she_osprey

[COMPLETED] 
"Rome wasn't built in a day, nor was her revenge."
 
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He had taken her family, so Amelia was going to take everything from him. Literally. 

She may have been in love, but she hated him more, with every breath she took, and no matter what happened, forgiveness wasn't a choice. She would give him a taste of his own medicine and didn't care that she could lose herself in the process.

If anything, she had come from the ashes he had forced her into.

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It was a game of power - sacrifices had to be made and blood would flow this time. 

They share a bed, they share a home, they share literally everything, or not. They both have secrets. Secrets that tie them together and doom them at the same time. They are both strong-willed and can fight their own battles.

Standing on opposite sides, love and betrayal face each other, while regrets and kisses take the back seat. In a world where the bullets decide who lives and who leaves, who will take the first shot?

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[Cannot be read as a standalone] - To understand the storyline, you have to read the first book, THE CRADLE OF LOVE.

OTHER WORKS:

CRADLE OF LOVE [PREQUEL]
WHOSE ALPHA
NIKITA

cover photo, not mine will take it down if the owner requests.

Bullets by Dawn

The crowd expectedly erupted into murmurs when they were divided into two and had created the pathway.

"How can someone afford this many black suits?"

"Damn, the woman of the hour is here."

"What if this is also a lie? I heard the last time they set up a meeting she didn't show up. What if this is just a waste of time?"

As the crowd went ballistic, Alex focused on the ten men in black suits who walked uniformly towards the podium. It wasn't that hard to imagine who they were given the earpieces they were wearing and the guns on their backs.

They were trained mercenaries and Alex could tell that from the countless scars they were wearing. Scars that they hadn't even dared to hide, and no, they were not cuts or bruises, some were bullet wounds.

Whoever this woman was, she had to be so powerful.

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