Hi loves! So, we’ve officially said goodbye to Nikolai and Enora’s story! (≧▽≦) But don’t be sad because, trust me, the best is yet to come. The next part is even more exciting, and I can’t wait to take you on the ride! Pretty please, let me know your thoughts on this book—I’d absolutely love to hear what you think! Your support means everything to me. 💕
Blurb:What would you do if the man who ruined you came back for more?Lyra built a quiet life far from the chaos of the Bratva and the man who once set her soul on fire. But now, she’s his again—bound by a marriage as ruthless as the man himself.The man she once loved is now her husband—a darker, more dangerous version of the one she swore to forget.His presence consumes her, his touch ignites a forbidden heat she’s desperate to resist. But desire is a traitor, and every glance, every word, every brush of his skin reminds her of the nights she swore to forget.He doesn’t just want her obedience—he wants her soul. And he’ll stop at nothing to have it.But Lyra isn’t the naive woman he left behind. She’s hiding a secret—a devastating truth that could strip him of the control he craves.Because in this game of power and desire, the Bratva king may think he’s winning.But he has no idea what he’s up against.***Prologue LyraThe smell of grilled steak and fresh lobster filled my sen
Hey, my loves!I know I’ve been a little MIA, but I’ve been caught up with some mandatory tests. The good news? Things are finally settling down! Oh, and I just realized I hadn’t added the blurb for Book Two—oops! I’ve already edited it, but it’s still waiting for approval, so hopefully, it won’t take much longer.I truly hope you’re enjoying the series as much as I am because this journey has been incredible! If you’re loving the story, don’t forget to like, comment, and drop some gems—it really helps and means so much to me! Plus, I’d love to hear your thoughts!I’ll be back in full swing soon, so stay tuned! Sending big hugs and lots of love your way!xoxo, Angelina
LyraMy hands trembled as I stepped into the kitchen while the chef prepared lunch, and my dad sat in his usual chair with a crystal glass in his hands. He looked through the paper—an old habit of his despite having a smartphone. He always said he preferred it that way.It had been several weeks since I last saw Valentin in the city. It had been even longer since I had my last period. The test I took in my ensuite bathroom confirmed my suspicions. It remained on the counter, where I had placed it the moment my whole world seemed to tremble from beneath my feet.While I had no doubt it was Valentin’s, I wanted nothing to do with him after what had happened between us. My only hope remained in my father.I felt myself flush more with every step toward my dad. His eyes met mine once he noticed me, and a bright smile moved across his face.“Ah, my darling Lyra,” he began, flipping through the paper. “The apple of my eye and my most treasured pearl. You are right on time for lunch. Come, t
ValentinThree years later.The feeling of silk sheets and warm, naked bodies surrounded me in my king-sized bed. Sucking in a deep breath, I noticed the blinding light that poured in through the wall-to-wall windows, silently cursing that design choice.But the fog in my head and the ache that pulsed against every limb were the worst parts of all.Groaning to myself, I rubbed my eyes and tried to push through the grogginess of my hangover.Bits and pieces from the night before came crashing back, sending me reeling even more.The booze, the music, and all the women I could ever want. Two of said women were still wrapped up in my sheets, fast asleep in their makeup and hair. It wasn’t any different from my usual nights, but it had certainly been memorable.The club never disappointed, even if I had been itching to get back home with the redhead and brunette at some point to see what they were made of.Reaching for my phone, I felt as one of the girls stirred but remained asleep.Imme
LyraWarm rays of light poured in from the trailer windows while pancakes bubbled on the small cooktop, sending a comforting smell throughout our small home.“Look this way,” I murmured to Charlie as I held him on the tiny vanity in the bathroom, small feet balancing on the porcelain. He found his reflection in the mirror, smiling as I ran a comb through his light hair.While I saw mostly me in his features, those blue eyes gave away who his father was. There was no way for me to escape that reality, no matter how hard I tried to push it aside.Once his hair was brushed and he was dressed, I returned his happy grin, pressing my finger to his nose playfully before I helped him down.Charlie ran through the trailer to the fold-out table on his clumsy legs, finding his place without needing my assistance.The boy was the light of my life, even if he could be a troublemaker at times. We had our difficult days, but I wouldn’t change anything if I had the chance to.Before long, the blueber
LyraThe sun was still shining when the two of us arrived at the children’s park back home, and we were the only ones there. Charlie ran around in the sand and played on the equipment that was accessible to him while I watched from a nearby bench.I was lucky to have a job that wasn’t so demanding, able to spend more time with my boy. Going to the park was one of his favorite things, and I didn’t mind sitting in the sun while he got the rest of his energy out.It was a perfect day, yet there was something that didn’t feel right—like a nagging gut feeling I couldn’t place.Shaking it off, I watched Charlie run around, laughing and playing by himself.“Mind if I sit here?”The voice tore me from my thoughts, startling me. From beside me, a young man gazed down at me with a smile, hands in the pockets of his dark-washed jeans.It was sudden and strange, but he didn’t look too menacing. He didn’t have any kids with him, but the trailer park was full of friendly faces. It wasn’t out of the
