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Intro. The rain fell thinly on the elegant streets of London, trickling down the illuminated windows and old facades as if the city itself tried to hide the sins that lived in its shadows. In the quiet alleys and luxurious halls, everyone knew a name—even if whispered with fear.
Artem Romanov.
The man who controlled half of the London underworld. Cold. Cruel. Untouchable.
They said he never smiled. They said that whoever betrayed him simply disappeared. And they said that the devil had less blood on his hands.
But that night, it wasn't business that was about.
It was from a wedding.
There was no love, fondly chosen flowers, or sweet promises. The agreement had been closed at a dark table, between men who spoke of people as if they were bargaining chips.
And she... She was only part of the payment.
A girl who had never known the violence of that world. Too innocent to fully understand what was happening. Raised away from guns, secrets and can
Artem romanov
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Artem romanov
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Intro. The rain fell thinly on the elegant streets of London, trickling down the illuminated windows and old facades as if the city itself tried to hide the sins that lived in its shadows. In the quiet alleys and luxurious halls, everyone knew a name—even if whispered with fear.
Artem Romanov.
The man who controlled half of the London underworld. Cold. Cruel. Untouchable.
They said he never smiled. They said that whoever betrayed him simply disappeared. And they said that the devil had less blood on his hands.
But that night, it wasn't business that was about.
It was from a wedding.
There was no love, fondly chosen flowers, or sweet promises. The agreement had been closed at a dark table, between men who spoke of people as if they were bargaining chips.
And she... She was only part of the payment.
A girl who had never known the violence of that world. Too innocent to fully understand what was happening. Raised away from guns, secrets and can
Artem romanov
@🖤
Artem romanov