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It was all a game of chess. He was her king, and she was his queen. Ronan Armen Ivanov was many things, many of which were indescribable or considered impossible. He was known as one of the most feared men in all of Russia, and that fear extended to the streets of America. Ronan possessed a side that he concealed from the world-a side that was so sickening and horrifying, he often remained in the shadows. Only, lurking when necessary. But even amidst the darkest shadows, a light always managed to find its way in. Aria Morretti, also known as the daughter of one of Ronan's old friends, Dominic Morretti. Although, Ronan had all the power he could ever had, he wanted to more. He wanted to take back the streets of costa Rico and New York for his own. And the only way he could do that, was by kidnapping his old friends daughter. she never followed rules, - she was determined. but she was innocent, - and at times naive, but no one could manipulate her, not even the sociopath himself. She knew he was everything she needed to stay away from, but she couldn't resist. --------- "Dance with me," said the dark hair printsessa, as she walked to the middle of the ballroom. She spins around in her Dior low heels, and her eyes lock with the dark-haired man who had two different colored eyes. One chocolate brown and the other deep blue A large scar that trailed from his eyebrow to right below his blue eye had Aria's fingers itching to touch. "Are you sure about this?" his voice was, low and clangorous, but also calm and tempting. "Why wouldn't I be?" she questioned, their hands interlocking, which made him snake his arm around her waist, pulling her closer than ever to his chest. "I'm not who you think I am," he whispered. The dark hair printsessa smiled. "And who are you?" "The devil printsessa," he says. "And the longer you dance with the devil, the longer you stay in hell." _____________ PURE BOOK ONE Copyright © 2023 Lustryx.
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