Mia's POV.
I let out another groan, my head pounding like a war drum. My arms felt like lead, and my throat was dry enough to crack. I shifted on the cold, hard floor, realizing I couldn't move my wrists—zip-ties. The bite of the plastic around my skin made me grit my teeth as memories of the night slammed into me.
Dylan Griffin.
The son of the man Ray killed. The charming bastard had drugged my drink and dragged me into this mess.
"Shit," I muttered under my breath, forcing myself to sit up. The room was barely lit, the flickering bulb above casting more shadows than light. My eyes darted around, taking in the stark, empty space—four walls, no windows, and a single steel door.
“How do I get out of here?” I whispered to myself, flexing my wrists against the restraints. The pain grounded me, and I welcomed it. I needed to focus, not panic.
Footsteps echoed outside, sharp and deliberate. The heavy door creaked open, and Dylan stepped in.
“Awake already?” he mused, his lips curling into a smirk. He looked annoyingly composed, dressed in casual clothes that somehow made him appear even more intimidating.
“Cut the smug act,” I snapped, my voice hoarse. “What do you want?”
Dylan leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms as he stared down at me. “Straight to the point. I like that.”
I glared, refusing to let him see any fear. “Don’t waste my time, Griffin.”
His smirk faltered for a moment, replaced by something colder. “I want what your father owes me. His blood built his empire, and now, you’re going to help me tear it down.”
I scoffed, ignoring the ache in my body. “And you think kidnapping me will do that? Ray doesn’t care about anyone but himself.”
“Maybe,” Dylan said, his tone measured. “But you’re not just anyone, are you? You’re the Valisteen Princess. The perfect pawn.”
The word pawn hit a nerve, but I kept my expression neutral. I wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of a reaction.
“Here’s how this works, Mia,” Dylan continued, crouching down to my level. “You stay alive as long as your father cooperates. If he doesn’t... well, let’s just say your little fairytale life comes to an abrupt end.”
I leaned forward despite the restraints, meeting his gaze head-on. “You really think this is going to work? And who the fuck told you my life is a freaking fearytale? Its a bloody nightmare you asshole. Ray will tear you apart before he even considers bargaining with you.”
Dylan’s jaw tightened, but he quickly masked it with an easy grin. “We’ll see about that.”
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Over the next three days, I learned two things about Dylan Griffin: he was methodical, and he didn’t underestimate his enemies.
I was kept under constant surveillance, barely allowed to move. Every time he visited, I could feel his eyes studying me, analyzing every word I said, every move I made.
What surprised me, though, was how much I got under his skin. Oh the satisfaction I got for it was overwhelming.
“You’re awfully chatty for someone in your position,” he remarked on the second day, his tone laced with irritation.
“Maybe I just enjoy pissing you off,” I shot back, smirking despite the ache in my ribs.
His eyes narrowed, but he didn’t respond. Instead, he stood and walked out, slamming the door behind him.
Still, I noticed the cracks in his cold exterior. For all his threats and bravado, he couldn’t entirely mask the flicker of something else—something softer—when he looked at me. But whatever it was, he buried it deep.
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By the third day, I was ready to lose my mind. My wrists were raw from the restraints, my stomach growling from the barely edible scraps they called food. I knew Dylan intentionally wouldn't let me set foot outside this stupid prison because he knows I would have found my way out of this shithole the second he did. This place is slowly driving me mad and I hate the fact that I can't do much but hope to God that someone found my signal through the tracking device in my earnings. Now normally I would have preferred Victor but right now, anyone would do.
Then, God finally decide to answer my prayers, Victor’s voice came through.
It was faint at first, a whisper through the thin walls. “Mia, can you hear me?”
I froze, my heart pounding. “Victor?” I hissed back, pressing my ear to the wall. I nearly squeak with joy but swallowed it back.
“Hold tight. I’ve got a plan, but you need to stay sharp. Can you stand?”
“Barely,” I admitted, my voice shaking with relief.
