It started with a stolen wallet and turned into something neither of them could’ve imagined. What began as a game of cat and mouse has turned into something more. They're no longer just trying to outsmart each other; they’re going deeper, and it’s setting off sparks in all the wrong places. As they get closer, the truths they’ve kept hidden start to unwind, tearing through the lives they’ve built. The illusion of control slips away, and now, everything’s on the line — their lives, their secrets, and their hold on each other. The question is, can they survive it all — or will they destroy each other in the process?
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The sun was shining, and the children happily played in the field under the big oak tree.
“Hi, Luna,” some of our kitchen helpers called, smiling playfully at me as I passed them by.
“You all know that I am not yet the Luna,” I replied, returning their smiles.
“We all know that you would soon be our Luna,” one of them replied happily.
“Yes,” the other one agreed, “No one else deserves to be called that but you.” I shook my head as I proceeded to enter the office of the Alpha.
Leo looked up from the papers he was reading and gave me that dimpled smile as our eyes met. He stood up and walked towards me as I closed the door behind me. The moment the door closed, he was already standing in front of me. Up close, he was just devastatingly handsome with his messy light brown wavy hair and brown eyes.
“I missed you,” he whispered as he gently took my hand, pulled me closer to him, and turned me around. He wrapped me in his embrace, and everything just felt right. Goddess, I love this man so much.
“I missed you, too,” I whispered back, placing my hands over his strong arms that felt like my safe place.
Every night, I prayed to the Moon Goddess to make him my mate.
He dipped his head down, and I felt his warm breath against my neck as he said, “God, you're so beautiful.” Oh my goddess, even the sound of his voice was enough to make my knees grow weak. He gently pulled away as he made me face him. He lowered his head, about to kiss me, when the door of the office burst open and my brother came barging in.
Embarrassed to be caught, I quickly hid behind Leo. He knew how easily I got shy and let out a soft laugh. The three of us might have grown up together, but there are some things that I still want to keep private.
My brother and Leo are both three years older than I, but that didn’t break the bond that we have formed. And as for Leo and me, it even grew stronger.
Leo reached for some papers on his desk, but his large frame was still enough to cover me.
“You’re just in time. We are about to go out for a date,” Leo announced as he looked at me and winked before turning to face my brother and handing him a stack of what seemed to be unfinished documents.
My brother muttered something under his breath I didn’t quite understand before saying, “I thought we were way past the time that the two of you bullied a poor single guy like me.”“Bullying? You might have misunderstood, my dear brother. We would never bully you,” I said as I stood beside Leo, who was now leaning against his desk.
“Yeah, right,” my brother mumbled.
I smiled at him.
“By the way,” Leo said, interrupting my brother and me, “Is your father really going to adopt the girl?”
“Yeah,” he answered irritably, “My father said that she looks so pitiful and that we should show compassion when needed.” My brother sounded like a child having a tantrum because he wasn’t able to get the toy he wanted.
“News had it that our neighbors are telling our father how much the girl resembles his first love,” I added as I leaned closer to Leo. “We are against it because it felt like disrespect to our mother, but no matter what reason we provided to our father, his mind was already set on adopting her.”
Leo tagged my chin up, making me look at him. The love behind those brown eyes kept my anxiety at bay.
I smiled at him and then looked at my brother. My father adores me, and yet, why do I feel like he is slowly slipping through my fingers, getting out of reach? A heavy sigh escaped my lips as the uncertainty won over me, and I asked the two important people in my life the hardest question for me to ask.
“What if the two of you ended up favoring her, too? What would happen to me?”
Leo reached for me, “No one could ever take your place, Kelly.” He pulled me into his arms, and I heard my brother agree with him, even telling me that I would always be his favorite sister as long as Leo and I don’t do sweet things in front of him.
Leo smiled and bent his head towards me as if to kiss me, but stopped when my brother muttered angrily, “Get a room, you two. I am trying to work.”
Leo and I laughed.
From the weather to the harmony that the three of us have, and most especially, with Leo. His love for me would always be my sweet haven.
Everything was perfect…
But all of that changed the moment Merry came into our lives.
Because what used to be filled with happiness, all turned into one big mess of pain.
