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Intro. It was an ordinary morning, or so it seemed like it. The sun came in softly through the window of the small apartment where my daughter and I lived—a simple but safe life. Hope, with her straight black hair spread across her pillow, slept peacefully, as if the world outside carried no dangers. She was the most precious thing I had. Two years had passed since I fled. That luxurious ball. Of the ice eyes that pierced me like silent blades. From the night that changed everything. Ryder Volkov. His name still vibrated in my memory like a forbidden memory. A mistake. An abyss. I was just the orphaned niece of Lorenzo Marshall, one of the most feared names in the American mafia. I grew up among mansion corridors, dark suits and promises with the smell of gunpowder. My uncle protected me, but he also held me back. It wasn't until I was an adult that I got my freedom—an ordinary job, a modest apartment, and the silence needed to keep Hope safe. Far from that world. But the past is

Ryder Volkov

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