“Doesn’t matter. When the lights go out, run to the east side. I’ll handle the rest. Can you realse your hands?”
“I already did, long before you asked." I replied, an evil but proud at myself grin played on my face. Minutes felt like hours, but when the lights finally flickered and died, I didn’t hesitate.
I stumbled through the darkened corridors, my limbs screaming in protest. Shouts echoed behind me, Dylan’s men scrambling to contain the chaos Victor had orchestrated. I still can fully understand how that man does his things but I don't think about that and kept running.
When I reached the east wing, a set of hands grabbed me. I almost screamed before I heard Victor’s familiar growl.
“Let’s go,” he snapped, hauling me toward an unmarked car waiting outside.
The engine roared to life, and we sped away, leaving Dylan and his men in the dust.
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Two days later, I stood on the balcony of a small villa in Italy, the warm breeze brushing against my skin.
Victor was inside, making arrangements for my stay. “It’s safer here,” he’d told me. “For now.”
I stared out at the horizon, my mind racing. Dylan had underestimated me, and now, he’d have to p
ay for it.
I wasn’t just the Valisteen Princess. I was a survivor. And this wasn’t over.
Mia's POV. Italy smelled like freedom and fresh espresso. It was a stark contrast to the suffocating opulence of my past life. Here, I wasn’t the Valisteen Princess; I was just Mia. No bodyguards trailing my every move, no constant threats looming over my head. Or at least, that’s what I wanted to believe.But danger had a way of finding me. That bitch.It's been three weeks since I escaped the chaos Dylan Griffin left behind with the help of Victor, who I told to go back to Ray. I kept my head down, moving from town to town, never staying anywhere long enough to be noticed. The quiet anonymity was comforting at first, but I couldn’t ignore the itch in the back of my mind—the urge to reclaim what had been stolen from me.I had just stepped out of a cafe in Florence when the first shot rang out. Instinct kicked in before I even registered what was happening. I dove behind a parked Vespa, my heart pounding as bullets sprayed across the cobblestone street. Tourists screamed and scattere
Mia's POV. “Wow, I can't believe we built this in just four years," Mimi said, walking towards the balcony of my office. The doors were made of glass, bulletproof glass. It's been four years since I escaped from Dylan Griffith. Mimi, and built my own empire with the help of Mimi and Victor. A sigh escaped my lips. This is the sixth time she has been repeating the same words; now I can recite it without missing a word. “Mimi, what do you want?" I asked, pushing my laptop to the side. I lean forward, place both my elbows on my table, my hands facing down as I rest my head on them, looking up at her like an injured puppy. Well, I wasn't physically injured, but mentally, I was with her constant blabbing that never seemed to end as soon as she walked in thirty minutes ago. “What do you want?" I ask again. She turned to look at me with a surprised look that obviously was fake, one arm crossed on her chest and the other pointing to herself. “Me?" “No, I was talking to the handsome ghost
Mia's POVI smirked faintly. “Something like that. Someone has to keep a clear head around here.”He tilted his glass toward me. “Don’t think I didn’t notice you actually dancing. A rare sight.”“Don’t get used to it,” I said, but there was no bite to my words.Victor chuckled lightly, his gaze scanning the room. His sharp eyes lingered on each corner as if he were silently calculating exit routes and assessing threats even in the middle of a celebration.“You know,” he said after a pause, “it’s moments like this that remind me why we do what we do. These people—your people—look at you like you’re invincible. Like you’ve given them something no one else could.”I stared into my glass, swirling the amber liquid. “And what’s that?”“Hope,” he said simply.I didn’t reply, the weight of his words settling heavily on me. Hope. It wasn’t something I’d set out to give anyone, but somehow, it had become part of what I represented.The moment was interrupted by Mimi, who came bounding over wit
