I spent six years by the side of the city's most dangerous crime lord. But on my birthday, he brought another girl home. He was covered in blood, and the trembling, doe-eyed girl was tucked safely in his arms. From that night on, the man who used to indulge my every whim never looked at me again. Everyone thought I was heartbroken, devastated by unrequited love for Silas Vane. I just smiled and adjusted the watch on my wrist. I am an undercover agent planted inside the largest crime syndicate on the West Coast. I lurked by his side for all these years for one reason: to see him rot in a federal prison. So, how could I possibly... fall in love with him? Chapter 1 It was late, but the villa was ablaze with lights. I sat on the sofa, relighting the candles on the cake for the third time. "Ria, don't wait anymore," one of the guys muttered. "The Boss said he isn't coming." I flicked my lighter. The flame danced and died. I stared at the wick. "If he doesn't come back, I'll keep waiting," I said softly. "He promised to spend every birthday with me. Breaking a promise? That’s not his style." The clock on the wall ticked past 3:00 AM. He wasn't coming. I sat there with a room full of thugs and henchmen. To the outside world, I was the loyal girlfriend waiting for her man. To them, it probably looked like I was marshalling troops for a war. Finally, one second before the clock struck 4:00 AM, the roar of a V12 engine shattered the silence outside. "Ria! Boss is back!" someone shouted from the hallway. I stood up and looked down from the landing. Yes, he was back. I frowned, looking down at the man who was staring up at me with an unreadable expression. "Silas," I called out cold. "Who is the girl in your arms?" Chapter 2 Silas Vane had a scar running from his brow to his cheekbone. Right now, that old scar was fresh again, oozing crimson. It added a savage edge to his usually sophisticated, handsome face. I pressed a piece of gauze to his wound. He caught my wrist. "Ria, have I spoiled you too much over the years?" His fingers traced the inside of my wrist, a gentle touch masking a lethal threat. I lowered my eyes. "Spoiled? hardly." He chuckled, his thumb pressing lazily against my pulse point. "Is that so? Calling all these men to my house... strangers might think I’m running a gang." He was running a gang. He had climbed from the gutter to the throne over a mountain of corpses. Now, he was "washing his hands," posing as a young entrepreneur. The newspapers called him a visionary. It made me sick. "Who is the girl?" I pulled my hand away, changing the subject. He relaxed his brow but looked away. "None of your business." He took the gauze from me, leaned in, and kissed the corner of my lips. "You have the energy to worry about my women..." "But no energy to ask how I got hurt?" He bit my neck, a sharp, punishing nip. "I raised you for nothing." Chapter 3 The wind in Port Haven was brutal these days. Or maybe it was just this abandoned construction site, open to the elements. I could hear the sounds of a beating nearby. Sev handed me a cigarette. I pushed it away. "Silas doesn't like me smoking." ... "Look into the girl Silas brought home last night," I told Sev. Sev was ranked seventh in the hierarchy. He’d followed me since I entered the organization. "Ria... sigh," Sev shook his head. "You're the smartest woman I know. You should know that love isn't for people like us." He stood beside me, looking out at the wasteland. "We all have blood on our hands. The Boss is going legit now. He won't marry someone like us—someone who knows where the bodies are buried." "We took the fall for him, sure. He'll take care of us financially, but a title? A marriage? Never." Yes, Silas trusted me because I had blood on my hands for him. I had killed my own morality to get here. Sometimes, looking in the mirror, I felt like a ghost. I was a nail driven deep into dark wood. A fuse burning for thirteen years. "Let's go," I said, turning away from the screams. "Time to meet the new Princess." Chapter 4 Unlike the construction site, Silas’s private villa was peaceful. As soon as I walked in, I saw her. A girl with braided hair, reading a book on the sofa. She jumped when she saw me. "You..." She looked away, shy and fearful. "Are you the Boss's wife?" I sat next to her. "No." "Oh..." She shrank into the corner. "I thought only someone as beautiful as you could match Mr. Vane." She had that innocent, deer-in-the-headlights look. Another girl fooled by Silas’s charm. Just as I reached out to pat her head, a voice stopped me. "Ria, Boss said you can't touch Miss Lily." A bodyguard blocked me. If he didn't respect my rank, he would have thrown me out. "Please don't come here anymore. This is Miss Lily's house now." The girl trembled in fear. "Fine. I'm leaving." Silas had had many women, but he’d never protected one like this. Chapter 5 "Ria, this is all we could find." In the car, Sev handed me a file. The girl's name was Lily. Three years younger than Silas. She grew up in the same foster home system as him. Her record was clean. A perfect greenhouse flower. "The Boss treats her... differently," Sev whispered. She was his 'White Moonlight'—the one pure thing in his dark world. I bit my nail. Silas had no weaknesses. He had clawed his way up from nothing. He was younger than me in the organization, but infinitely more ruthless. My thoughts were interrupted by Sev. "Boss said... he wants you to cook for him." I smiled bitterly. "Turn the car around. To the market."
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