disappearing before we could get close enough to make a decisive strike. But Ronan wasn’t the type to back down from a challenge, and neither was I.We had retreated to the underground safe house that Ronan kept for situations like this—away from prying eyes, a place where we could strategize in peace. The men were working in small teams, compiling intel, tracking financial records, and anything that might give us a glimpse of who we were really up against.I sat at the large table, my mind spinning, trying to make sense of the scattered pieces. We had hit them hard, and taken out some key players, but whoever was behind this was always one step ahead. I couldn’t shake the feeling that they knew us better than we knew ourselves.Ronan stood by the window, watching the streets below, his face impassive but his postur
The aftermath of our strike left the air thick with a mix of triumph and unease. While we had taken out one of the Blackwoods’ key players, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was far from over. It was almost as if we had played into the hands of someone even more dangerous, someone lurking in the shadows, pulling strings we couldn’t yet see.Ronan’s car roared through the streets, the tires screeching as we navigated the winding roads toward our next destination. His jaw was clenched, his eyes narrowed with thought. He wasn’t letting the adrenaline of the victory cloud his judgment. We both knew that the enemy we were facing wasn’t one-dimensional—it was a web of lies, manipulation, and power that stretched far beyond the Blackwoods."Do you feel it?" I asked, breaking the silence in the car. My voice was quiet, but the tension between us was palpable.Ronan glanced at me, his expression hard. "Feel what?""The danger," I said, my heart pounding as I spoke the truth I had been avo
The city was silent, the streets bathed in an eerie stillness as the clock struck midnight. There was something about the night—the way the air felt thick with anticipation, the quiet hum of impending chaos—that made my skin crawl. I knew, deep down, that when we stepped into the lion’s den tonight, there was no going back.I stood next to Ronan in the back of the car, my hand tightly gripping the armrest as we sped through the darkened streets. The weight of the mission hung heavy in the air, but there was a quiet assurance in Ronan's gaze that calmed the storm inside me, if only for a moment."Ready?" he asked, his voice low but steady, like the calm before a violent storm.I nodded, even as my heart pounded in my chest. "Always."The night felt like a breath held too long like everything was on the edge of exploding, waiting for that first spark to set the fire alight. As we approached the first target, a luxurious mansion just on the outskirts of the city, I could feel the tension