The first time in a long while Adira decides to enjoy herself, it ends in utter chaos—a nightclub drenched in mayhem and blood, and her perched awkwardly on the lap of a dangerously handsome stranger who radiates trouble. Their rude encounter sets the stage for something far more sinister. Now, thrust into a twisted partnership with the enigmatic Andronikos Karas, she must navigate a web of crime, power plays, and the unbearable tension that crackles between them. Will Adira surrender to the magnetic pull of her heart, or will she hold firm and reject the temptation threatening to consume her? It wasn’t supposed to go this way. Andronikos had a plan: steal the girl, use her to destroy her father, take Abara Inc., and finally settle the score for the pain her family inflicted on his years ago. Revenge, cold and calculated, was all he ever wanted. Holding her was meant to be nothing more than a step in his elaborate game. But as days turned to weeks, and his connection to Adira deepened, the fire inside him began to smolder. It was subtle at first, a flicker of something he couldn’t name. Over time, it grew—a primal yearning that both thrilled and terrified him. Andronikos has always been relentless in pursuing what he wants, and now, more than revenge, it’s Adira he craves. But vengeance and desire make for a dangerous combination, and as the lines blur, one thing becomes clear: he’ll stop at nothing to claim both his justice and the woman who’s become the center of his world.
View More“Are you absolutely sure you want to spend your vacation in Greece?” my mother asked, her brow furrowed in concentration as she took her time, folding one of my blouses and placing it into the open suitcase.
“Yes, Mama.” I replied without looking up, focusing on carefully tucking a bag of my absolute favorite snack—Flamin’ Hot Lays—into my carry-on. “Mykonos is quiet. Peaceful. And after the stress I’ve faced with Baba for the last two years, peace is what I need right now.”
My headache made an unwelcome appearance at the mere thought of last night’s argument with my father. Eight years shadowing him, two years as COO, and yet he acted like taking a vacation was a betrayal. My father treated ambition like a battlefield, and I was his faithful soldier, expected to march without rest.
Mama sighed, pulling me out of my thoughts, “I just think Greece is too far away. Why not go to Canada instead? I looked it up, and there’s a fantastic gyros spot in Toronto.”
“Gyros?” I asked, trying to hold back my laughter. “Mama, the gyros in Mykonos will blow Canada’s out of the water. Trust me.”
She ignored my comment, turning her worried gaze to the bag of Lays in my hands. “Do you really need to take those?” she asked. “You’ll ruin your stomach, agapoula.”
I smirked. “It’s just a little spice Mama. I need it to keep up my tan you know.” I slipped the bag into my carry-on triumphantly, ignoring the look she gave me at that statement.
I mean, where’s the lie?
She shook her head at me, though a small smile tugged at her lips. “Just be careful Adira. Don’t want you getting hurt—or winding up with food poisoning because of those chips.”
I held back a groan, placing my carry-on beside the bed. She meant well, but her logic at times was maddening. I knew she wasn’t that concerned about the chips but more so of me leaving as she always has. For the past five years.
“Mama,” I said, turning to look at her. I took a while to study my mother. We looked nothing alike except for the delicate facial features I got from her. With soft brown hair that framed her angelic face and green eyes that are currently shimmering with worry, my mother’s timeless beauty always managed to disarm me.
Taking her delicate hand in mine, I squeezed it gently for comfort. “You don’t need to worry. I’ve travelled solo for the past five years and I’m still here—alive and well. Halárose, Mama. I’ll be fine.”
(Relax.)
Her eyes glistened with unshed tears and I began to panic.
“Oh no. Please don’t cry,” I pleaded, already bracing myself. “You’re acting like I’ll wind up… I don’t know… dead with a blood-stained note in front of the house.”
Bad move, I thought as her sniffles turned into a sob. I should know by now to keep my morbid thoughts where they belong: in my head, and not out of my mouth.
“Okay, not dead,” I backtracked quickly. “Maybe just… hairless?”
Strike two. Her tears escalated. I seem to have forgotten how much Mama loves my curls.
