God of Wrath meets the goddess of chaos.. what could go wrong!? YES, EVERYTHING ▪︎ Jeremy Volkov was having a normal night. As normal as it could be for a mafia prince in a club, peacefully having a drink. But then.. She came. Entering like a storm of chaos, wearing a black F1 bomber jacket, black ripped jeans, and combat boots. She sat in his booth like she fucking owned the place. Took his drink with that goddamn smirk. She challenged him like that. And who was she? She was Aristia King. The Queen speed of tracks and Aiden King's youngest. Jeremy Volkov was challenged and offended. In his own territory? He was gonna make her pay... Wrath + Chaos = 𝘙𝘢𝘨𝘦

This is a fanfiction of Vaughn Morozov (son of Kirill Morozov). This story is not canon. All the characters belong to Rina Kent. Vivian I was supposed to keep my head down. Finish what I started. Go back to being the good daughter. One mistake. One wrong decision. And I ended up in the wrong place, at the wrong time-caught in the sight of the wrong man. Him. He wears danger like a second skin. He watches. He waits. He is a silent predator, and I am his next prey. Vaughn One thing my father always taught me: keep your friends close and your enemies closer. She's a distraction. She's a temptation. In our world, a man who gives in to temptation signs his own death warrant. I should've let her go. But I can't. Not until I uncover every secret she's hiding-even if it destroys us both. An epic tale of deception, secrets, lies, angst and longing!