"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 MoreLilah's POV : The dress Ivan picked for me was both a masterpiece and a weapon. Crimson satin clung to my body like a second skin, the neckline plunging scandalously low, exposing far more than I was comfortable with. The slit that ran up my thigh was equally indecent, every step threatening to reveal more. My hair had been styled into soft waves cascading over my shoulders, and diamonds sparkled at my neck and ears, catching the faint light of the hallway.When I stepped into view, Ivan’s gaze found me immediately. His expression remained unreadable at first, but as his eyes traveled from my face to my hips, something flickered—a hunger he tried to suppress. His jaw tightened, and his lips pressed into a thin line.“You look adequate,” he said, his voice low, as though the words were forced.“Coming from you, I’ll take that as a glowing compliment,” I shot back, my heels clicking sharply against the marble floor.Ivan was dressed to kill—literally and figuratively. His tailored blac
Ivan's POV :The night is thick with silence, save for the faint hum of the air conditioning. The room is dimly lit, bathed in a warm, golden glow from the bedside lamp. I sit on the edge of the bed, elbows resting on my knees, staring at the floor. Lilah is across the room, leaning against the door, her arms folded, her lips pressed in a thin line.She’s wearing that defiant look again—the one that simultaneously infuriates me and makes me want to crush it under my touch. Her oversized sweater, barely covering her thighs, clings to her frame in all the wrong ways, or maybe all the right ones. She’s beautiful, but not in the polished, deliberate way most women in my orbit are. She’s raw, unrefined, maddeningly real. It’s that realness that disturbs me the most.“You don’t trust me,” she says suddenly, her voice soft but cutting through the quiet like a blade.I glance up at her, my jaw tightening. “Trust is earned, not given freely.”Her eyes narrow, and she pushes off the door, stepp
Ivan’s POV :The mansion falls eerily silent as the moon climbs higher into the ink-black sky. I lean against the polished mahogany railing of the balcony, staring at the shimmering pool below. My thoughts are scattered, my focus fractured. The weight of my decisions presses heavily on my chest, yet my mind keeps circling back to her—Lilah Daniels.That insolent little spitfire has been a thorn in my side since the day I dragged her into my world. She shouldn’t matter, shouldn’t occupy space in my thoughts. And yet, she does. Her fiery defiance, her sharp tongue, her infuriating audacity—it’s a drug I can’t seem to resist.I clench my jaw, willing myself to stop thinking about her. But then the faint creak of a door catches my attention. My gaze snaps to the bedroom behind me, where Lilah stands at the threshold, bathed in the silver glow of moonlight. Her hair is loose, tumbling in soft waves around her face, and she’s dressed in an oversized shirt that barely grazes her thighs. One
Lilah's POV :The room is suffocatingly silent, save for the distant ticking of a clock on the wall. Ivan’s gaze is fixed on me, cold and unwavering, like a predator studying its prey. The air between us feels electric, crackling with an intensity that makes the fine hairs on my arms stand on end. I take a step back, instinctively, but my legs bump into the edge of the heavy wooden desk behind me, stopping my retreat.“You’ve been pushing your limits, Lilah,” he says, his voice low and dangerous. His accent wraps around my name like a velvet glove over an iron fist, and it sends an involuntary shiver down my spine.I glare at him, trying to summon every ounce of defiance I have left. “You don’t scare me, Ivan.”His lips twitch into a smirk, one that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “No?” he murmurs, closing the distance between us with slow, deliberate steps. “Then why do you look like a frightened little mouse cornered by a cat?”I hate the way my body reacts to him, my heart hammering
Lilah's POV :I haven’t seen Ivan in a week. The air in the mansion feels different without him—lighter, but also strangely oppressive. It’s as if his absence leaves a vacuum that’s too vast to ignore. The maids whisper in clusters, their voices low, but not low enough to escape my ears.“He’s on a business trip,” one says, her hands busy polishing silverware.“Egypt, I heard,” another chimes in. “For a whole week.”“At least we can relax a bit this week,” the first replies, though her tone suggests anything but pity.My fingers tighten around the coffee cup I’m holding. A week. That’s all I have. Ivan’s absence is rare, and even though the thought of digging into his world terrifies me, it’s the only chance I’ll get.Later that evening, I shared the plan with Lucy in hushed whispers.“This is it, Lilah,” she says, gripping my arm. “If we’re ever going to find something, it’s now. Break into his office.”“I know,” I whisper back. “But listen—you’ll stand outside. If you see anyone com
♪♪ We Found Love - Rihanna✿Lilah's POV :I roll over in the empty bed. Midnight ticks by, but Ivan still isn’t back. Lately, he's been returning early, yet after our encounter today, he's nowhere to be seen. The silence in his absence feels thicker than usual, oppressive even.I don’t know why, but the sting of rejection sits heavy in my chest, a feeling I hate to admit. I thought he might give in this time—thought I’d get under his skin. But it’s Ivan Volkov. He’d never give in.I shift onto my stomach, staring up at the starry sky through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Sleep is the last thing I can do right now. Frustration tightens around me like a vice. I need to get out of this bed, out of my head. With a sigh, I toss the covers back and head downstairs. My mind’s been spinning around Ivan all day, and I can’t shake the tension crawling over my skin.Lucy asked earlier what was wrong. I told her everything. She’s as confused as I am. Why the hell am I feeling this for my enemy?