Deciding to keep shut, I sighed and pulled my mother into a hug. She relaxed slightly in my arms, though her sobs continued for a while before she quieted, lifting her head to meet my wary gaze.
“One day, that mouth of yours will land you in serious trouble,” she warned, dabbing her nose with a silk handkerchief.
I rolled my eyes at that. “Well, it’s the same mouth that’s kept the company in the top Fortune 500 list,” I quipped, earning a playful slap on my arm.
“Ouch!” I protested, feigning pain.
“That’s what you get for not behaving like a proper lady,” she teased, a faint smile breaking through her worry.
As she turned to leave, she paused by the door. “Please, just be careful,” she said softly. “And smile more, dear. You don’t want wrinkles like mine.”
I laughed as she left, shaking my head. If that’s what I’d look like with wrinkles, I had no complaints.
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The New York airport was abuzz with life, a continuous movement of travelers in and out of the terminals. Beside me stood my father, his formidable frame a symbol of authority. Standing at six feet tall, with arresting coffee brown eyes and a bald head that gleamed under the airport lights, Baba had a presence that demanded respect and as a first-generation African American man that had seen more discrimination in the business world than anyone ought to, he wore his hard-won success like a badge of honor.
“Did you really need to take a commercial flight? The jet was readily available for your use, Adira!” he asked without looking at me, arms crossed in disapproval. Baba’s deed voice carried the authority that had shot him to success all those years ago.
“Yes. Baba.” I said, turning to meet his stern gaze head on. “It’s first class by the way. Hardly a cattle car.”
His silence lingered for a tense moment before he finally relented, nodding tersely.
“Just be safe,” he said, his voice a few decibels softer now. I know my parents cared for me a lot, but at this point, they were beginning to worry me. Was there something I needed to watch out for? Deciding to ignore that thought, I looked at my father fully and for a moment, the unshakeable titan of industry looked vulnerable. Baba was tired.
“I will, Baba.” I promised, my tone milder. “I’ll call you and Mama as soon as I land in Greece.”
His expression melted further at that as he opened his arms wide. “Come here, little warrior.”
The fond nickname softened my resolve. Baba had called me that ever since I threw a rock at a little boy for bullying another kid in kindergarten. I probably shouldn’t have done that, but a head wound wasn’t as bad as the mental trauma the other kid would have to go through. Stepping into his warm embrace, I inhaled the familiar scent of his cologne, engraving it in my senses. Baba didn’t usually do affectionate things like hugging, but when we did, I always cherished it like it was the last time.
“This is the final boarding call for Destination: Athens,” the announcement echoed clearly through the speakers.
“You wouldn’t have to be listening to that or rushing if you’d just taken the jet,” he muttered, always needing the last word. As if I needed more proof as to where I got my sassiness from, I thought amusedly.
Laughing at his annoyance, I stepped back and grabbed my luggage. “Goodbye, Baba,” I said, giving him a playful salute as I headed for the gate.
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As I settled into my first-class seat, my ticket weirdly in my hand, I inhaled deeply, letting the drone of the plane’s engines lull me. Our home at Mykonos awaited, and with it, the assurance of tranquility—I hoped. As I leaned back into my seat, I opened the bag of Flamin’ Hot Lays I’d smuggled into my snack carry-on despite Mama’s protests. The first fiery tang of the chip made me smile so wide, I was sure the man next to me thought I was a lunatic or something. I guess some habits, no matter how hedonistic, were worth my rebellion.
As the aircraft lifted off, I popped a few anxiety pills into my mouth. They’d probably make me nauseous for a while, but anything was better than risking a full-on breakout mid-flight. It wasn’t that I had panic attacks regularly on planes—it rarely happened— but better safe than sorry, I guess. As the drugs began to work their way through my system, I closed my eyes and allowed myself to dream. Going to Greece wasn’t just a means of escape for me; it was an opportunity to rediscover myself outside the borders of my family’s heritage. I’d spent my lifetime proving my caliber to Baba, but Mykonos was a needed retreat for me. No boardrooms, no spreadsheets— just the sea, the sun, and the freedom to breathe without the weight of responsibility I’d carried for so long weighing on me. I’ve left that all behind at the gate, and as I finally drifted off to sleep, I whispered a silent prayer: let this journey be the start of something new.
