Forbidden Claim: A Mafia King’s Obsession.
“Seven days, piccola. Crawl to me, or I take you by force.”
For years, Nadia Vance had lived as a servant in her Aunt’s mansion, ignoring maltreatments from her Aunt and her family and warding off her twisted cousin, she thought she knew the definition of hell.
She was wrong.
Lorenzo Romano, a cold, ruthless, and lethal, mafia king comes to collect a debt that can only be paid in blood, which her uncle owes. Instead, he gives her uncle a bittersweet ultimatum- seven million dollars and an erased debt, in exchange for the girl.
The deal is struck, and Lorenzo gives Nadia a choice: she has seven days to crawl willingly to him, or he will take her by force.
Nadia refuses to give in to the tyrant, she waits out the countdown. But when her desperate escape attempt fails on the sixth day, Lorenzo drags her into the underworld of absolute power, dark secrets and intoxicating danger.
She expected to be his captive. She didn’t expect the dark temptation that comes with wearing the mafia king’s ring.
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Chapter: Chapter 46: Strange sensationsNadia’s POVNight comes in a blur. After the scene in the room earlier today, I did not see Lorenzo again. His private cars are also not in the compound, he is not around.I lie on the center of the massive bed, the silk sheets drawn up to my chin. Lorenzo says my father took something from him. But I have no idea what it is. I try not to think about it, but his words keep repeating in my head. After much tossing and turning, I finally let myself fall asleep.Sometime into the night, I wake up, my throat is dry and raw. The clock on the nightstand glows faint, red digits — 3:15 AM. Beside me, the bed is cold and empty. Lorenzo still didn’t return. I sit up slowly, resting my head in my hands as a sharp headache pulses behind my eyes. The hangover from last night’s bourbon is still clinging to me. I need water.I slide my legs out from under the heavy duvet, my bare feet touching the cold floor. Slipping out of the master suite, I walk down the silent hallway. The house is deadly q
Última actualización: 2026-07-30
Chapter: Chapter 45: In his gripNadia’s POVA deep warmth successfully pulls me back into consciousness.It feels soft and heavy, like a thick blanket wrapped securely around my body, holding the cold morning breeze at bay. A low, contented sigh escapes my lips, my mind still heavy with sleep and the dull, lingering ache of a severe hangover.I stretch, arching closer into the heat. My face presses into something firm but soft — a smooth surface smelling faint of dark oud, cedar wood and expensive tobacco. I lean deeper into the comfort, my hand lazily wandering across the firm surface beneath my palm. My fingers slowly trace the hard, defined contours of a broad chest, sliding down over a rigid stomach that twitches slightly at my touch. I am too sleepy to question it. The warmth is intoxicating. My hand continues descending, dragging past a leather belt buckle until my fingers wrap around something thick, impossibly hard, and throbbing with a heavy, steady pulse beneath a soft cotton.My palm presses closer, trac
Última actualización: 2026-07-29
Chapter: Chapter 44: Drunk defianceNadia’s POVThe guard does a good job locating a bustling and crowded bar. The sharp scent of cheap bourbon and stale smoke fills the air. The neon lights flickering overhead casts red and blue shadows across the crowded floor — a sharp contrast to Lorenzo’s clinical world, and exactly what I need.I sit on a high barstool on the dark wood counter, leaning heavily against the surface. The guards stand a few feet behind me, their bulky frame completely out of place amongst the hipsters and late night party goers, their dark gaze scanning the room like hawks."Another pour," I say to the bartender, sliding my empty glass forward."You’ve taken too much already, that’s your fourth whiskey," the bartender hesitates, scanning the dark circles under my eyes, and the expensive dress clinging to my frame.“I don’t recall asking for your opinion," I slur slightly, tapping my hand on the table. "Pour the drink."He sighs numbly before filling the crystal tumbler to the brim with amber liquid.I
Última actualización: 2026-07-28
