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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 steps inside, following Anastasia deeper into the Vasiliev mansion. The air is thick with unspoken tension. He watches her, the way she moves—elegant, untouchable, as if she is the only ruler of this world.

Anastasia does not look back at him. She does not need to. She knows he will follow.

But this time, it feels different.

Vincent is no longer the man who merely followed from a distance, the man who was content with silent devotion. He has lost once—but he will never lose again.

Tonight, he intends to push forward. To test the boundaries of what she will allow.

To see how much she will accept before she pushes him away—or pulls him closer.

She leads him to a private room—a place where no prying eyes can see them, where no one will interrupt.

She places the bouquet of roses on a marble table. The red petals stand out against the cold white surface, the contrast as striking as the two of them.

Her fingers trace the delicate petals, lingering on the red ones. A silent acknowledgment of the meaning behind them.

She turns to face him, her blue eyes sharp as ice. "So? Why are you here?"

Vincent steps closer, his movements slow, deliberate. "Do I need a reason?"

Instead, she tilts her head, studying him with the same analytical gaze she reserves for threats and prey alike.

"You lost," she states simply. "So why return?"

A slow, dark smile spreads across Vincent's lips. "Because losing once doesn't mean I'll lose forever."

Something flashes in her eyes. Amusement. Curiosity. Annoyance.

She crosses her arms. "So, you think you'll win me over one day?"

Vincent does not hesitate. "I don't think. I know."

A soft laugh escapes her, cold and cruel. "Is that so?"

Vincent takes another step forward. Close enough that the space between them is almost nonexistent. Close enough that he can see the faint rise and fall of her breath, the way her lips part slightly.

His voice lowers, dangerous and certain. "Yes."

For the first time, she does not immediately dismiss him.

Instead, she watches him, searching for something in his expression.

Perhaps she is waiting for him to falter.

But Vincent does none of those things.

Anastasia Raventhorn Vasiliev will be his.

And this time, he will not allow himself to lose.

Chapter 33 : A Game of Power and Control