And just like that, we’ve reached the end. I can’t begin to express what this journey has meant to me. Nearly three years ago, I started writing this series, pouring my heart into every page, every twist, every broken character working their way toward redemption. What started as a single story turned into a world of love, betrayal, sacrifice. A world that, for so long, felt just as real to me as the one outside my screen. This series has been my constant companion, my late-night obsession, my endless battle between frustration and joy. I’ve spent years with these characters, watching them evolve, break, heal, and fight for the love and survival they never thought they deserved. Letting them go feels like saying goodbye to a piece of myself. To those of you who have been here since the beginning—to those who joined somewhere along the way—thank you. Your comments, your excitement, your passion for these characters kept me going when the words refused to come. Every time
Viviane ☩═✦═☩ I had never been a big emotional crier. Not when I got shot. Not when I faced down criminals twice my size. Not even when I was in labor with both of my children. But watching Felicity walk across that stage in her cap and gown? Yeah. I was losing it. Sixteen years old. Valedictorian. Just like me. I squeezed Alessandro’s hand, trying to keep my emotions in check as she reached the podium. She looked so grown up, standing there, her red hair shining under the stadium lights, her eyes scanning the massive crowd like she still couldn’t believe this was happening. I still couldn’t believe it was happening. I remembered the tiny girl who used to curl up next to me in a hospital bed, hooked up to dialysis, her body too small for the battles she had to fight. I remembered the way she clung to me after Stella died, the way she had once been so fragile and now? Now, she stood before thousands, confident, brilliant, with the whole world waiting for her.
Viviane ☩═✦═☩ FOUR YEARS LATER •───⋅────⋅───• The pregnancy test lay on the counter. I stared at it. Waiting. And waiting. And waiting… Until— Two bright pink lines. My pulse slammed into my throat. My fingers trembled as I snatched the second test, my breath stalling in my chest. Bold, capital letters burned into my vision. Pregnant. I swallowed, my mouth dry as I reached for the third one, hoping, praying, begging for a different result. Pregnant. A hollow, gasping breath left me as I staggered backward. My legs barely held me up before I sank to the cold tile floor, pressing my knees to my chest. I squeezed my eyes shut, my fingers curling into the fabric of my shirt. My heart pounded so hard it hurt. My body was a time bomb, the life inside me a ticking fuse. I had read the statistics, spoken to the doctors, heard the warnings whispered like a death sentence. Fifty-fifty. A chance to survive. A chance to die. And the baby, God, the baby. My mi
Alessandro ☩══♛══☩ The mirror reflected back a man I barely recognized. I was dressed in a perfectly tailored black tuxedo, the white of my shirt against the deep charcoal vest, I looked every bit the groom. My cufflinks were made of gold, engraved with my family’s crest. The tie was perfectly knotted, not a single wrinkle in sight. So why the fuck did my pulse feel like a war drum in my chest? “She’s not running, if that’s what you’re worried about,” Nikolai drawled from the couch, glass of whiskey in hand. He looked as put together as ever, but there was amusement in his eyes. “The only person who might run is you.” I shot him a dry look, fastening the last button of my jacket. “I’d rather be shot between the eyes.” Nikolai smirked, “That could be arranged.” I exhaled sharply, running a hand over my jaw. “You ready?” I asked him. He lifted his glass in a silent toast. “To your last few minutes as a free man.” I rolled my eyes heavenwards, adjusting my cuff. “Let’s g
Viviane ☩═✦═☩ The second we stepped inside, Alessandro had me against the wall, his body pressing into mine like he couldn’t stand the space between us. I moaned into his mouth, clawing at his jacket, shoving it off his shoulders. My fingers worked fast, unbuttoning his shirt, feeling the hard ridges of muscle beneath as I slid my hands down his chest, nails raking lightly over his skin before pausing over the bandages where he’d been shot. The wound was nearly healed, but I still handled it with care. My fingers trembled there, hesitation flickering through me for the briefest moment. His hands tore my shirt over my head, his fingers finding the clasp of my bra, snapping it open with a single flick. It slid off, leaving me bare. His mouth never left mine, but his hands moved lower, unbuttoning my jeans, pushing them down my hips. I arched into him, needy, aching, tugging at his belt, pulling it free, hands sliding under the waistband of his pants. He grabbed my wrists, slammi
Viviane ☩═✦═☩ The waiting room felt like a prison. The sharp scent of antiseptic burned my nose, and the cold, sterile lighting overhead made everything feel like a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from. My fingers were clenched so tightly around the arms of the chair that my nails dug into my palms. My entire body was trembling, my lungs struggling to pull in air past the lump in my throat. Brandon sat beside me, his hand on my shoulder. On my other side, Felicity clung to my arm, her small fingers digging in. Across from us, Alessandro’s family filled the space. Nikolai stood with his arms crossed, his jaw locked so tight I swore I could hear his teeth grinding. Scott was pacing, his usual cheerfulness was gone, replaced by a dark look. Lorenzo sat with his elbows on his knees, fingers laced together, staring at the floor. Marco leaned against the wall, his head tipped back, eyes closed, but I could see the muscle ticking in his jaw. Bianca was holding onto Stefano, her entir
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