King of Ashes

King of Ashes

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Dark Romance | Mafia | Enemies to Lovers | LGBTQ+ He was my first betrayal. My last weakness. And now he wears the crown I bled for. Cassian Vale was exiled, branded a traitor, and left to rot while the Syndicate devoured itself from the inside. Now he's back-dangerous, seductive, and hellbent on reclaiming the empire that once cast him out. Eli Navarro thought he could survive without him. Thought loyalty meant sacrifice. Thought he could bury the fire between them. He was wrong. Now the king has returned. And he's not here to forgive. ⚔️ Blood will spill. 💔 Secrets will burn. 🔥 And the fire between them-twisted, forbidden, undeniable-might destroy everything. In a city ruled by power and obsession, love is just another weapon. And monsters always get what they want.
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NOT HER!

I never planned to fall for a girl. Especially NOT HER! I was always straight! She was my childhood best friend, the girl my parents trusted, the girl I grew up sharing toothbrushes and boy secrets with. But the girl I reunited with in the same university wasn't the same person. She was different. Dark. Powerful. Untouchable. Addictive. She became. She had the whole campus trembling , drug rings, mafia ties, secrets too heavy to speak about. And somehow... she wanted me. I told myself I was straight. I told myself I had home training. I told myself I wasn't her. Until the night she touched me. And I let her. This is not a love story. This is a slow dying. A first person confession. And if you read long enough... you'll understand why I didn't survive her.

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