Dylan's POV. The echo of my footsteps was the only sound in the dimly lit corridor as I led the newcomer deeper into the clan's dungeon. The air was damp and thick with the metallic scent of blood, mixed with that faint hum of the fear that lingered like a permanent resident. The walls, lined with chains and archaic iron tools, bore the weight of history only whispered about. “This…" I said, my voice low and calculated, " is where we remind people of the consequences of betrayal.” my words were calm but the undertone carried the sharp edge of a knife. The man nodded rapidly, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. His bravado from earlier had melted away the moment we descended those stairs. The dungeon had that effect—it stripped away masks, leaving people with nothing but their raw, trembling truths.Liam, my ever-annoying second-in-command, leaned against the rusted iron bars of one of the cells, a cigarette lazily hanging from his lips. “Really laying it on thick today, aren’
Dylan's POV. The private jet landed smoothly on the tarmac in Florence, Italy, the hum of its engines fading into the quiet night. This mission was critical—an opportunity to secure a deal that would expand our influence into Europe. A dangerous cartel had been encroaching on our territory, and tonight’s meeting was to remind them why crossing me was a mistake.Usually, I do this alone and not risk the lives of my clan members so recklessly, but they insisted, and I need them to be there in case shit goes sideways.“Ah, Italy,” Liam said, stepping out onto the runway with a dramatic stretch. “The land of wine, romance, and fucking crime. Think we’ll have time for sightseeing?”“Focus, you dickhead,” I muttered, scanning the surroundings. “This isn’t a vacation. After the mission, you can stick whatever is under your pants into whatever pussy you want.” “Harsh," he cries mockingly. “ But just thinking about it is making me a little excited." “Keep it in your pants.” I muttered not wa
Mia's POV. “Mia, you need to get laid.” In response, I wrap my lips around my straw and slurp my blueberry martini as deeply as my mouth would allow. Mimi, my best friend and second in command, eyes me, entirely unimpressed and impatient based on the quirk of her brow.I think I need a bigger mount. More alcohol would fit in better. I don’t say this out loud because I can bet my left ass cheek that her follow-up response would be to use it for a bigger dick instead.When I continue sucking on the straw, she reaches over and ripes the plastic from my lips. I've reached the bottom of the glass a solid fifteen seconds ago and have just been sucking through the straw. It's the most action my mouth has gotten in two years now. “Woah, personal space," I mumble, setting the glass down. I avoid Mimi's eyes, searching the bar stand for Danny to make another blueberry martini for me and maybe a glass of whiskey for Mimi to cool off. The faster I have the straw in my mouth again, the slower
Mia's POV The morning sun was shining through the window of my office, casting a faint golden glow on the polished wooden floor. I sat behind my desk, the remnants of last night’s work scattered in front of me—a half-empty glass of whiskey, crumpled maps, and notes detailing our upcoming plans.It had been hours since Mimi left for the café, and my gut told me something wasn’t right. She never took this long, not without checking in. My calls went unanswered, and her phone went straight to voicemail; I wanted to go in search of her but held myself back, thinking she might have hooked up with someone. I ran my hands through my hair, the tension in my body palpable. "Where the hell are you, Mimi?" I muttered under my breath.A sharp knock at the door broke my thoughts. One of my guards, Marco, stepped in, his expression tight with worry.“Ma’am,” he said cautiously, “we’ve got a situation.”My chest tightened. “What is it?”He hesitated before stepping fully inside and handing me a sm
Mia's POV.The envelope felt heavier than it should have, even though it held just a single piece of paper. The audacity of the note had my blood boiling, the mocking tone of Dylan’s words ringing loud in my mind.“Had enough of this cat and mouse chase?”I crumpled the note in my fist, my jaw clenched so tight it hurt. Dylan Griffin wanted a confrontation, and I was going to give him one.“Marco,” I barked, my voice echoing through the war room.He was at my side in seconds. “Yes, boss?”“Get me a secure line. We’re contacting Dylan.”Victor tensed from across the table. “Mia, are you sure about this? You’re walking into his game. That’s exactly what he wants.”I turned to face him, my glare icy. “He already has the upper hand. The longer we play by his rules, the further away Mimi gets. If he wants me to meet him, then fine. I’ll meet him. But I’ll make sure he regrets it.”Marco didn’t waste any time, pulling out a satellite phone and setting it up on the table. Within moments, I w
