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In a world ruled by wealth, power, and intelligence, Anastasia Raventhorn Vasiliev is untouchable. The sole heir of the 1st and 3rd richest families in the world, she is a goddess in both beauty and mind—a cruel angel whose very existence commands reverence. The world bows at her feet, yet she walks it alone, indifferent to the love and admiration of countless suitors. For her, emotions are a game, and life is a battlefield where only the strong survive.

And then, there is Vincent Blackwood.

The second son of the 2nd richest family, he was born to rule but willingly abandoned his throne. An unfathomable genius, a rising star, and the son of the world’s most ruthless mafia king, he could have had everything—except the one thing he truly wanted. Anastasia. He loved her to the point of madness, but love was never enough. He chased, he worshipped, he bled for her. And still, she remained untouched, distant, looking down at him as though he were nothing but an afterthought.

Yet Vincent was never meant to be second. Not in life, not in power, and certainly not in her heart.

If she would not come to him, then he would shatter the world until she had no choice but to see him. If she refused to be his, then he would become hers—mind, body, and soul. He would break himself, ruin himself, lose everything… until she could no longer deny that he belonged to her.

But when a god falls for a goddess, is it love… or is it war?

"Sovereign Devotion"—a tale of obsession, power, and a love that defies fate itself.

Sovereign Devotion

Vincent sat alone in his penthouse, the city sprawled beneath him like a glittering kingdom that meant nothing to him. From the floor-to-ceiling windows, he could see the endless skyline, the flashing billboards—some with his own face on them—the lights that never dimmed.

He swirled the whiskey in his glass, watching the amber liquid catch the light. The ice had melted long ago, leaving the drink diluted and forgotten.

It had been one month.

And she had done nothing.

Not a call. Not a message. Not even a flicker of irritation.

Or worse—had she noticed and simply not cared?

Vincent tightened his grip around the glass, the force threatening to shatter it in his hands. His jaw clenched, his breath slow and measured, barely concealing the storm brewing beneath his calm facade.

The world saw Vincent Blackwood, the God of Beauty. The brilliant young actor who had taken the industry by storm. The untouchable idol, the enigma, the obsession of millions.

But tonight, he was none of those things.

Tonight, he was the son of the King of Mafias.

And something inside him had just snapped.

Chapter 10 : The Monster Awakens , Part 1 : The Hollow Feeling