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“Russian Mafia’s Queen” is a tantalizing, high-stakes dark romance that plunges into the dangerous world of the Russian mafia. Chloe Monroe, a woman with a hidden past, is thrust into a life she never expected when she crosses paths with the cold and calculating Nicholas Romanov, heir to the Russian mafia’s empire. Nicholas is a man driven by power and control, a leader who never leaves loose ends. But Chloe’s presence disturbs him in ways he can’t explain. Despite his dangerous world, Chloe’s past is more than just a mystery—it’s a puzzle he’s determined to solve. What’s worse, she seems to know more than she lets on, and the lies she’s living could threaten everything he’s worked for. As passion ignites between them, secrets begin to unravel, and Chloe realizes that staying hidden may no longer be an option. Nicholas won’t let her slip away, and Chloe knows that if he ever discovers who she truly is, her past will come crashing into her present—and no one will be safe.
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The Russian Mafia’s Queen CHAPTER 8
Nicholas’s POV“He’s innocent, boss.”Clark’s voice is hesitant, but the words hit me like a bullet.For a second, I don’t react. I don’t move. I don’t breathe.Then, rage.A sharp slam echoes through my office as my fist crashes against the desk. The force sends a glass of whiskey toppling over, the amber liquid spilling across the dark wood.Alex was innocent.We killed the wrong man.I push back from my desk, pacing the room, my breaths coming hard and fast. My mind replays every detail of the hit—every calculated move, every drop of blood spilled. And for what?A mistake.Someone had played me, fed me bad information, and now an innocent man was rotting in the ground while the real witness was still out there, breathing. Hiding.I grit my teeth, fists clenching at my sides. “Who the fuck gave us that lead?”Clark swallows hard but holds my gaze. “It came from our usual channels. The intel was solid—at least, it seemed that way.”“Seemed?” I snap, turning on him. “We don’t deal in
Last Updated : 2025-04-03The Russian Mafia’s Queen CHAPTER 7
The morning air is crisp, but Chloe barely notices as she steps onto the bus, her mind fogged with anxiety. The city feels different today—too loud, too sharp. Every passing car, every stranger’s glance, every footstep behind her feels like a warning.By the time she reaches the café, her hands are cold, her nerves frayed. She forces herself to breathe, to move as if today is just another day. Because it has to be.Nicholas is coming.The thought alone sends a shiver down her spine. Yesterday, she only knew him as a wealthy businessman with too much charm and too many secrets. Today, she knows the truth—he’s a killer. A man whose world operates on silence, shadows, and blood. And she is standing right in his path.Her mother notices her hesitation as she ties her apron. “Chloe, are you alright?”She forces a quick nod, her smile brittle. “Just tired.”Her mother hums in understanding, but her gaze lingers too long, filled with quiet concern.The day moves in a blur of routine. Orders.
Last Updated : 2025-04-02The Russian Mafia’s Queen CHAPTER 6
The scent of freshly ground coffee filled the air as I busied myself behind the counter, trying to focus on the morning rush. But my mind was restless, my hands moving on autopilot as the unease from last night lingered.I felt jumpy, my stomach twisted in knots. Would Nicholas come back today? Would he keep showing up at the café, weaving himself into my routine until I couldn’t escape?The chime of the doorbell snapped me from my thoughts. I looked up, my breath hitching slightly. But it wasn’t Nicholas.A man stepped inside—tall, with sharp features and the same commanding presence Nicholas carried. He approached the counter with a casual but deliberate stride, and as he stopped in front of me, his piercing gaze settled on mine.“Hi, Chloe. Nicholas wanted me to let you know that he can’t make it today—he has an appointment,” the man said, his voice deep but smooth. “I’m his brother, Isaac. Also, he asked me to pick up his coffee. He said you know what he likes.”I blinked at him.