Chapter: Chapter 43: DesperationNadia’s POVThe rays of sunshine filtering through the charcoal velvet curtains feel like a violation.I peel my eyes open, but the darkness of the previous night instantly rushes back to suffocate me. My body feels heavy, like it’s been weighed down with iron, my head throbbing with a dull, persistent ache. The lingering scent of Lucian’s cologne and the distant smell of hand-rolled tobacco and expensive whiskey fails to mask the horrific smell of cinnamon and blood that seems permanently lodged at the back of my throat.I lay in the center of the bed, looking up at the ceiling’s intricate moldings. Every single detail of the terrible scenes from last night replaying repeatedly in my mind like a horror movie.Lorenzo didn’t just annihilate his enemies, he turned their deaths into a sick , twisted performance and forced me to sit in the front row. This is the third time he’s made me watch while he murders people who offended him.A soft knock echoes through the heavy oak doors, shatt
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Chapter: Chapter 42: A horrific sightNadia’s POVThe air in the dining hall turns to ice.Don Roberto’s hand trembles so violently that the porcelain cup clatters against the saucer. Across from him, his sons sit frozen, their faces as pale as a ghost’s.“Lorenzo… please,” Roberto rasps, his booming , proud voice reduced to a pathetic whisper. “There must be another way. A penalty . A fine. Take all I own.”“Drink,” Lorenzo repeats. His tone is terrifying and flat, devoid of any human warmth.I press my back firmly against the soft leather of my chair. My stomach twist so violently as the sweet scent of cinnamon drifts across the mahogany table. The exact same smell. The sensation of rusted blades tearing through my insides, the cold marble floor against my face, the thick crimson pooling beside me.Lorenzo is forcing them to digest their own death.Marco, the elder son lets out a ragged sob as he stares down at his cup. “Father… I don’t want to die like this.”“Be quiet!” Roberto snaps, though his eyes remain wide with
Última actualización: 2026-07-25
Chapter: Chapter 41: Cups of Cinnamon TeaNadia’s POVLorenzo forcefully locks my fingers with his and pulls me along with him down the grand staircase.My body is already weak and still recovering from the poisoning, so I have no strength to fight him. We take the hallway down the corridor and come out to the living room. The dining hall is on the opposite door across from the kitchen.The guards push the massive mahogany double doors open the moment they site us. Lorenzo keeps marching forward in full strides, and I try to keep up with his pace.The moment we step in, the chatter and laughter dies down instantly. Three pairs of mischievous eyes lock onto my frame. “Ah… The Don and his extremely beautiful Donna,” the older man says, standing instantly with a wide smile. He has almost silver hair, a thick mustache, and calculating eyes that have tracked my every move ever since I walked into the room.“Roberto,” Lorenzo says, returning the smile with a wide grin . “You honored my invitation… I’m glad.”“Not at all, Lorenzo,
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Claimed By The Shadow King: The Betrayed Alpha Heir.
“I, Julian Voss reject you, Ayla Reed as my mate, there shall be no bond between us from now henceforth. Your throne is mine.”
Betrayed. Broken. Alone.
After her mother’s murder and her father’s mysterious poisoning, Ayla is left to rule the shadow blade pack. But at twenty—Ayla is wolfless. The council Elder gives her a condition: ‘Find your mate. Or forfeit your birthright’. She thinks the goddess has finally blessed her when she finds her mate. She was wrong.
The pack betrays her, Julian is crowned Alpha, publicly rejects Ayla and names her closest friend, Elena his Luna. The council frames Ayla for her parents murder, she is stripped of her title and reduced to an omega slave in the pack.
Frustrated and angry, she injures the newly crowned Alpha, she is hunted down and Cast over a cliff.
Crawling her way back from the brink, she is saved by a healer in the human world, she finds a hiding place where no one would think to look for a former Alpha heir: working as a lowly maid in the Vane mansion.
Lucian Vane, the trillionaire CEO of Apex vanguard Holdings, is feared by the elite and whispered to be the Devil himself. In reality, he is a lethal lycan-demon hybrid without a pack and has lived for over a thousand years. When Ayla steps into his domain, something feral and possessive awakens within him. Intrigued by her resilience, he resolves to claim her demanding absolute submission to break her completely.
Instead, his dark, intoxicating touch does the exact opposite. Instead of breaking her, it triggers a terrifying dormant power hidden within her bloodline.
She isn’t wolfless. She is an ancient Tribrid- and she is going to watch the world that once betrayed her burn.
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Chapter: Chapter 55Ayla’s POVMy knees give out completely.I slide down the alcove stone cold wall, slumping onto the blood-slicked floor as raw, undiluted terror paralyzes my limbs.The metallic scent of fresh gore fills my lungs with every heavy, shallow breath I take. My body trembles so violently that my teeth chatter in a horrifying click , echoing off the ancient granite walls of the underground chamber.Three men. Three living, breathing humans reduced to lifeless skeletons in the span of a few heartbeats.And their souls… I watched those glowing, ethereal wisps of life force ripped straight from their chests, swallowed whole into the gap ing abyss of a nightmare.TAP.The undeniable, heavy sound of an obsidian claw hitting the stone floor shatters the silence.I lift my watery gaze, my vision blurred by a veil of hot tears. The massive, nine-foot Lycan beast takes a slow, deliberate step toward me. Shadow magic writhes around its dense fur like a sea of snakes. The air in the chamber grows suf
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Chapter: Chapter 54Ayla’s POVI stare down at the written words in the handwriting I clearly remember. The content leaves me on a brink of absolute shock.They were not my real parents.They found me in the woods, abandoned as a baby.The golden-chained pendant around my neck isn’t ordinary either. It is an artifact made by a powerful witch to seal my true form.I am thrown into a deep wave of confusion. How is this possible?My mother also said if I ever need help, I am to go to the Moon Shade Pack, her birth pack before she married my father.I stare down at the box, a weird carving etched onto its surface. According to the letter, I’ll only be able to open the box when my powers are fully awakened. This is insane.The sudden sound of heavy footsteps averts my attention from the unbelievable words in the paper. I snap my head toward the direction of the sound to see the driver who always brought me to and from campus walking toward me in long strides. I quickly put the box and the letter into my bag
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Chapter: Chapter 53Ayla’s POV The heavy double doors to the suite swings open. The sound of Heavy, dragging footsteps echo across the hardwood floor, making my heart stop. Caleb — Lucian’s personal assistant — steps into the room, hauling a figure behind him. The woman looks disheveled, her dress torn and her long brown hair matted to her face. Caleb shoves her roughly, she stumbles, collapsing to her knees at the foot of the bed. She shifts weakly, lifting her head slowly as the bright light of the chandelier shines on her face. I freeze in absolute shock. My breath hitching into a choked gasp. "Sarah?" I whisper, my voice sounding very timid compared to heavy thumping of my heart. It is her. The same warm, gentle woman who saved from the lonely road after I was pushed down that cliff. The woman who brought me — a total stranger — into her home, nursed me back to life until I was finally strong enough to stand on my feet. Sarah blinks rapidly through her tangled hair, her weak, tired eyes wide
Última actualización: 2026-07-27
Chapter: Chapter 52Ayla’s POVThe moment my shoes hit the damp grass, my instincts scream at me to turn back. The morning air is thick with mists , dissolving into the towering, shadowy wall of ancient pine trees. The forest looks ominous, dark, and impenetrable — a place where sunlight barely touches the forest floors.I have to try. I have to. If I stay here, Lucian will break me until there’s absolutely nothing left of me.I break into a swift jog, picking up my pace toward the dark shelters of the trees. Every split second spent in the open feels like an eternity, as if dozens of unseen eyes are watching me from the high windows of the mansion.I persist, taking sharp, calculated steps until the shadow of the canopy swallows me whole.The temperature in the woods drops instantly. The smell of pine and damp earth fills the air, the ground crisscrossed with slippery roots, thick patches of thorns and dense underbrush that tears at the hem of my dress as I push deeper.My strides increase, the sun fil
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Chapter: Chapter 51Ayla’s POVI don’t sleep for even a split second.The silence in the penthouse suite is tormenting. The only sound that can be heard is the low hum of the air conditioning, and the distant rumbling of the city far below. I lie on the edge of the massive bed, staring numbly at the ceiling as the hours go by.My body feels different. The fever caused by the shadow venom is completely gone, leaving behind only a faint, dull ache in my throat where Lucian’s claws had torn my skin.He forced his blood down my throat to save my life. He cured me from his own lethal poison, only to coldly remind me that I am nothing more than a debt he intends to collect.Deep inside my mind, my wolf, Nova, remains frustratingly silent. It’s as if she has never been there at all.'Why did you let his blood inside us? I whisper into the void of my own mind. 'Why didn’t you fight him?'Silence. Not even a nudge. Not even a soft growl. She accepted his blood as if it belonged inside us all along.The first pale
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Chapter: Chapter 50Ayla’s POV“Poisoned?” The word rasps out of my throat, raw and disbelieving. “How — how could I be poisoned?”My head spins as a violent wave of dizziness crashes over me. The air in the penthouse bedroom fills stiff and hot as it fills my lungs. A fierce fire churns beneath my skin, spreading through my veins like boiling liquid. Sweat slicks my temples and my knees tremble so hard I can barely stand.Lucian’s dark eyes narrow, watching the fierce flush spread up my chest and neck. He slowly lifts his hand, his thumb brushing over the bruised skin of my throat where his claws sank in last night.“My claws,” he murmurs, his voice a low, terrifying rumble that vibrates through the walls. “They carry a lethal, demonic venom when my wolf takes control. You were infected the moment I broke your skin.”I gasp, instantly moving away from him and the wall, my breathing accelerating. “Venom?”“Shadow-wolf venom,” Lucian says taking slow, deliberate steps closer completely trapping me in his
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Chapter: Chapter 51Helion’s POV“I’ll count to seven. If you do not give me the answer I need, you will suffer a fate much worse than death itself.”I can easily compel him and get the answers I need, but that would be less of a torture for him.“One.”The prisoner’s breathing hitches. He tries to keep his head high and remain defiant, but the rattling of the chains give him away. He’s shaking terribly.“Two.”I don’t just count, I push the weight of my aura slightly into the room. The shadows on the wall seem to stretch and twist, reacting to my mood. The temperature in the dungeon drops, the air turns to frost.“Three.”A choked gasp escapes the prisoner’s throat, his head snaps back against the iron bars of the chair. The Vervain laced chains sizzle against his skin. He tries so hard to hold on to his arrogance, but he is just a dog following orders. A dog that’s about to be struck down.“Four.”“I — I can’t,” he stammered , his bloodshot eyes fixed on me. “If I talk, he will kill my family. He will
Última actualización: 2026-07-08
Chapter: Chapter 50Helion’s POV My gaze is fixed completely on Amelia as she makes the revelation. There was someone there watching the entire scene. There was someone there waiting to watch her die. I clench my fists so tight that my knuckles begin to crack. The shadow realm not only have vampires in cahoots with them now, they have also managed to corner some of the demons from the underworld. They are targeting Amelia, unaware that they are forcing me into a brutal bloodshed. “A man on the rooftop,” I repeat, the words tasting like ash on my tongue. Because I’ll be reducing someone to dust in a little while. I stand up from the bed and walk closer to Peter. I straighten my shirt, my expression hardening into a mask of pure rage. I look up at peter. “Is the rat in the lower levels, Peter?” “Yes, Sire. He’s been taken to the dungeon,” he replies. “We locked him up with Vervain laced chains, he can’t escape.” “Helion, wait,” Amelia’s breathy voice cuts through my dark thoughts. The sheets ru
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Chapter: Chapter 49Amelia’s POV A soft warmth is the first thing I feel as my consciousness slowly creeps back. The violet rumbles are gone. The suffocating, heavy air of the chain room has been replaced by the familiar, comforting scent of sandalwood, dark spice and rain. Helion’s Scent. My eyes flutter open, a groan escapes my lips as a dull ache throbs beside my eyes. The ceiling above me holds a very beautiful and familiar chandelier. I’m back in his room. “Stay still, Lia. Don’t move.” The deep, familiar baritone voice vibrates through the air, sending a chill down my spine. It’s his normal voice. Clean, smooth and devoid of the terrifying multiple echoes from before. I turn my head on the pillow and he is seated on the edge of the mattress, staring down at me. He is human again, though traces of his battle with his demonic side are still evident as his vibrant, golden eyes look a bit dull. “Helion…” I whisper, trying to get up but two large hands grip my shoulders and push gently back
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Chapter: Chapter 48Amelia’s POVDid he just mention the devil? Like the actual devil? What position does he hold in hell, actually? “Yes, your majesty,” the demons bow and vanish into thin air. But Helion still holds onto the last one, his grip tightening around the creature’s throat.“Do you think I’ll let you go after you tried to touch what’s mine? You must have been courting death to make such a foolish move.”His voice vibrates — no, it thunders, splitting into several overlapping voices at the exact same time. Helion lifts his free hand, and a brilliant , blue flame erupts from his palm. He doesn’t even direct it to the demon, but the creature catches fire immediately. A loud, shrieking cry fills the air, and within a few seconds, the demon is reduced to a pile of ash.My heart hammers so loudly I can hear it echoing in my ears.“Amelia,” Helion whispers in the same cold, frightening, layered voices. “Did I not ask to stay in the room?”My breath hitches as I take several steps backward. This isn
Última actualización: 2026-07-02
Chapter: Chapter 47Amelia’s POVThe air in the room goes completely still the moment the words leave Peter’s mouth.The demon council executioners. A convoy from hell. Hearing the title alone instantly steals breath from my lungs. I look at Helion and his demeanor has hardened into something unreadable. His eyes glows dark, fiery crimson and the room suddenly feels like it’s catching fire.“The executioners,” Helion repeats, his voice dripping with pure venom. “They dare step feet into this realm without my invitation, and now they demand an audience?” “They tag it a matter of realm security, Sire.” Peter whispers, casting a silent glance at me. He sighs. “They ask to see her, too.”My breath catches instantly in my throat. Me? Why would a group of demons want to see me?“Really?” Helion smiles — a dark, cold expression that didn’t reach his eyes. “Tell them I will meet them in the grand hall. They do not get to lay their filthy eyes on what is mine.” Mine. That word again. He makes it sound like I
Última actualización: 2026-07-01
Chapter: Chapter 46Amelia’s POV The first thing I perceive when I wake up is the rich scent of mahogany and expensive, dark cologne. I peel my eyes open, staring at the ceiling adorned with beautiful chandeliers and I instantly realize where I am. Helion’s bedroom. The memories of the horror earlier today at school comes rushing back in violent waves. The strange silhouette at the rooftop, the sickening thud of the horse crashing onto the pavement, the stench of the blood that splattered across my shoes. Mere thoughts of it made my entire body shiver. I drag myself up from the bed, I could hear the frantic pounding of my heart. The room is dimly lit, just as it always is. I threw off the covers and swing my leg to the other side of the bed. My hands still trembles terribly. I am furious at Helion for ignoring me for days, terrified that some twisted freak must be hunting me. And most importantly, utterly confused by the weird energy that had vibrated from my own chest inside his car. The wind
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