Adele runaway from a life a privilege and entered a new world of mafia, mysteries secret that could be killed for and love. Born a wretched life and adopted into a life of privilege.. Adele Callahan has spent her life under the thumb of a prestigious family that controls her every move. When she escapes an arranged marriage, her only plan is to run as far and as fast as she can—until a fateful encounter changes everything.. Adele seemed to live a nice life but it's all a different story behind the reflection. Forced to marry a rich influential abuser, Adele escapes in a bid to leaves a life that was arranged and all planned out for her when her paths crosses with a man who introduces her to a life she never knew existed. Lucian runs a mafia group but there's more to him than he let out, one of the influential person feared by most. But women are his toys, a new one each day to add to his record of decanhery. Lucian. He’s dark, enigmatic, devastatingly handsome, but beneath his flawless exterior lies a dangerous secret. His piercing eyes see too much, his voice commands obedience, and his presence is like a storm she can’t escape. He warns her to leave, but his words come too late—Adele is already entangled in his world. What starts as a chance meeting spirals into a deadly game of survival, as Adele learns the truth about Lucian. Drawn together by fate, their connection defies reason, even as the shadows of Lucian’s mafia ties threaten to tear them apart. As passion collides with peril, Adele must decide: will she run from the darkness that surrounds Lucian, or embrace it to uncover the secrets of her own destiny?
View MoreAdele rushed into her room and closed the door behind her with a thud, leaning against it as if the solid wood could shield her from the whirlwind of emotions stirring inside her. She couldn’t comprehend how she’d managed to walk back here because her legs seemed to have developed a mind of their own, propelling her forward while her mind remained fixated on the encounter with Lucian. Her fingers trembled slightly as she brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, and without even realizing it, she made her way to the bed. Sitting on its edge, she sank into the mattress as if its softness could absorb the tension in her body.Her thoughts were a chaotic mess. The ghost of Lucian’s grip lingered on her arm, the memory of his touch sending a confusing shiver down her spine. His eyes, those gray, penetrating eyes, had briefly flashed with something she couldn’t quite name, something raw and dangerous, before his expression had turned playful. That moment replayed in her mind again and ag
Adele's breath caught in her throat as her eyes met those cold, piercing grey ones. They were void of warmth, like the lightless depths of an ocean. Her heart stumbled in her chest."Mr... Mr. Hawthorne," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.Lucian Hawthorne tilted his head, studying her with an expression she couldn’t read. His tall frame leaned slightly against the doorframe, the dim hallway lighting casting sharp shadows over his angular features. Adele noticed how disheveled he looked. His hair was messy and his shirt crumpled with three up buttons undone. Still he looked handsome, devilishly handsome."What are you doing up here?" he asked, his voice low and smooth, yet as empty as the silent halls of the mansion."I... I think I’m lost," Adele murmured, swallowing hard. Her mouth could hardly form words. She tried to straighten herself, but under his gaze, she felt impossibly small, like an ant crushed beneath his boot.His lips pressed into a thin line as he closed
After dinner, Adele lay down in her room, her eyes fixed on the glittering chandelier above her bed. The silver crystals twinkled as it caught the faint light, scattering it in soft, mesmerizing patterns across the walls and ceiling. For the first time in a long while, she felt at ease, a rare comfort she hadn't known in years. She let her thoughts wander, drifting to her foster parents and the disaster of a marriage they'd tried to force upon her. The catastrophe that almost happened. She shuddered at the memory but quickly pushed it away, focusing instead on the tranquility of the moment.Her body sank deeper into the plush mattress, and she exhaled a long, slow breath. The weight of the day pulled at her, and her eyelids grew heavy. She didn’t realize when her brain shut down as she finally succumbed to sleep, her long lashes brushing against her cheeks as her breathing steadied into a soft rhythm.The following morning, Adele was startled awake by a knock at her door. Mrs. Owens e
As Adele followed Lucian into the building's entrance, the grand double doors creaked open, revealing a middle aged woman standing on the threshold. Her presence was imposing despite her modest attire: a maid’s uniform topped with a neatly tied apron. Strands of gray threaded through her dark hair, and fine webs of wrinkles spread across her face like faint battle scars of time. Something about her reminded Adele of the woman she’d seen at the inn, an aura of quiet authority, but this woman was taller, standing an inch above Adele herself. Her posture was ramrod straight, and her sharp eyes, which gleamed like polished obsidian, immediately darted to Adele’s petite frame.For a fleeting moment, an unplaceable look flickered across her face, gone so quickly Adele questioned if it had even been there. Was it curiosity? Suspicion? Adele couldn’t tell. The woman’s expression became stoic and unreadable as her gaze shifted to the man beside her.“Mr. Hawthorne, welcome home,” the woman sai
