DANIEL'S POVAll through the night, I couldn’t sleep. My mind was restless, my body tense with anger. It wasn’t just frustration; it was rage boiling inside me, threatening to explode. The thought of the other me— Liam— walking freely with my man— Marcus, pretending to be me, made my blood burn. He wasn’t just a problem; he was a threat to everything I had built. And the worst part? It wasn’t that I lacked the resources to find both Liam and Marcus. No, I could do that easily. But if I did, my men would start asking questions. Questions I didn’t want to answer. Questions that could shatter the control I had over them. The last thing I needed was my men discovering that someone who looked exactly like me was roaming the city, acting like he owned it.I sat in my chair, smoking, trying to calm my nerves when my phone rang. The screen lit up, displaying a name I didn’t expect— Marcus. A smirk tugged at my lips as I picked up the call. “Hello, dear,” I greeted, my voice smooth, expecting
LIAM’S POVThe day was supposed to be perfect.I stood in front of the mirror, my hands trembling slightly as I adjusted my tie. My reflection stared back at me— dark eyes filled with excitement and just a touch of nervousness. Today, I was marrying the love of my life, Marcus."Liam, you look like you’re about to pass out."I turned to see Jonah, my best friend, standing in the doorway with a smirk.I chuckled, shaking my head. "Can you blame me? It’s my wedding day.""Yeah, but you should be happy, not looking like you’re about to run for your life." He walked over, fixing my tie for me. "Marcus loves you. We all know it. After everything, you both deserve this happiness."I smiled, feeling my nerves settle. Jonah was right. Marcus and I had been through so much to get to this point. Nothing could ruin today.At least, that’s what I thought.---The wedding hall was breathtaking. White roses adorned every corner, their scent filling the air. Guests sat in their finest attire, whispe
LIAM'S POVI ran as fast as I could, my heart pounding against my chest.Something in me screamed that they were going to catch me. I was already getting tired. My legs burned, and my breath came in short gasps, but I couldn’t stop.Then I saw the crowd.People were moving along the street, dressed in all kinds of costumes— witches, vampires, superheroes. That’s when it hit me.Today was Halloween.I didn’t think twice. I pulled my hood over my head, slowed down, and blended in with them. If anyone had been chasing me, they would lose me in this crowd.And just like that, I escaped.But my mind was still a mess.I couldn’t process what had just happened.I had seen someone. Someone who looked exactly like me. Not just a little bit— like a twin. But I don’t have a twin.What the hell did I just see?I shook my head. I needed to go home and rest. Maybe my mind was playing tricks on me....When I reached the front of my apartment building, I felt a small sense of relief. Home. At least
LIAM'S POVI sat in the car, watching Marcus as he drove. The sound of the engine filled the silence between us, but my mind was anything but quiet. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Every time he shifted gears or glanced at the rearview mirror, memories of us together came rushing back— the soft touches, the warm hugs, the deep kisses. But more than anything, I remembered the nights we spent tangled in each other, whispering secrets in the dark, promising things that no longer held meaning in this timeline. My chest tightened painfully.I had come back to this time to change things, to prevent the inevitable. Yet, sitting next to him now, I felt the weight of everything all over again. The overwhelming realization that I was here, in this moment, reliving something that was both familiar and foreign at the same time, made it hard to breathe."Why are you staring at me?" Marcus asked suddenly. His voice wasn’t harsh, but it wasn’t soft either. It was just... Marcus. Firm, steady, and f
LIAM'S POVI watched as Adrian smirked at Marcus, his presence alone making my blood boil."I just wanted to say hi," Adrian said smoothly. "And when I didn’t see you, I decided to prepare your favorite meal."His voice was too calm, too familiar, as if nothing had changed. Normally, Adrian and Marcus had broken up two months before I originally met Marcus. Adrian owned one of the biggest restaurants in Hell’s Kitchen. He was a chef, successful and confident, but right now, he seemed desperate. I could tell he wanted something— another chance."Adrian, I want you out of my house," Marcus said, his voice sharp with anger.Adrian exhaled heavily and pulled off his apron. "I’m sorry, Marcus," he said, stepping forward. "It was a mistake. I was drunk that night.""Don’t come any closer. Just leave," Marcus snapped.I watched silently, but Adrian’s eyes flickered toward me, studying me carefully."He’s the new guy, right?" Adrian asked, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips."Whatever," Marc
DANIEL'S POV For six years, I have ruled Hell’s Kitchen. Not a single day has passed without an enemy trying to bring me down. But no matter how hard they try, I always stay on top. My name carries power, fear, and respect. People don’t dare to cross me unless they have a death wish.My biggest problem? The Dogs of Hell. A ruthless gang led by Gideon, my biggest rival in the drug business. He has tried everything to push me out, but I’m always one step ahead. My calculations never fail. That’s why I control everything— the NYPD, the mayor, even the governor of New York City. It didn’t happen overnight. It took blood, sweat, and a sacrifice so big that it changed my life forever. But that’s a story for another day.Because of my influence, I built my own gang— Damon. They call me the Demon of Hell’s Kitchen, and my men are known as Damons. The name suits us. We don’t forgive. We don’t forget. And we never back down.But everything changed the day I met him.The Stranger Who Wouldn’t L
