Mia Valisteen was thrust into a dangerous world when her mother married Ray Valisteen, a feared Mafia lord. At just fourteen, she learned to navigate the treacherous life of the Mafia Princess, her every move watched and exploited by her stepfather’s enemies. On her eighteenth birthday, Mia was kidnapped by Dylan Griffin, known as “The Devil,” who sought revenge against her stepfather for a betrayal that destroyed his family. But Mia proved resilient, escaping Dylan’s clutches and disappearing into the shadows of Italy. Four years later, Mia has become a legend in her own right—a powerful Mafia boss feared by all. But her past catches up to her when her best friend, Mimi, is kidnapped by none other than Dylan. Forced to face the man who shattered her life, Mia is dragged into a dangerous game where love and hate blur, and loyalty is tested at every turn. Dylan’s obsession with Mia becomes his greatest weakness. As their worlds collide, Mia and Dylan must decide whether they’ll destroy each other—or unite to bring down those who betrayed them both.
View MoreChapter 41. Little OneThree months. Ninety-two days. Over two thousand hours. That’s how long it had been since Dylan left. Since he walked out of my life without so much as a backward glance, leaving me with more questions than answers.And now, I was losing my mind.The mornings were the worst. I’d wake up expecting to hear his low voice rumbling through the apartment, teasing me with that infuriating smirk of his. But the silence that greeted me was deafening. I hated how my first thought every day was of him—wondering where he was, if he was alive, if he even remembered I existed.I sat on the couch, staring blankly at the TV that played some forgettable movie. My legs were curled beneath me, my fingers gripping a mug of coffee that had long gone cold.“Idiot,” I muttered to myself, taking a sip anyway.Dylan’s face filled my mind again, unbidden. His caramel skin catching the faintest hint of light, the sharp line of his jaw, the intensity in his eyes that made you feel like you
Chapter 40. Dylan.I sat on the edge of the bed, my elbows resting on my knees as I stared at the floor. The words I needed to say clawed at my throat, but I couldn’t bring myself to speak them. Not yet. The faint hum of the city outside filled the silence, but it did little to calm the storm in my chest.I glanced over at Mia, who was pacing the room, her arms crossed tightly against her chest. She was mad—rightfully so—but it wasn’t her anger that made this hard. It was the way she looked at me, like she was still holding on to the hope that I’d stop keeping things from her. That I’d finally let her in.I ran a hand through my hair, taking a steadying breath. “Mia,” I started, my voice rough.She stopped pacing, turning to face me. Her piercing eyes locked onto mine, and I felt that familiar pang of guilt.“What?” she asked, her tone sharp, though there was a flicker of unease beneath it.I straightened up, forcing myself to meet her gaze. “Liam and I…we’re leaving.”Her expression
Chapter 39. Big Bad Wolf I sat back down on the edge of my bed, running a hand through my hair. This wasn’t just about me anymore. Whatever secrets Mimi and Dylan were keeping, they were tied to something bigger. Something dangerous.And I’m right in the middle of it.I lay back down, staring at the ceiling again. The cold seeped into my bones, but I didn’t bother grabbing another blanket. My mind churned with questions I didn’t have answers to.For now, I’d let Dylan sleep it off. But when morning came, he was going to explain everything—whether he liked it or not.—The first rays of sunlight seeped through the cracks in the curtains, illuminating the room with a soft golden glow. I stirred awake, the chill of the room biting against my skin. For a brief moment, I forgot about the events of last night, but the sound of movement on the couch brought it all back.I sat up, my eyes locking onto Dylan as he groaned and rubbed his temples. He looked like absolute hell—hair disheveled, s
Chapter 38. Big Bad Wolf.One minute we were having a conversation at the party, and the next, I was dragging Dylan's drunk ass back to my room. I stumbled down the dimly lit hallway, hitting walls and any other unfortunate objects in my path. How did this even happen? Isn't he supposed to be the man feared by everyone, the one who acts like the king of the world? Now here I was, struggling to haul his sorry self back because I couldn’t find his room keys—or even a damn phone on him. The more I thought about it, the more it felt like this was intentional.I adjusted my grip on him, pulling him closer by the waist. Damn, he had a small waist—muscled, but not too much. His body was toned like that of a model: perfect height, perfect build, and, of course, his infuriatingly perfect face. No wonder women constantly surrounded him despite his garbage personality. But it wasn’t just his looks. His ocean-blue eyes, those rare windows to his soul, always seemed emotionless at first glance. Ye