I should have known by now to be more specific with my prayers.
When Iason and I got back, one of the headguards called to inform me about custom issues. I assumed it was just a matter of slipping some money into their hands and having the problem disappear, but that wasn’t the case.They were adamant that the cars wouldn’t be released until they were thoroughly checked—an issue I really didn’t have the patience to fucking deal with right now.Adira and I finally arrived at the port, and as I had been since we got into the car, I continued to ignore her—just as it always should have been.I seemed to have forgotten that she was the enemy. That she probably knew about the vault all along and had been secretly laughing at my ignorance. Not again. I’d do well to keep my promise to protect her, but nothing more.First, we had to settle this nuisance of an issue, and then I will start looking into the vault my uncle mentioned. He was an enigma, but when he was lucid, he was never wrong.At the dock, I spotted Iason talking to one of the officers—the he
As Baba had benevolently given me back my position, I was at the firm today still trying to investigate this debilitating fraud issue the company was currently facing. Despite our relentless efforts, we still hadn’t managed to track down the perpetrator. However, one silver lining was that since we had been closely monitoring the financial records, there have been no obvious traces of embezzlement.And it better remain that way.While I was still poring over the account books on my desktop, a sharp knock on my office door pulled me out of my thoughts. I immediately assumed it was Thea. I had sent her to fetch me a cup of coffee a while ago.“Come in, Thea,” I called out absentmindedly, my eyes still skimming through the endless rows of numbers on my screen.But instead of Thea, an entirely different person stepped into the room.Andronikos.I hadn’t seen him in two days.The moment I registered his presence, I instinctively stood from my chair, my body moving before my mind could full
ADIRAWhen I arrived at the firm, I half-expected to see a lot of changes, especially since Dean had been made the COO. But weirdly enough, everything still looked the same.Kace and I stepped into the elevator that will take us to Baba’s office. As we rode up, I turned to him and said, “Just stay outside the room, please. I know you were ordered to protect me, but I don’t want my father more worked up than he already is.”I didn’t get a response from him right away. There was a brief silence before he finally spoke.“As much as my will to obey your command as the boss’s lady is there, Adira, my will to Nónos is stronger. So, no—I’ll be going with you. Your father will just have to deal with it.”I swallowed, already dreading the confrontation that was about to unfold in his office.Once we were granted entry, Kace and I strode into his office. Baba stood in front of his book shelf, reading a book in his hand. He turned toward us the moment we arrived.“And that is?” He gestured towar
I was finally going to see Mama today. I doubted Baba had been telling her everything happening back at home, and for good reason too. Mama needed to be away from stress as much as possible, but still, I believed she need to know.I picked up the note Andronikos left me, blushing as I looked at it.At least this time, you saw the note.After taking a well-needed shower following yesterday’s crying marathon, I felt refreshed and ready to take on the day. As I was heading to my dresser, I got a text from Pen.PEN❣️‼️🙈: Hi, dear cousin of mine.Me: What do you want?PEN❣️‼️🙈: So, it’s a crime for your cousin to check up on you now?Yup. She definitely wanted something.I dropped the phone on the bedside table and went ahead to look for what to wear. A difficult task considering that all I’m seeing in this walk-in closet are just colors upon colors.My goodness! When did this man get me all these?I was still in the process of choosing an outfit when my phone started ringing. The loud t
Contrary to what Adira thought, I wasn’t actually going to do anything to her father.But her cousin, Dean?Yeah, he was definitely going to be harmed.I knew that slimy bastard had a hand in the fraud at her company, but whoever he was working with—or for—had to be powerful, because nothing traced back to him.It didn’t make sense that I was willing to help Adira’s family when they had a hand in destroying mine, but it seemed even I don’t know the lengths I’d go for her.“I’m not going to do anything to your father, flogítsa mou,” I said, dropping the phone on the other side of the bed and pulling her onto my lap. “Okay? The only person something will be happening to is that cousin of yours. I’ll just a break a few bones of his for good measure.” I finished with a nonchalant shrug.She blinked.“Some bones?! That’s all you can manage?”Huh? Is she angry or pleased? I usually can’t tell with her. Women.“Umm… yes?” I replied hesitantly. As much as I am in control when it comes to her,
