"Nobody is allowed between these pretty little thighs but me....and if anyone tries...𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦."
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They call him The King-a ghost who rules the world's most powerful mafia from the shadows. No face. No mercy. No mistakes.
And beside...
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Aria Sylvaine King.
Luca repeated the name like a prayer in his head, over and over—soft, reverent, grounding. It sounded like it belonged in a fairy tale. A name carved in gold across the cover of some forgotten book hidden on a palace shelf. Ethereal. Regal. Untouchable.
It suited her.
Even when she was covered in blood, dragging a knife across a man's throat with no flicker of hesitation—she had still looked like royalty. A storm wrapped in velvet. Her name only made the illusion more haunting. Or maybe it wasn't an illusion at all.
Maybe it was the truth.
Aria Sylvaine King. The last heir to an extinct empire. The daughter of ghosts. The girl with molten gold eyes and a voice that had once made him believe the world could be beautiful.
He clenched his jaw.
And now that name would be broadcast on every screen. That name—her name—no longer a secret, no longer his. It belonged to the world now. To headlines, to bullet casings, to whispered legends. And to three boys inside that house who had just found out their sister wasn't dead ten years ago.
She had only just started living.
A long silence stretched in the living room, broken only by the steady murmur of the news anchor reciting yet another raid. The flicker of Aria's face—her face—still ghosted on the television screen, scorched into the back of their eyes.
Felix rubbed a hand over his jaw, staring at the floor as though the answers might rise from it. "We need to know who leaked it. Her identity. Her position. All of it."
Elias nodded slowly. "Yeah. But before we can figure out who exposed her... we need to understand how she disappeared in the first place."
"How she faked her death," Milo murmured, voice tight. "Ten years ago. If she was trafficked—if they sold her—then how the hell did she vanish from every trace?"
The room shifted.
"That's the key," Elias said, firmer now. "That's where the cracks began. If we can find out how she went dark, we might be able to track who knew she was alive all these years. Who was complicit."
"Someone other than grandpa who knew that Aria well was...Aria."
Starr folded her arms, eyes narrowing as she scanned the room. "Then let's start at the root."
She paused. Her voice dropped.
"Who was the last person to see her before she got trafficked?"
"Ex-boyfriend," Elias muttered, his voice brittle.