Chapter 70: Silent PactsThe faint blue light from the laptop screen flickered across my face, casting shadows along the cracked walls of my room. Mimi sat beside me, legs crossed, clutching the edge of her oversized sweater like it would somehow shield her from the conversation we were about to have.Victor's face appeared on the screen, his dark eyes heavy with exhaustion. The scar running down his temple looked deeper under the dim lighting—like the weight of the clan had carved itself into his skin."Mia." His gruff voice filled the small space. "Mimi.""Victor." I nodded, keeping my expression neutral.Mimi mumbled a small greeting, eyes flicking between the screen and her fingers knotted together on her lap.I leaned forward, elbows resting on my knees."How is everyone?"The silence that followed was answer enough.Victor's jaw tightened, his gaze dropping for half a second before he forced himself to meet my eyes again."Not good."I swallowed hard.I already knew that. I just
Chapter 69: Unseen BattlesThe training room was quieter than usual, the faint creak of leather dummies and the rhythmic thud of fists against sandbags filling the air. Only Mimi and I were here—exactly how I preferred it.No prying eyes. No whispered threats. Just the steady repetition of punches and the burn of tired muscles.I adjusted the wraps on my knuckles, the rough fabric biting into my skin. Across from me, Mimi was trying—and failing—to keep her form steady. Her small fists landed weakly against the worn-out dummy, frustration flickering in her brown eyes.“Breathe,” I reminded her softly. “You’re stiff.”Mimi exhaled sharply, setting her jaw as she struck again—slightly better, but not enough.It would take time. I knew that. But time wasn’t something we could afford in this place.The door creaked open behind us, breaking the fragile stillness. Instinct tightened my spine, muscles coiling beneath my skin as I shot a glance over my shoulder.Jared.I forced myself to relax
Chapter 68: Unwelcome Guest(Celeste’s POV)Mia should not be here.She should have left the moment she was strong enough to walk again. Yet here she was, still lingering in our clan like a parasite, acting as if she belonged. And worse—Dylan was letting her.I watched from across the training grounds as he stood beside her, his usual guarded expression softer than I had ever seen. His posture was relaxed, his words directed only at her, and for a brief, infuriating second, she smiled at something he said.I clenched my fists so hard my nails dug into my palms.Dylan was mine.I had stood beside him long before she was ever a thought in his world. I had earned my place in this clan, bled for it, fought for it. And she? She was an outsider who had done nothing but take. Dylan had saved her. Fed her. Protected her. And she had the audacity to act like she deserved any of it.No. If she thought she could stay here without consequences, she was dead wrong.I turned on my heel, heading str
Chapter 67: Almost NormalI wasn’t used to stillness.For weeks, my body had been a battlefield—pain, exhaustion, frustration all warring inside me. But now, I could move. I could walk without someone hovering over me, sit up without feeling like my ribs would crack in half. I still wasn’t at full strength, but at least I could do things on my own. And that alone made all the difference.I was done being treated like I was fragile.Which was why I was currently sitting in Dylan’s dining hall, surrounded by his clan members, pretending like I belonged here.Spoiler alert: I didn’t.The dining hall was lively—filled with the scent of roasted meat, fresh bread, and something rich and spiced I couldn’t quite place. It should have been warm, welcoming. But instead, the tension clung to the air like smoke, thick and suffocating.Conversations were happening, but none of them included me. People exchanged words in low voices, their gazes flicking toward me every now and then before snapping
