Marvellion
Tasked with tempting a dangerous mafia.
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The city sparkled beneath the rain, hiding its darkest secrets behind towering skyscrapers and the warm glow of luxury hotels. To the public, they were symbols of elegance and success. To a select few, they were merely the perfect disguise for an empire built on blood.
At the center of it all stood one man.
Marvellion Demanic.
At twenty-nine, he was celebrated as the brilliant owner of one of the world's fastest-growing luxury hotel chains. Charming to investors, respected by politicians, and admired by the media, he appeared to be everything a successful businessman should be. Yet every investigation surrounding his name ended the same way—without evidence, without witnesses, and without answers. Some called him a genius. Others called him a myth. The few who dared call him a monster rarely lived long enough to repeat it.
Which was exactly why **** had been chosen.
A twenty-four-year-old intelligence operative, had spent years becoming whoever the mission required. This assignment, however, demanded something entirely different. There would be no guns, no rooftop chases, and no stolen files.
Only one impossible order.
Make Marvellion Demanic fall in love with you.
Earn his trust. Learn his secrets. Destroy the empire no one had ever managed to touch.
On the night of the grand opening of Demanic Grand Hôtel, entered the magnificent ballroom beneath glittering crystal chandeliers, wearing a flawless smile and a borrowed identity. Every step had been rehearsed. Every word had been carefully prepared.
Everything was under control.
Or so believed.
The instant their eyes met across the crowded ballroom, Marvellion recognized the face he had never truly forgotten.
He simply chose not to reveal it.
Instead, he watched approach with quiet amusement, swirling the amber whiskey in his glass before the corner of his lips lifted into the faintest smile.