LIAM'S POV"About three years back in this world, the man that looked exactly like you tricked me," she said, her voice steady but sharp, her piercing gaze locked onto mine.I couldn’t help but smile, though it wasn’t because I found it funny. It was more out of genuine surprise. A human tricking a supernatural being? That sounded ridiculous. Impossible, even. But there she stood, staring at me with unwavering certainty, as if daring me to question her words.Before I could respond, before my lips could even part, she vanished from the bed.In the blink of an eye.Gone.A cold shiver ran down my spine as I felt the air shift behind me. I turned my head, and there she was— standing right behind me, so close that I could feel her presence pressing against my back."This is not a joke," she said, her voice cutting through the silence like a blade. "It's serious."I exhaled slowly, turning around to face her. My heart was pounding slightly, though I wasn't sure why. Maybe it was the way s
DANIEL'S POVThe club was alive with energy, pulsating with the heavy beat of bass and the wild cheers of my men. Music blasted from the speakers, mixing with the thick scent of expensive whiskey, sweat, and cigarette smoke. Colored lights flashed across the room, illuminating the dancing bodies and the satisfied smirks of men who knew they had just pulled off something big.It was a night of celebration.The successful hijack of the drugs from the Dogs of Hell’s hideout had put us all in high spirits. We had taken what belonged to us— no, what I had claimed as mine. It wasn’t just about the drugs. It was about power. About making a statement.And tonight, my men were basking in that victory.Women draped themselves over the winners, their laughter cutting through the music. Drinks poured freely, expensive bottles cracked open as if money meant nothing. It was chaos, but it was my kind of chaos.I leaned back in my chair, watching the scene unfold before me with satisfaction. But even
DANIEL'S POVAll through the night, I couldn’t sleep. My mind was restless, my body tense with anger. It wasn’t just frustration; it was rage boiling inside me, threatening to explode. The thought of the other me— Liam— walking freely with my man— Marcus, pretending to be me, made my blood burn. He wasn’t just a problem; he was a threat to everything I had built. And the worst part? It wasn’t that I lacked the resources to find both Liam and Marcus. No, I could do that easily. But if I did, my men would start asking questions. Questions I didn’t want to answer. Questions that could shatter the control I had over them. The last thing I needed was my men discovering that someone who looked exactly like me was roaming the city, acting like he owned it.I sat in my chair, smoking, trying to calm my nerves when my phone rang. The screen lit up, displaying a name I didn’t expect— Marcus. A smirk tugged at my lips as I picked up the call. “Hello, dear,” I greeted, my voice smooth, expecting
LIAM'S POVI left the hotel as soon as my conversation with Deception ended. I felt Daniel was capable enough to handle Marcus and whatever situation he was in at that moment. There was no reason for me to stay. I picked up the briefcase filled with money and stepped out of the room.Just as I reached the reception area, Nina, the receptionist, spoke up. "You're already leaving, boss?"I turned to look at her. "Yeah, I have something to take care of," I replied."I can tell the girls to take care of it for you," she offered.Her words shocked me. My eyebrows lifted slightly as I processed what she had just said. "So Daniel has ladies he controls too?" I thought to myself. It was unsettling, yet at the same time, not surprising. Still, I kept my face neutral."Don't worry about that," I said smoothly before stepping out of the building.Luck was on my side— I spotted a cab immediately. Without hesitation, I got in and gave the driver the address of my destination. The car zoomed off, a
DANIEL'S POVAs I step out of the hotel, my mind is racing. I pull out my phone and call some of my most trusted men. "Meet me at Marcus's house now," I say, my voice sharp and urgent. I don’t have time for delays. Something doesn’t feel right, and I need to get there as soon as possible.The ride feels longer than usual. My grip tightens on the steering wheel as I speed through the streets, ignoring the usual traffic rules. When I finally arrive at Marcus's house, my stomach drops. The sight before me makes my heart pound even faster. Several of my men, the ones I had secretly assigned to protect Marcus, are lying lifeless on the ground. Their blood stains the concrete, their bodies twisted in unnatural positions. The Dogs of Hell have killed them. My chest tightens with anger and fear. If they got this far, then Marcus could be in danger.My men, the ones I called, are already there when I arrive. They stand alert, weapons ready, scanning the area for any further threats. I barely a
