She hated them.
They loved her with everything in them.
The universe truly has a sick way of telling you it's there, doesn't it? From being kidnapped to being abused, that was all Arabella saw in life. It was all she ever knew. They tell you to ke...
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After a long session at the gym, Xander was exhausted. He hadn't been sleeping well either, which wasn't helping. Every time he closed his eyes, all he could see was his sister's pale little body on a hospital bed. The thought of her starving herself—and him not even realizing—made him mad. So mad.
He had already lost his sister once. He couldn't bear to lose her again.
As he walked past the front hall, he heard the doorbell ring. Making his way over, he opened it to find one of the guards holding a black box wrapped in a red ribbon.
"Sir, someone dropped off a package. He said his name was Leon."
Xander furrowed his brows. Leon? The name danced at the edge of his memory, frustratingly familiar but just out of reach. Nodding, he took the package from the guard and closed the door behind him.
He placed the box on the nearest table and pressed his ear against it. In their world, a simple package could just as easily be a bomb. When he heard nothing, he slowly opened it—only to find a single envelope nestled at the bottom.
Frowning, he pulled it out and unfolded the letter.
As his eyes scanned the page, his body began to stiffen. Line by line, word by word, his fury built until it radiated off him like heat. He was already a monster—everyone knew that. But no one truly understood what it meant.
And right now? He was ready to unleash hell.
Storming into Vincent's office, he slammed the door, shocking everyone inside. Almost everyone—except the women—were there, likely discussing business.
"What have I said about knocking?" Vincent snapped, irritation clear in his voice.
Xander said nothing. He threw the letter down on the table in front of him, arms crossed, eyes blazing.
Vincent glanced at him with confusion before picking up the paper and beginning to read. As his eyes moved across the page, his rage surfaced—dark, sharp, suffocating. He passed the letter to Alejandro, whose jaw clenched as his fists curled.
One by one, the men around the table read the letter. One by one, the storm in the room grew darker, angrier. The air turned heavy. The tension could be felt from miles away.
No one messes with the mafia princess.
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