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❝𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨.❞
𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐕, 29, painter.
A sunshine soul carved from chaos, once loud, warm, overflowing with colour. A man who stepped into marriage with loyalty in his bones and love blooming in his palms. But betrayal stains deeper than any pigment and he learned it the merciless way.
Once adored by all, now quiet.
Once glowing, now dimmed.
A man stitched from colours who now bleeds in monochrome.
𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈, 30, mafia heiress and secret pianist. Cold. Ruthless. Sovereign. The Ice Princess of the Rossi empire. A woman who smiles like a threat and kills like a vow. Raised like a blade, feared like a myth. She loved him first, loved him longest, loved him silently while watching him become her half-sister's husband. She let him go once. That was her greatest mistake.
Now the marriage has cracked.
Now the masks have fallen.
Now she will move.
She will steal him from the world he lost, cage him in the world she owns and make him hers-not through tenderness, through power, blood and her devotion.
"Please... let me go."
"I did once, and lost you. I won't lose you again."
𝑰𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒈𝒐.