The Empire of Ruin
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Last published Thu, Oct 9, 2025
Roman Volkov is a wolf in sheep's clothing, enthralling woman into his clutches and enveloping them in the grandeur of society's lights prior to throwing them out onto the streets, his charisma providing a shield to his internal nature, a psychopath.
Lan "Isadora" Yang, a Chinese-Greek figure, enraptured within high society's clutches, seeking solstice after her late mother's passing of heart failure. Her absorbtion with her studies shuns her from the spotlight, letting it illuminate her step-sister Gabriella instead.
When the mafia mixes with high society for an connection of mutual benefits for both Volkov and Yang families who would say no. Isadora had always lived in the shadows but Roman? He encaptures her with stolen glances and too-long touches.
When the heirs of two rival dynasties are forced into each other's orbit, hatred becomes obsession - and obsession turns into something even more dangerous.
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