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"I'm just saying," Vivienne replied, leaning against the doorframe, "walking into her turf uninvited might not be your best idea. She's dangerous. You said it yourself—people like her don't play games."

"Neither do I." There was no room for debate in his tone. He stepped past her, but she moved before him, her hand lightly grazing his arm.

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In the underworld, power is seized by blood and loyalty is nothing but an illusion.

For Mira Callahan, vengeance is a promise, more than a prophecy—it's inherited. Raised in the shadows, where an entire empire was consumed by the deep darkness, she built herself piece by piece over the years into the ruthless commander of  The Black Reign. Her heart serves as armor; her past is a weapon. Nothing can penetrate the solid wall she has built—until he arrives.

Luca Moretti, however, is the ghost of her past: a man forged in violence, driven by obsession, and blind to the truths lurking beneath their history.

 As fate has it, their paths cross once again, forcing Mira to confront the one thing more dangerous than her enemies-her past with Luca.

He wants answers, she wants revenge, and in a world where love is a weakness and betrayal is inevitable, the only certainty is war.

She refuses to be caged. He refuses to let her go.

The problem? Luca’s greatest weakness has always been a woman who won’t kneel.


But in this game of power and betrayal, who will remain standing when the veil finally drops?

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A story of obsession, power, and the fine line between love and ruin.When the game is over and you're on you're knees? Remember I warned you.
Vendetta Veil will leave you breathless until the very last page.

Vendetta Veil

To everyone who crave for fire,

Even though they know it will burn them alive.

Go ahead, turn the page —

Let's see how long you'll last.

A pair of fragile hands, too small to hold the weight of the world, yet stubborn enough to try. Because who was there to stop them?

Luca was raised in shadows too cruel for a child to understand. He was thought how to hold a gun before he ever held a toy, how to detect a lie before he ever truly understood what trust was. He had no friends....only trainers in combat.

But there was an exception...

Mira was the daughter of a name soaked in blood, a princess of an empire built upon quiet threats and whispered warnings.

They were just children, though. Their souls reached for warmth in a world that promised them none.

Cruel as it is, the world took back what was never theirs to keep.

Mira's mother paled at the sight of a locket, the blood draining from her face as if she had seen a ghost. To Mira, it was a gift from Luca. To her mother, it was stolen sixteen years ago. A secret buried in the past. She did not tell Mira the truth that day but packed their bags in the dead of night and fled before the wolves could sniff them out.

But the past does not stay buried.

As Elvis Presley once said, "The truth is like the sun, you can shut it for some time but it ain't going away."

Mira learns the truth about Luca's family.

The most disturbing part was that their lives were entangled long before fate had the chance to weave them back together.

And then came the night Mira's world burned.

Blood on her hands. Her mother's breath, ragged and fading, as she made Mira promise- don't let them take what's ours.

Vengeance was no longer just a prophecy; it was an inheritance, a duty, a noose around her throat that she learned to wear like a crown.

Somewhere, beyond time and memory, the boy with the locket grew into a man with a vendetta of his own.

Prologue.