Chapter 37. Just business alright.Dylan held up his hands in mock surrender, his grin never faltering. “Alright, alright. I’ll leave you to it, boss. But if you ever decide you need a break from all that thinking, you know where to find me.”I rolled my eyes, already regretting engaging with him. “Somewhere being insufferable, I assume, and shouldn't you be part of this thinking?”“Exactly,” he said, ignoring the other question,, and winked before turning on his heel and strolling toward the door. “Don’t work too hard, Marian. Stress isn’t good for that pretty face of yours.”The door clicked shut behind him, leaving me alone with the maps and my growing irritation. Mimi looked up from her blade, her expression somewhere between amused and disgusted.“How do you even tolerate him?” she asked, shaking her head. “I swear, if he talked to me like that, I’d—”“Kill him?” I interrupted, glancing over at her. “Trust me, the thought crosses my mind at least three times a day.”Mimi smirked,
Chapter 36. Phase 1. Planning.The tension in the room was thick, but my voice cut through it like a blade. “Enough.”Mimi and Liam both turned to look at me, their hostility momentarily redirected. I straightened my posture, meeting their gazes head-on. “This isn’t helping. If we’re going to stand any chance against the Vagaz twins, we need to work together, not tear each other apart.”Mimi huffed, crossing her arms as she leaned back against the table. “Fine. But don’t expect me to keep quiet when he starts spouting nonsense.”Liam rolled his eyes, but he, too, stepped back, muttering under his breath, “Like I care what she thinks.”Mia, still visibly rattled from the confrontation with Dylan, turned to face the group. Her voice was calm, but I could hear the underlying frustration. “Let’s focus. Dylan may be an arrogant bastard, but he’s right about one thing: unity is the only way we’ll survive this. The Vagaz twins won’t hesitate to exploit even the smallest crack in our defenses
Chapter 35: AllianceThe murmur of dissent rippled through the crowd, but Dylan silenced it with a sharp glance, his commanding presence suffocating any further arguments. “I know many of you don’t trust me. That’s fair. But trust isn’t what’s going to win this fight. Strategy, strength, and unity will.”From my place near the corner of the hall, I watched as Mia stepped forward, her voice cutting through the tension like a blade. “This alliance isn’t about friendship or forgiveness. It’s about survival. The Vagaz twins have already infiltrated smaller factions, and it’s only a matter of time before they come for us. We either stand together, or we fall alone.”I couldn’t help but admire her composure, even as the weight of her words settled uneasily over the room. The Vagaz twins were no ordinary threat—they were the kind of nightmare that lingered long after you woke up.One of Mia’s older advisors stepped forward, his grizzled face shadowed with doubt. “And what happens when the tw
Chapter 34: An Uneasy AllianceMia sat stiffly in the dimly lit meeting hall, her arms crossed and her gaze locked on Dylan as he leaned against the opposite wall, a picture of effortless authority. The weight of the past days—secrets unearthed, betrayals revealed, and a future steeped in uncertainty—pressed down on her like a suffocating shroud.“You’re asking me to trust you,” she said, her tone cutting through the tense silence. “After everything I’ve just learned?”Dylan straightened, his expression unreadable. “I’m not asking for trust. I’m asking for a truce.”Mia narrowed her eyes, suspicion sharpening her features. “A truce? You mean you want something from me.”“Not just from you,” Dylan replied, his voice calm but laced with an undercurrent of urgency. “From both of us. Our clans. Together, we have a chance to stop the Vagaz twins. Alone, we’ll be picked off, one by one.”The mention of the twins sent a shiver down Mia’s spine. The Vagaz siblings—ruthless, cunning, and dange
Chapter 33: Fractured TruthsThree days had passed since Mia regained consciousness, and the absence of Dylan was beginning to gnaw at her nerves. The silence he left in his wake was deafening, and every moment without answers weighed heavier on her chest. Mimi, ever the doting presence, remained close, though her constant apologies had started to chip away at Mia’s patience.Mia sat upright in bed, her strength slowly returning, though the dull ache in her body was a constant reminder of her ordeal. Mimi hovered near the bedside table, fiddling with a tray of food she’d brought in earlier.“Are you ever going to stop apologizing?” Mia asked, her voice sharper than she intended.Mimi flinched, her fingers tightening around the edge of the tray. “I just… I feel terrible, Mia. I keep thinking about how this could’ve been avoided if I’d done things differently.”Mia narrowed her eyes, suspicion creeping into her tone. “You’ve been saying that for days now. Did you do something wrong whil
Mia’s POVLife had always been simple. Predictable, even. Just me and my mom in our small apartment, surrounded by the familiar scent of her lavender candles and the comforting hum of her sewing machine. She worked tirelessly to keep us afloat, her delicate fingers stitching together our modest existence.Then he appeared.Ray Valisteen.The first time I saw him, he was sitting at our kitchen table, a place far too humble for someone who looked like he belonged on the cover of a luxury magazine. His suit was sharp enough to cut through steel, his smile easy, almost disarming. But it was his eyes that struck me—dark, calculating, and cold.I was only fourteen, but I wasn’t stupid. Men like him didn’t show up out of nowhere. He wasn’t here for a simple family dinner.“Call me Ray,” he said, his voice smooth like melted chocolate. He leaned back in the rickety chair, completely at ease, as if the peeling wallpaper and chipped plates didn’t bother him. “Your mother has told me so much abo...
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