MARCUS'S POV I lie on the cold floor of my living room, my heartbeat pounding in my ears. My vision blurs as I stare up at the men surrounding me. My ribs ache from the brutal kicks, but the pain is nothing compared to the fear gripping my chest. Today might be my last day on Earth.Gideon, their leader, sits comfortably on my couch, a smirk playing on his lips. "It is hard to believe that a monster like Daniel has someone that loves him," he says. His men laugh, their voices echoing in the dimly lit room.Daniel, standing nearby, rolls a gun in his hand, his expression unreadable. "And it is so foolish for you to love him," he says, his voice laced with mockery. "Don’t you know what he’s capable of? Or haven’t you heard of the terrible things he has done? And yet, you still fall in love with him."The laughter grows louder. One of them kicks me again— so hard that I struggle to catch my breath. I groan but don’t give them the satisfaction of seeing me break.Then suddenly, the room
LIAM'S POV Are you crazy? What would people think if they see you and me together?" Daniel asks in anger, his voice sharp in the quiet hotel hallway. His eyes dart around, filled with worry. He is so troubled about Marcus, who is in danger, but at the same time, he doesn’t want anyone to know that there is someone in the city who looks exactly like him but is not him.I take a deep breath, steadying myself. "Please save him," I say, my voice quieter now, almost pleading. Then, without waiting for his response, I turn around and walk back into my hotel room.As soon as I step inside, a strange feeling washes over me. The air is cold. Too cold. My skin prickles with the sudden chill. I glance at the air conditioner, but it’s off. That’s strange. I move closer to the window, trying to see if it was left open, allowing the cold air to seep in. But then, I sense something. A presence.Slowly, I turn around.Standing there is a man. He is young, handsome, and looking directly at me with an
MARCUS'S POVI thought Adrian was the man for me. I really did. From the moment we got together, I believed he was the one. I gave him everything— my love, my time, my trust. I didn’t hold anything back. But he betrayed me. Not once, not twice, but again and again.At first, I blamed myself. Maybe I wasn’t good enough. Maybe I wasn’t attractive enough or exciting enough to keep him satisfied. Maybe I was doing something wrong. But over time, I realized that it wasn’t me. It was him. That’s just the kind of person he is— a liar, a cheater. Someone who can never truly love anyone but himself.And yet, even after everything, he still says he loves me. As if those words mean anything when they come from him.Adrian is rich. He owns one of the biggest restaurants here in Hell’s Kitchen. Everyone knows his place, and everyone knows who protects it— the Dogs of Hell. They are dangerous, violent, and completely unpredictable. But Adrian doesn’t care. As long as his business is safe, he doesn’
LIAM'S POVI kneel on the cold floor, my hands slightly raised, my breath coming in short, uneven gasps. The gun pointed at my head makes my heartbeat loud in my ears. This wasn’t what I expected. I knew coming here would be dangerous, but I didn’t think I would be staring down the barrel of a gun this soon.Daniel’s eyes bore into mine as he drags a chair across the room and sits down, the gun never wavering. His grip is firm, steady— it is so obvious he is good at it. His eyes are cold, filled with suspicion and something else I can’t quite place. He is waiting for me to speak, but I stay silent, trying to calm my racing thoughts.“I’ll advise you to remove my face, Gideon,” he says, his voice eerily calm. “I know it’s you. Transform back to yourself, or I’ll put a bullet in your head.”I take a slow, deep breath, forcing myself to stay calm. My mind searches for the right words, but I know no matter what I say, Daniel won’t trust me easily.“This is who I am,” I say firmly. My voic
DANIEL'S POVPeople always wonder how I have become so successful in the hard drug business. They whisper about it in dark corners, trying to figure out my secret. Some think I have powerful connections, others believe I am just lucky. They make up stories, crafting theories about how I rose to the top. But none of them know the truth.Luck has nothing to do with it.I tricked nature itself.This world isn’t just a place for humans to live, work, and die. It is more than just land, water, and air. It is bound by forces that most people cannot see— forces that shape everything around us, guiding our lives in ways we do not understand. These forces are more than ideas; they are beings, real and powerful. They walk among us, unseen and unheard, yet always present.Luck, Mistake, Lie, Truth, Death, Life, and many more. They are the invisible hands keeping the world in balance, whether we realize it or not.And years ago, I made a deal with one of them— Mistake.The deal was simple. I woul
LIAM'S POVAfter what Rainbow said, my mind refuses to rest. The thought of Gideon going after Marcus keeps circling in my head like a vulture waiting for its prey. It doesn’t make sense— at least not to me. In my world, Gideon is my best friend. We graduated together from NYC, both of us young and ambitious chemists who had the world at our feet. We had plans— big ones. We spent late nights in the lab, pushing boundaries, dreaming of making breakthroughs in science.So what changed?Why does Gideon want Marcus dead?I rack my brain for answers, but nothing fits. This version of reality feels like a puzzle with missing pieces. But one thing is clear— I can’t let Marcus die.Scott pulls up outside the mansion, the tires crunching softly against the gravel driveway. He parks smoothly, killing the engine before turning to look at me. His face is unreadable, but his voice is even when he speaks.“The box, sir?” He gestures toward the heavy case filled with cash, his tone professional.I g