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Annotation Hope Week Meeting with him was not supposed to break me, but it happened. My heart is too fragile a place for Vincent, and he knew it, but he didn't have mercy and crushed it under the shine of his steel eyes. He's my puppeteer. The man who makes me feel the bitterness of defeat every day. He's not the boy I met three years ago. Now, a calculating and cold man stood before me. Is there a way to escape the destructive power of his eyes? Vincent Cruel. I understood what the world of the mafia was like when I was thirteen. Power, violence, and money. I was a devil in this den, and Hope got caught in the trap. She had a choice to leave, but she didn't agree, so now I'll take her with me into the darkness, where she will shine. After all, where else, besides pitch darkness, will the flickering light be so visible?
Chapter 1
