Elara Quinn couldn't remember when running stopped being escape and became instinct. She had slept in broken sheds, woken with dirt on her face and someone else's blood on her hands. Her village still clung to her skin like smoke. Raven Hollow wasn't home. It was a place where questions died before they reached her. A city that didn't greet her-just watched. The alleys were wrong. Too quiet. Too loud. Every shadow felt like it was whispering her name. She kept her head down. It didn't matter. Eyes had already found her. She felt Damon Blackwell before she ever saw him- a shift in the air, a silent promise of danger settling on her spine. Then came Cassian Ward. His gaze held no curiosity-just a cold, broken calm of a man who'd destroyed more than he'd ever saved. Their eyes met once. It was enough. He wasn't safe. None of this was. Streets twisted behind her. Whispers followed. Old memories crawled out of the dark. She came to disappear. Raven Hollow wanted to study her instead. And two predators had already marked the girl who tried so hard not to exist.

Irina came to the city with quiet hopes and a heart still untouched by the cruelty of the world. She never meant to stand out. But she did-to the wrong man. Louis Velinova doesn't live in headlines. He lives in shadows. A powerful, unseen owner of a corporate empire, untouchable by law, unknown to the public. To most, he doesn't exist. To Irina, he became god and executioner. He stole her from everything she knew. He buried the people she loved. He twisted her days into silence and her nights into survival. And he called it love. He told her she was his. He made her bleed and kneel and shatter. All with the quiet, methodical obsession of a man who had been broken long before he broke her. But Irina never became him. She never became cruel. She became patient. This isn't a love story. It's the slow, sharp tale of a girl who was hunted-and the man who thought she could never strike back. He created the ending with his own hands. She just delivered it.

"please, I'm sorry, I won't do it aga-" She screamed "I know you won't doll" Lucian smiled "but bad girls needs punishment" August cried. Alexandar and Elijah smirked. ...................... The only thing that 17 year old August desired all her life was to turn 18 and leave the hellhole she has been surviving in. She had it all all planned out but everything got ruined when they entered and then she realized that it was worse than everything that she had previously gone through. They. Alexander, Lucian and Elijah. The three devils who were worshipped by women and envied by men but feared by everyone. They had it all planned out, get married for their business, conquer all big giants but everything crashed when they saw her in their own weddings. Who she was?? Their brides's sister

Her siren ebony eyes sang to him a beautiful melody of fear so hypnotizing that he could not find it in himself to look away. For the first time, he felt his heartbeat drumming violently against his ribcage, a reaction to her call. He heard her song, and he was coming. With the corner of his lips curved into a smirk, he marched towards her; if drowning and burning into holy water was what it took to have her, he would swim right through it because she was his the moment he laid his eyes on her. ... Trigger warning‼️This story contains many graphic themes that touches sensitive topics, which some readers may find uncomfortable. ‼️AGAIN! THIS STORY CONTAINS MANY GRAPHIC REFERENCES, NO WARNING WILL BE GIVEN BEYOND THIS POINT.‼️