ValentinThe casino turned out to be a roaring success, and Nikolai had been pleased with my effort. Everything looked as it should be, and that was a reason to celebrate.I had been only grins and smiles since the clientele began rolling in, along with the cash. At last, I was able to party as I pleased without being called out by my brothers since it was well-earned. The casino was a cash cow, and it meant I had the others off my back.With a shot of whiskey in hand and two beautiful women on either arm, I sat with some buddies in the private lounge while we talked and laughed, all intoxicated by then.The private room had been a rather genius touch on my end. It was similar to a box that overlooked the main floor, yet it was closed in by glass windows so nothing could be heard from down below. Even better, it was tinted, so nobody was even aware we were up there at all.My phone vibrated from inside my pocket, and I slipped it out, pressing the accept button. I motioned for the pr
Valentin “You better,” he retorted, eyes still flaming with anger. “Or else I’ll find someone more suited to run the casino.”My throat squeezed at the threat, and more irritation flooded my system. But I agreed with a nod anyway.At last, seemingly out of things to say, Nikolai turned his back to me. “Find that money and send me any reports you find. This meeting is over.”Without another word, he stalked toward the door with Roman in tow, and the two of them disappeared. Dimitri hung back with his arms crossed over his chest, just as menacing-looking as usual.I was left to pick up the pieces, wondering just how bad the situation truly was. Without a clue of how to get started, I had no idea if it was a once-off hit or if there was a new player in New York prepared to step up to us.Trying to collect myself, I brushed it all off and went to the elevator sometime after. Dimitri followed like a guard dog posted by Nikolai, and we went back down.Even if things were in shambles behind
Lyra The house they brought me to was a different one I hadn’t seen before.It was in an ideal neighborhood with neatly manicured lawns, pools in every backyard, and serenely quiet. The house was even more exquisite, with lavish furnishings and the most expensive décor I think I had ever seen.As we walked through the halls, I found pictures of Nikolai and Enora, as well as some with Liliya. So, it was his house.It made Valentin’s condo look like a hostel.To my dismay, the beautiful house was ripped away from me the moment I was led down a set of stairs to a basement.A chill ran down my spine as we marched down, the guard making me go first. I hadn’t struggled until the moment I reached the cement floor, and the light was switched on.The basement was lit up at once, and panic clenched my chest.The room was huge, with doors leading to other rooms, but the most damning part was the plastic sheets on the floor, along with a single chair.They’re going to kill me.Close to hypervent
LyraA few days passed since I returned to my father, and that passage of time only got harder to endure.When I gave in to the boredom, I started reading the stack of books in the bedroom without paying all that much attention to them. It didn’t take long for me to finish them, leaving me with nothing at all.A knock at the door early morning on the fourth day tore me from my empty thoughts, sitting up in bed.Dad poked his head inside again, carrying a tray of food for me. He had the chef make me an omelet with toast and berries on the side. It smelled good, but my stomach had been in knots since I arrived home.An unreadable expression moved across his face while he placed the food on my nightstand. “You’re being returned to the Lantsovs today, my dear.”My heart stopped immediately, and everything around me seemed to still. I blinked through my astonishment, murmuring weakly, “What?”He nodded, handing me the glass of orange juice.I was being handed back over to them. While that
ValentinThe war between us Lantsovs and the Romanos was raging, and we had been horribly ignorant of how big their numbers truly were. We had blind faith in ourselves without ever seeing the bigger picture.We were fortunate to have the Chesters as backup, even if that was a sore spot. Lyra’s betrayal put Barnes’ interest and loyalty into question, but he swore up and down that he had nothing to do with it. He never even knew they were communicating.Something in the way she had been so secretive about it helped me believe he didn’t know anything.Gritting back my anger, I looked down at the casino floor, fists clenched.Likely thanks to Lyra, the Romano men had grown immensely since they managed to intercept multiple dealings. With all the money and resources they snagged from us, they multiplied their numbers and reached beneath our noses.We were forced to up our guards since then, especially around me and the casino. We weren’t taking any chances, not after what had happened.I