I lay on my bed, surrounded by used tissues, a pint of Ben & Jerry’s Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough—my favorite—and my iPad which was currently playing How to get away with murder.Yes. I was feeling particularly murderous today.How could baba do this to me? Why? After everything I had put into that company? After sacrificing my life?He says it’s because I let a criminal into his company. But is he even aware that said criminal was five minutes away from blowing his and Mama’s head off if I hadn’t cooperated?Endless nights of insomnia. Waking up to the sound of gunshots ringing in my mind, convinced that my parents and close family members had been taken away from me. And for what? To be called ungrateful?I just couldn’t deal anymore. Honestly, I just wanted to melt into this bed and remain here for the rest of my miserable life.I was currently on Season 1, Episode 9—watching the gruesome murder and body disposal of Sam—when a soft knock echoed through my room.“Go away,” I called o
“What the fuck, Andronikos?” Iason stormed in after me, slamming the door to my office shut behind him. His face was twisted in a mix of disbelief and frustration. “You didn’t think it important to tell me—your second-in-command—about a person as pivotal as a Yakuza princess?”“Onna Oyabun,” I corrected, settling into the leather chair behind my mahogany desk.“What?” he asked, more confusion flashing across his face.“She’s no longer a Yakuza princess. She’s the lady boss, which means she holds more power than a princess ever would.”“And that helps us… how?”I shrugged, letting the weight of his question hang between us.Iason pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering something in Greek about women and danger.“Nónos, I don’t know if you’ve forgotten, but the Yakuza known for their trustworthiness in our world. Their alliances are built on profit, not loyalty. And second, they’re literal rats in our line of business.”“Enough Iason,” I barked, my voice sharp enough to slice through
Walking briskly to my office door, the CFO followed closely behind me. “Good morning, ma’am,” he greeted.“Morning,” I replied absentmindedly as I pushed open the door and made my way toward my seat.“What’s the update?” I asked, settling in.He shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, a nervous tic of his that I’d noticed before. But today, I had no patience for hesitation. Time was slipping through my fingers and I needed answers.“Now, please. I don't have time for this,” I pressed.He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “There’s no lead.”“What?” My voice came out sharper than I intended. I must have misheard him.“All the leads trace back to no one, ma’am. The offshore accounts, irregular withdrawals—everything. It's like a ghost defrauded the company. There are no footprints, digital or whatsoever.” My fingers curled into fists so tightly that my nails bit into my palm. “So what? We don't have hackers anymore?” “I’ve reached out to all the ones in my network. No results.” “
I had come to the realization that I couldn't do this alone, so I called on the assistance of an old friend. We hadn't spoken since our fathers had tried to indoctrinate us into our dark world-a lifetime ago-but hopefully, there's no bad blood between us.Yuna Komori.That was her name the last time we met. As the only child of the Kumicho, the head of the Yakuza, she was set to inherit the crime syndicate-something her people resented.But now, she goes by the name Shizugai.A moniker earned through sheer ruthlessness. The silent killer. She leaves only corpses in her wake after dealing with her victims.My men stood behind me, armed to the teeth, their hands resting on their holsters, eyes scanning for the first signs of trouble. The gated loomed before us, a towering emblem of power, emblazoned with the insignia of a wyrm devouring a dragon-her mark.Moments later, the gates creaked opened.A group of guards stepped forward, weapons drawn, their gazes cold and unyielding."What's y
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