♪♪ Criminal - Britney Spears ✿Ivan's POV :The sun beats down, shimmering against the crystal-blue water of the pool as I sit in my chair, soaking in the calm of the moment. The air around us is light, with just the right warmth. A perfect day to discuss business. My men gather around me, each with their own purpose.“The lieutenant of the Russian army, Dimitri Makhanova, wants a private meeting with you, boss. Says it’s about the missiles and weapons,” Andrey, my trusted left-hand man, informs me.A slow smirk stretches across my lips. “Set it up. I knew the Russians would turn to us. They know there’s no one else who can deliver weapons on the terms they need—illegally.” My voice carries that unmistakable satisfaction that comes with power.Damien, always the cautious one, shifts in his seat. “But what if they try to take us out later? Use us for now, then bury us?”I wave him off. “They won't. We're their only option. No one else will deal with the kind of firepower they need, an
♪♪ My Heart Want What It Wants - Selena Gomez ✿Lilah's POV :The next morning, I wake up alone. The bed beside me is cold, empty, and Ivan is already gone. No surprise there. The man seems to vanish with the dawn, leaving behind nothing but his presence still lingering in the air.After a dull breakfast, Lucy and I make our way up to the rooftop. It's one of the few places in this house that's free from guards or prying eyes. Downstairs is crawling with maids and muscle-bound henchmen, all of them loyal to Ivan and ready to report our every move. Up here, though, it’s just the open sky, the wind, and us. A perfect spot for some scheming.“So, what’s your plan?” Lucy asks, her voice edged with uncertainty. Her eyes dart around as if expecting someone to pop up from behind a chimney or balcony.I take a slow breath, letting the smirk play on my lips before turning to her. “Seducing Ivan.”Lucy nearly chokes. “What?” she blurts, her eyes going wide with shock.“Yes, you heard me. Since
♪♪ Who Says- Selena Gomez✿Lilah's POV :The next morning, I wake to the unsettling warmth of Ivan’s body still wrapped around mine. His arm is slung over my waist, heavy, like a reminder that my freedom doesn’t exist in this mansion. I bite back the urge to push him away. There’s no telling how he’ll react, and I can’t afford to provoke him—not yet.I carefully slide out from under his arm, my movements slow and deliberate. Ivan doesn’t stir. His breathing remains deep and steady. I silently curse how peaceful he looks in sleep, as if he’s not the monster who’s been holding me captive. I stand up and stare at him for a moment, considering my next move.His phone sits on the nightstand, just inches away from his hand. My fingers twitch. If I could get my hands on that phone, maybe I could—“What are you thinking, little vixen?” Ivan’s voice breaks the silence like a whip, low and menacing. He doesn’t open his eyes, but there’s a deadly edge to his tone.I freeze, caught in the act of
♪♪ Lily - Alan Walker, K-391, Emelie Hollow ✿✿✿ Los Angeles, USA, 2019 NIGHTS are so peaceful but mysterious. People take the opportunity of killing, kidnapping, smuggling and doing so many illegal things at night because it's not tumultuous at all. Also people throw most of the parties and peaceful events at night. Every night holds a mystery because of its darkness and opaqueness. I love nights for its mysterious but so clam ambience. No tumultus, no noise, no yelling, no beating and no fear. It's just so tranquil. But when sudden stormy wind starts blowing and dark blue sky turns dark grey, the night never stays calm. It becomes dangerous and more subtle. I love it more because it's just like my life. I was staring at the unremitting elaspe of the dark clouds and the scratches made by the lightning on the thorax of the sky. There's a storm coming in the city. Thinking of a storm, my bedroom door bursts open like the storm hits directly on it. "Robbie!
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