LyraCarefully, Dad crossed the room and sat against the edge of the bed, offering me my space still. “For making you choose such a difficult decision at your age without asking for the full picture. And for wagering your hand to advance my position in New York. This isn’t an excuse, but I did it for our family.“I know it only drove a wedge between us, and it hurt me every day to know you were out there on your own because of me, just as it was when I married you off to Valentin. You are right. It was all because of me, but I only hope you can see things from my perspective too.”“It hurt when you wanted me to abort my child,” I managed to say through the tears. “I needed your support, and you tore it away from me. I was prepared to never forgive you for it.”Dad nodded, cloaked by his own sadness that surprised me. “You have every reason to be angry with me. You don’t owe me forgiveness, but I hope one day I may earn it again.”The thought of simply letting go of everything that had
LyraI never thought I’d ever see the inside of my childhood bedroom again, but it turned into my makeshift prison.Valentin said he wasn’t my jailor, but he gave that responsibility to my father instead.The driver brought me back to Philly and handed me back to my dad as if I had never been married to Valentin in the first place. Beyond unworthy of even my apparent husband’s presence. They were worried I was still a threat to their empire, keeping me as far away from it as possible, thanks to my apparent betLyral.It made me worry he was working toward getting a divorce.Worst of all, I was kept away from Charlie. No matter how I shouted and screamed, nobody would bring my baby to me.Being separated from my son was the hardest part. It tore me up inside, leaving my cheeks stained and eyes dry from crying so much. Even if my marriage was ruined, I just wanted my boy. I had never been away from him for so long, and it was killing me.If everything else was lost, I at least wanted to
LyraPacing the length of the living room, I debated texting Valentin then and there. I had to warn him before anything happened—before he could be injured or killed. The thought gripped the back of my neck like an icy hand, and regret flooded my chest.Even if I hated him for what he did and for agreeing to the marriage pact, I never would’ve wanted that for him at his worst. He didn’t deserve to be hunted down by someone I didn’t even know.He was the father of my child, and we had gotten so far with our unorthodox relationship. Everything had been perfect, except for my inability to tell him about the unknown number. We had started to trust one another again, and I was sure I had ruined it immediately.Our time together had reignited those old feelings I had for Valentin, and I had to fix things before they got worse.Unable to handle the thought of waiting any longer, my hand shook as I pulled out my cell phone and pressed his contact.Before I could type anything, the door slamme
Valentin More disbelief flooded my system at that, wondering what he could possibly be on about. Things between me and Lyra had been perfect. We found a mutual understanding, and I had been working to fix things between us.Our sex life had been mind-blowing, and it felt like we were taking steps in the right direction.There was no way she had been texting anyone behind my back. I would’ve known. She wouldn’t dare.“That’s impossible,” I grumbled beneath my breath, aware of the dread that loomed above me, waiting to strike. I fished my phone out of my pocket and clicked through my apps.“What are you doing?” Nikolai asked in a hushed tone, glancing at my phone.“Making sure this rat isn’t telling the truth, or else he’ll be wearing a bullet in his head.”“It is the truth,” Enzo added, eyes filling with concern. “I have no reason to say otherwise.”“Shut up,” Dimitri growled, slapping the captive with the butt of his gun.The man yelped in pain, shoulders slumped as he breathed deepl
ValentinTensions were high in the warehouse. Our captive from the ambush was bound to his chair in the middle of the room, blood dripping from his broken nose. His breath shallowed, glancing between us lazily.Nikolai and Dimitri stood before him, with the latter’s knuckles already stained crimson. He flexed his fingers, unbothered by the hits he had already given him.“What’s your name?” Nikolai asked, looking at him with a neutral expression.The man hesitated, then grit through his teeth, “Enzo.”“Well, Enzo, consider yourself lucky that you might just be useful to us,” he murmured, pacing in front of him slowly. “But the moment that stops, we won’t hesitate to send a message.”All it took was a glance in Dimitri’s direction, and he swung, hitting his face with a sickening sound.Enzo recoiled in his chair, taking full force without any other choice. He grunted from the impact, chest heaving. Blood seeped into his mouth, and he spat to the side, breathing hoarsely through the pain
LyraI was surprised by how smoothly life had been ever since Valentin explained himself.The weeks had gone by, and we were doing better than we ever had. We were in a good place, co-parenting Charlie and working on understanding one another better. I was glad, and we were happy.I even noticed a difference in our son since his father came into our lives. He had always been a good kid, but his excitement and joy were contagious. Whenever he had the chance, Valentin spent time with him and took him places, always looking to expose him to new experiences.He seemed to flourish, and I enjoyed watching them interact with one another. Seeing his effort first-hand was everything I had hoped for.Padding down the hall and into the kitchen, I saw it was nine in the morning, and the condo was suspiciously quiet.A sticky note on the counter caught my attention, and I reached for it.It was from Valentin, letting me know that Charlie was with Enora and Liliya for the day. He was at work, and