Last Updated : 2025-04-02The Russian Mafia’s Queen CHAPTER 5
Nicholas’s POV The drive to Warehouse 3 felt like an eternity. The rain kept falling in sheets, blurring the streets and making the city look like it had been swallowed whole by the storm. But none of it mattered. Not the weather. Not the mess outside. I had one thing on my mind: Alex. My thoughts kept drifting, though. They kept pulling me back to Chloe. The way her eyes flickered when I asked about her past, the subtle hesitation in her words when she spoke of Boston. Every instinct in me was telling me something wasn’t right. I couldn’t shake the feeling that Chloe was hiding something. There was a sharpness to her, an edge that made her stand out among the countless faces I encountered every day. Most people tried to hide their vulnerabilities, but Chloe? She wore hers like a cloak. And that made her dangerous in its own way. I had spent years reading people, understanding them at their core, breaking down their facades, and yet with her… I couldn’t get a full read. As the rai
Last Updated : 2025-04-01The Russian Mafia’s Queen CHAPTER 4
Chloe’s POV The rest of the day went by in a blur. The hours slipped past me as I tried to keep my focus on the work at hand, each task an attempt to distract myself from the inevitable. My thoughts kept wandering back to Nicholas. Had he really recognized me? Or was I just being paranoid? No, I couldn’t be. There was something in his eyes, something that lingered between us, unspoken but felt. I couldn’t afford to get tangled up in it again, especially not now. By the time the last customer left and the café quieted down, I felt a strange sense of relief wash over me. One more hour and I could lock up, go home, and forget that today had even happened. “Hey, honey, I’m actually going out today, so can you lock up?” my mom’s voice pulled me from my thoughts as she finished her closing duties, pulling off her apron. “It’s just for an hour. You can handle that, right?” I hesitated. Normally, we closed the shop together, but this time, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was
Last Updated : 2025-04-01The Russian Mafia’s Queen CHAPTER 3
Chloe’s POV I woke up to the soft light filtering through the curtains, the faint sound of birds chirping outside breaking the silence. My alarm had already gone off, but I had snoozed it twice before finally dragging myself out of bed. The usual heaviness lingered in the air, an unsettling mix of dread and determination that had become part of my routine over the years. I ran a hand through my disheveled hair as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. There it was again—the ghost of the past that had somehow managed to resurface. The same cold feeling that had settled into my bones the moment I had seen him. Nicholas. Shaking my head, I forced myself to focus on the present. I had work to do. I couldn’t afford to lose myself in thoughts of him. Not again. I grabbed my clothes from the chair, the familiar motions of getting ready taking over. The morning routine was the same every day: a quick shower, then dressing in a simple black skirt and white blouse, nothing that would draw
Last Updated : 2025-04-01The Russian Mafia’s Queen CHAPTER 2
Chloe’s POV I ran until my legs burned, my breath coming in frantic gasps as I sprinted down the cobbled streets. My pulse pounded in my ears, drowning out everything else. I didn’t care where I was going, didn’t care how late it was. I just needed to get away from him. From Nicholas. The man who had haunted my nightmares for so many years was standing right in front of me. And the moment I saw him—when I locked eyes with him—I felt the fear, the pain, and the guilt all crash back into my chest like a tidal wave. I had spent ten years running from the life I had left behind, burying my memories, convincing myself that I was safe here. But it had all come crumbling down the moment I saw him. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything except run. I didn’t know if he remembered me, but I sure as hell remembered him. The man who had been part of my worst days. The man who had been involved in things I could never undo. My footsteps faltered as I turned a corner, finall
Last Updated : 2025-04-01The Russian Mafia’s Queen CHAPTER 1
Chloe’s POV “Here’s your change, sir,” I said, handing a crisp bill and a few coins to the businessman in front of me. He nodded in appreciation, gave me a polite smile, and walked out the door, the small bell chiming as he left. I let out a quiet breath and glanced around the café. My mother’s café. It had become a sanctuary for me over the years, a place of peace, warmth, and comfort. The scent of roasted coffee beans filled the air, mingling with the sweet fragrance of fresh pastries. The space was always full of life—customers engaged in lively conversation, the gentle clink of cups against saucers, and the occasional hiss of the espresso machine. It had been ten years since I left Italy. Ten years since I made the decision to disappear, to bury my past, to start over. I had been so afraid back then, so broken. The memories of that night—of what I had witnessed, of what I had survived—still haunted me. It felt like I had been running from it all my life, hiding from the fear t
Last Updated : 2025-04-01The Russian Mafia’s Queen PROLOGUE
ITALY (Venice) CHLOE The sun filtered through the curtains, its harsh rays glaring into my eyes. I groaned, slowly cracking them open. Another morning. Another day at work. My bed felt so warm and inviting, but I had responsibilities to meet. With a sigh, I pushed myself up, my body reluctantly following my will. I rubbed my eyes and dragged myself to the bathroom. As I picked up my toothbrush, the cold porcelain felt strange against my fingers. My mind was still foggy, but I went through the motions—brushing, gargling, and washing my face with water that was cool against my skin, helping me wake up just enough to face the day. The hot shower that followed felt like a temporary escape, the water falling over me in a soothing cascade. I let it run down my back, my muscles unwinding under its comforting heat. I scrubbed away the remnants of yesterday’s exhaustion. After a few minutes, I stepped out, wrapped a towel around myself, and made my way back to the bedroom. The mirror refle
Last Updated : 2025-04-01
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PROLOGUE
ITALY (Venice) CHLOE The sun filtered through the curtains, its harsh rays glaring into my eyes. I groaned, slowly cracking them open. Another morning. Another day at work. My bed felt so warm and inviting, but I had responsibilities to meet. With a sigh, I pushed myself up, my body reluctantly following my will. I rubbed my eyes and dragged myself to the bathroom. As I picked up my toothbrush, the cold porcelain felt strange against my fingers. My mind was still foggy, but I went through the motions—brushing, gargling, and washing my face with water that was cool against my skin, helping me wake up just enough to face the day. The hot shower that followed felt like a temporary escape, the water falling over me in a soothing cascade. I let it run down my back, my muscles unwinding under its comforting heat. I scrubbed away the remnants of yesterday’s exhaustion. After a few minutes, I stepped out, wrapped a towel around myself, and made my way back to the bedroom. The mirror refle...
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