LOGIN"Devils don't love, baby. They ruin." He rasps beside my ear, trailing his long fingers between my bare cleavage. Something like fire flickered in his emerald green eyes but it disappeared as it came. "Luckily, we're on the same page, Volkov. I'll ruin you and vanish your empire from this universe." I challenge, tangling his fingers with mine and dropping them from the forbidden area. His cold eyes darkened but his soft pink lips twisted with a small smirk. "I would love to see you try." ❥❥❥❥ The disappearance of Lilah Daniels' brother Robert Daniels was nothing but a mystery to everyone. She was a fifteen-year-old girl when it all happened. The only thing she knew, her brother was involved in some kind of illegal business. Robert was the only person who was there for her when their addict parents used to come back home drunk and beat the shit out of her. Even they forced Robert to be involved in such kind of bad business, only for money. Lilah promised herself to find out her beloved brother as she started collecting information. It took five years for her to reach the person only who knew where her brother was. But he was no ordinary gang leader or don. He was hundreds of boss' boss, the greatest Russian mafia king Ivan Volkov, known as the devil to the underworld. Nobody has seen him except for a few mafia bosses. He was a pure evil soul with a creativity of manipulating and killing his enemies in one blink. But she didn't care. She did her best to reach the devil and finally succeeded. But what happened when two dangerous souls met? How would they avoid the dark forbidden desires ignited inside them? (THIS IS A DARK ROMANCE BOOK! )
View MoreChapter Thirty-Nine: The Woman at the Lake Emma Volkov We didn't speak until the trees swallowed Ark completely. The facility disappeared behind us. No alarms followed. No vehicles. No shouting. Nothing. That frightened me more than pursuit would have. Lucas walked beside me, scanning the forest. Viktor remained several steps behind. My father was breathing heavily. The message was still open on my phone. Your mother is waiting for you. I stared at it again. “No signal,” Lucas said. “I know.” “Then how did you receive it?” “I don't know.” My father looked at the screen. “Delete it.” I looked at him. “Why?” “Because whoever sent it knows where you are.” Lucas shook his head. “That's not enough.” My father looked at him. “What?” “If they know where we are, they already know the phone received the message.” He turned toward the road. “Which means deleting it changes nothing.” Viktor finally spoke. “Unless the message itself is the trap.” I looked at him.
Chapter Thirty-Eight: Welcome Home Emma Volkov “Welcome home, Emma.” The voice came from inside the room. Not from the speakers. Not from the corridor. Inside. I froze. Lucas moved immediately, placing himself between me and the doorway. My father whispered my name. Viktor reached for the flashlight at his belt. I stopped him. “Don't.” He looked at me. “Why?” “Because whoever is in there wants us to react.” The silence that followed felt deliberate. Then the emergency lights returned. The room was empty. The chair sat beneath the lamp. The desk remained untouched. No person. No hidden movement. Only the photograph. And my mother's note. If you're reading this, he's already won. Don't trust your father. I walked toward the glass. My father remained behind me. “Emma.” I didn't look at him. “Don't.” He stopped. I opened the door. The room smelled faintly of paper and dust. Nothing else. Lucas entered behind me. Viktor followed. My father stayed at th
Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Original Lie Emma Volkov The door opened somewhere beneath us. We heard it. A deep mechanical release. Then the sound of something heavy moving across rails. No one spoke. My father was staring into the darkness. Lucas stood beside me. Viktor had gone completely still. I looked at my father. “You said you disappeared because you discovered who created Ark.” “Yes.” “Who?” He didn't answer. “Dad.” His expression changed at the word. It was the first time I had called him that since seeing him again. Not Professor Volkov. Not Aleksandr. Dad. Something broke across his face. Regret. Then fear. “Come with me.” He walked toward the newly opened door. I followed. Lucas followed me. Viktor came last. The staircase descended farther than the previous levels. Much farther. The air became colder. The walls changed from concrete to exposed stone. This part hadn't been renovated. It felt older than Ark itself. My father kept one hand aga
Chapter Thirty-Six: The Cost of Trust Emma Volkov CHOOSE WHO YOU TRUST. The sentence remained on the screen. No timer. No instructions. No explanation. That somehow made it worse. Lucas was the first to speak. “It's manipulating us.” My father shook his head. “Not exactly.” Lucas looked at him. “Then explain it.” “The system has no reason to care who we trust.” “Then why give us the choice?” My father looked toward the four sealed doors. “Because it wants to observe the consequences.” Viktor gave a quiet laugh. “You're still pretending it's an observer.” My father turned. “And you're still pretending it isn't.” Viktor stepped closer. “It learned from us.” “Yes.” “It adapted around us.” “Yes.” “It now predicts our reactions.” “Yes.” Viktor's voice hardened. “Then it's no longer observing.” My father didn't answer. I looked at the screen. “Maybe that's the point.” Both men turned toward me. I continued. “Maybe it doesn't care who we trust.” Lucas fro
Chapter Twenty: The Weight of YesEmma VolkovPower announces itself long before it settles.I felt it the morning after the engagement talks went public—not in the calls or the messages or the sudden politeness of men who had once dismissed me, but in the way silence shifted around me. People wait
Chapter Eighteen: A Question Sharper Than a BladeEmma VolkovMarriage, I learned, is a word that sounds different in rooms where men decide wars.It isn’t romantic there. It isn’t soft. It’s strategic, sharpened, measured by what it costs and what it secures. I’d heard it all my life spoken like a
Chapter Twenty-One: The Shape of a CrownEmma VolkovEngagement didn’t feel like celebration.It felt like architecture.Everything rearranged itself around a future that had not yet arrived, beams sliding into place with a quiet inevitability. Invitations weren’t sent so much as anticipated. Secur
Chapter Eighteen: A Question Sharper Than a BladeEmma VolkovMarriage, I learned, is a word that sounds different in rooms where men decide wars.It isn’t romantic there. It isn’t soft. It’s strategic, sharpened, measured by what it costs and what it secures. I’d heard it all my life spoken like a






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