Liam's eyes fluttered open, the world a blur of muted colors and shifting shadows. His head throbbed with a dull, persistent ache as he struggled to piece together where he was and how he had ended up here.
The room was dimly lit, the heavy scent of cigar smoke hanging in the air. Slowly, his vision sharpened, revealing an opulent bedroom lined with dark mahogany furniture and thick, red velvet curtains.
"Aidan," a voice called out, smooth and authoritative.
Liam's gaze settled on a man seated on the side sofa, his sharp eyes fixed intently on him.
"Who...who are you?" Liam croaked, his voice raw and unfamiliar to his own ears. "Where am I?"
Desmond stood up with exhilaration, "Oh my God, Aidan! You're finally awake!"
But in seconds, the enthusiasm turned into melancholy as he muttered, "But, you don't remember anything, brother."
He looked desolated as if he was feeling despondency because his 'brother' didn't remember him anymore. Desmond had always been good at manipulation and today, he was playing his best game.
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RomanceCaged, abused and tortured, Ariana's life had been a living hell until she was forced to spy on the most dangerous mafia in the whole world, La Cosa Nostra. Will her life take an unexpected turn or will the revelation of a catastrophic secret ruin h...