Adele sat nervously in the passenger seat of the sleek black car, her fingers gripping the edge of her seat as Lucian’s hands gripped the steering wheel. She stole another glance at him, trying to make her movements appear casual. His white shirt, pristine and neatly rolled up to his elbows, revealed veiny, tan forearms adorned with intricate tattoos that seemed to tell stories she’d never be privy to. A hint of another tattoo peeked out from where three of his upper buttons were undone, just above the firm plane of his chest. His dark, inky hair kept falling forward in soft waves, framing his sharply curved features with an almost artistic perfection. The faint scent of his cologne, musky and rich, lingered in the confined space of the car, distracting her in a way she didn’t care to admit.The silence between them felt like a living thing, oppressive and heavy. Adele’s gaze wandered out the window, trying to fixate on the blur of trees and buildings they sped past, but her attention
Adele's pulse was still racing when Lucian carried her in his arms down to the parking lot, his powerful stride making it look effortless. She had no idea how the evening had spiraled so out of control. Only moments ago, she'd been staring down a future she couldn't stomach, trapped in an arranged marriage with no way out, until he intervened.The cool night air hit her skin as they exited the building, but she barely noticed. Her entire focus was on Lucian, the way his cologne surrounded her, faintly sweet but with a sharp, dangerous edge. Her head was buried against his chest, her arms clutching him tightly as though letting go would cause her to fall apart."You can stop clinging to me now," he said, his deep voice cutting through the haze of her thoughts.Only then did Adele realize how tightly she had been holding on to him, how she was enjoying the musky smell of his cologne. Embarrassed, she quickly unwrapped herself and scrambled out of his arms, her feet landing unsteadily on
Adele sat in the chair in front of the ornate mirror and let the artist fuss with her face and hair. The steady buzz and hum of activity in the estate had been unrelenting all morning, filling the halls with voices and hurried footsteps. Servants moved like shadows, whispering instructions, and the occasional sharp reprimand from Elena rang out, cutting through the noise. Adele wanted to get away from it all. The day felt suffocating. As she had expected, more attention was given to Tris while she had guards in her door all day. She was grateful for it. The artist moved with precision, their hands light but purposeful as they worked. Adele barely glanced at her reflection. She had long since stopped finding comfort in mirrors. Instead, she stared past her own image, her thoughts tangled with dread. The dress she wore was a masterpiece, an off the shoulder gown of pure white, flaring at the hem with layers of silk and organza. Tiny diamond stones embroidered the fabric, catching the
Adele sat motionless under the steady stream of the shower, her knees pulled tightly to her chest. The water poured down from the faucet, threading through her tangled hair and over the curves and angles of her battered body. It wasn't warm, far from it but the icy chill didn't faze her. She barely registered the sting each drop caused as it made contact with her torn skin. The fresh wounds screamed for mercy, but Adele's mind was far away, lost in a fog of memories she didn't want to relive. The pain was sharp as the water cleansed her injuries, each droplet a tiny dagger against her skin, but she didn't flinch. Instead, she welcomed it, letting the sensation pierce through the numbness that had taken root inside her. She grabbed the sponge from the corner of the tub and began scrubbing at her arms. Her strokes were erratic and forceful, the rough material biting into her skin. Red marks bloomed on her pale flesh, mingling with the faint streaks of blood still flowing from her earli
Content Warning: This story contains graphic depictions of violence, physical and emotional abuse, non-consensual sexual content, and coercion. These themes may be distressing or triggering to some readers. Please proceed with caution and prioritize your well-being. Elena sat in the spacious living room but her eyes weren't on the large TV screen instead they watched Dothan as he climbed down the stairs. "Where is she?" Elena asked as Dothan made to walk past her. "She's upstairs." He replied curtly, his tone clipped. "I could hear her scream even from down here." Elena said, her voice devoid of concern, more observant than questioning. "So? it's not the first time this has happened. Why do you care now." Dothan stopped and turned to face her, irritation clear in his expression, clearly in a sour mood. "You know how Tris is about someone who isn't him touching that girl. You should have held yourself back." Elena leaned back in her chair, unbothered by his attitude. "Hold mys
Though she felt a little tipsy, although her mind buzzed and swam with the effect from all the alcohol Tris made her drink, she forced herself to move quickly towards the door. This wasn't the plan, she had thought to wait till the wedding morning in two weeks time when everyone would be busy trying to put everything in place, to busy with last minute preparations to keep an eye on her and when more attention would be given to Tris. That would be the best time to slip away unnoticed or so she had thought. But now after another evening of endless scrutiny and the stifling presence of Tris and her family, she couldn't take it any longer. She had to escape, ever since a month back when her marriage to Tris was announced, Adele had been watched like a hawk and now with no one hovering around her she had to leave, it might be her only chance. She hesitated, her heart pounding as she opened the door just enough to slip through. Successfully sneaking out of the room, she found the hallwa...
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