Chapter 66: A Slightly Less Annoying BastardLiam was an insufferable, arrogant, pain-in-the-ass bastard.That much had always been a fact, a universal truth I held onto like a lifeline.Which is why the fact that I was looking at him differently right now was making me extremely uncomfortable.I didn’t know when it happened. Maybe it was when he pulled me out of the river. Or maybe it was before that—when he shoved me out of the way and took the hit meant for me. Or maybe—just maybe—it was when I caught him gritting his teeth through the pain, brushing it off like it was nothing, like he hadn’t just been stabbed trying to keep me from getting hurt.Either way, the damage was done.And I hated it.Hated that my brain was now trying to rewrite everything I knew about him.Hated that I was sitting beside him now, pressing a cloth to the wound on his side, instead of making fun of him for getting hurt in the first place.Hated that, for the first time since I met him, I wasn’t looking at
Chapter 65: Shocking Truth. I shifted under the blanket, trying to find the right words, but before I could speak, there was a knock at the door.Dylan’s expression darkened immediately. He stood, his movements fluid and controlled, and crossed the room in three long strides. When he pulled the door open, a familiar voice filled the space.“Well, you look like absolute shit,” Liam said casually, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation.“You look dead." Dylan replied bluntly. I blinked.Mimi was on his shoulders like a sack of potatoes.Correction: one hand was gripping his hair like reins, her expression a mix of triumph and mild disappointment, like she hadn’t yet decided if she was going to spare his life or not.“Let go of my hair, gremlin,” Liam grumbled. “Your best friend's awake." Liam sighed through his nose, clearly regretting every decision that led him here. “You said you wanted to see Mia. You saw her. Now get down.”Mimi huffed but released him, sliding down h
Chapter 64: TruthsThe first thing I noticed when I woke up was the warmth.It pressed against my skin, unfamiliar yet oddly grounding. The second thing was the quiet—a thick, weighted kind of silence that settled over the room, only broken by the faint crackle of fire in the hearth.The air smelled of something faintly herbal, mixed with the lingering scent of worn leather and something undeniably familiar. It took me a second to realize what it was—him.I blinked, my vision adjusting to the dim glow of lanterns casting soft shadows against the stone walls. The mattress beneath me was firm yet comfortable, the blanket draped over me thick and heavy, as if someone had made sure I wouldn’t get cold.Slowly, I turned my head. And that was when I saw him.Dylan.He was sitting beside my bed, elbows resting on his knees, his hands clasped loosely together. His usually sharp, calculating eyes were cast downward, unfocused, his entire posture weighed down by something I couldn’t quite name.
Chapter 63: GoneSomething was wrong.I felt it the moment I stepped into the infirmary.The air was too still. The faint scent of antiseptic clung to the walls, the sterile quiet pressing in from all sides. But it wasn’t the silence that put me on edge. It was the absence.She wasn’t here.Mia was gone.A slow, sharp breath pushed past my lips as my gaze swept the room. The bed was empty, the thin sheets rumpled but untouched for hours. The IV stand stood abandoned beside it, its tubing cut—not pulled, not yanked—cut.She hadn’t just left.She had planned it.A low growl rumbled in my chest as I turned sharply toward the door. The halls outside stretched into quiet emptiness, dimly lit by the soft glow of lanterns along the stone walls. No signs of movement. No lingering traces of her scent.She was weak—too weak to be wandering the estate alone. She had barely woken up. Her body wasn’t ready for this.And yet, she had vanished.A sharp voice cut through my thoughts. “Dylan?”I turne
Chapter 62: Where the Flowers BloomPain wrapped around me like a second skin. It wasn't sharp, not anymore—it had dulled into something constant, an ache that settled deep in my bones. My body felt heavy, my limbs stiff fro0m exhaustion, but something tugged at me, pulling me away from the comfort of sleep.I fought through the haze, forcing my eyes open. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of a lamp casting long shadows against the walls. The scent of antiseptic hung thick in the air, masking the faint metallic trace of blood.I wasn’t dead.That should have been a relief. It wasn’t.I shifted slightly, my muscles protesting the movement. My arms and torso were wrapped in fresh bandages, the fabric pressing against the tender wounds beneath. Someone had taken care of me. Sarah, probably.A soft exhale left my lips.I should have stayed in bed. My body needed rest, needed time to heal. But the feeling in my chest—the pull—was too strong to ignore. It gnawed at me, restless and insi