
Bound to the calloway's heir
In LA's Business world, Zane Calloway, thirty, turns cartel king after his father's gruesome murder, ruling The Atlas Group with a bloody fist. He learned how betrayal could ruin even the biggest empire and was hell bent on keeping Atlas Group. However when Sienna Carter, his new assistant got in the picture, he threw caution to the wind. To become the only one controlling the cartel, he would use Sienna who was a supposedly ghost from a dead cartel as bait for his enemies. Sienna Carter made his mission become even more complicated as she ignites a dangerous sparks in him. Twenty-five year old Sienna Carter just wanted to stay alive, running away from danger had been the only thing she was capable of since her family were murdered. All she had as a semblance of her old life was the locket her dying father had given her and when a new job pops up in Los Angeles, she gambled for it, hoping for her sake that it wouldn't lead her straight to the same hell she was running from.
However, she would soon realize that the Atlas Groups was going to be more than just a survival decision but the key to everything.
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Chapter 36
ZANE.
My phone buzzed, and I ripped the device out of my pocket. Unlocking the screen, there were messages from a private number, skimming the content with impatient eyes, "watch this epic treatment of your girl."
I sucked in a deep breath before pressing play on the attached video. It shows Sienna hanging from the ceiling by a rope. "Let's get started," the scarred-faced man's voice came from the background. I watched with shock as they used a prod to electrocute her, while Sienna breathed heavily through the pain. Her eyes flicked to the camera, and I wanted so badly to reach through the phone, but instead I was forced to watch.
For a moment, she looked directly into the camera lens, and I knew she was speaking to me. The fucker behind her pressed the prod onto her back again and kept it there until she lost consciousness.
I sent the same video to my brothers, asking into the talkie "Noah, do you know where this is?"
"His phone signal is bouncing off three towers. I have the area but not a precise location." Noah responded.
"Where?" I barked, "We're heading out," I roared. "Right fucking now!"
My phone started to ring, and seeing it was a private number, I knew it was the same number as the one that sent the torturing video of Sienna. "Noah, track this call. I will engage him as much as possible."
"Got it," Noah said, just as I accepted the call and waited for him to speak first. "Calloway," he snarled, "do you have good news for me?"
"Just how fucking stupid are you?" I said, my tone quite deadly.
"Careful. I have the upper hand."
I almost fucking laugh. "You do? Let's say a miracle happens, and you get rid of me and my brothers. Do you really think others will call you their leader?"
"They will have no choice."
"This isn't the nineteen-eighties. You don't get to just kill and take over."
Noah gestured on the CCTV that he now had the caller's location. "Step down, or Sienna and the rest of you die," he hissed.
I just need enough time to get to her. Fuck.
I sucked in a harsh breath, and then I lied through my fucking teeth, "I'll step down."
The scarred-faced man lets out a burst of laughter. "You made the right choice."
"What now?" I ask.
"You have one hour to send me a video of you killing your brothers, and I'll let Sienna go."
I shook my head because it was fucking hard to believe that he was so stupid and arrogant to think his plan would work. "Let's see who dies first. You or her." The scared-faced man turns around to face the camera, "You're running out of time, Zane. The sooner you get here, the sooner this will end. Miss the hour mark."
He ended the call, and dropping the phone, I grabbed the nearest cabinet and ripped it from the wall. The glass shattered into a million pieces as it hit the floor, yet it did nothing to calm the violent storm in my soul. When I stopped to suck in a harsh breath, it was to find Liam, Ethan, Noah, and Damian all staring at me.
"How the fuck did they penetrate our system enough to get Sienna?" I roared at them, my entire body vibrating with rage, every muscle in my body tensed until it felt like I might snap.
"Calm down, Zane, I think we've been double-crossed," Liam's voice said, his tone the same as mine, shocked.
I ran out of the building with my brothers and the rest of my army, waiting for their orders. "Move out!"
They fall into step beside me as we walk to one of the SUVs at the front of the line, and I climb into the passenger seat. Liam shoved a bulletproof vest at us. "Put this on right now."
Letting out a frustrated growl because every second was precious, I got out of the SUV and put on the fucking vest before climbing back in and yanking the door shut. "Go!" I ordered.
Ethan slides into the back with Noah, who drops a heavy bag of weapons on the floor between the seats.
"I have sent the GPS coordinates to everyone on the team," Damian informed me.
I watched as Liam brought up the map on the GPS screen, and after starting the engine, he steered the SUV away from the mansion. "How do you want to handle this?" he asked.
"We attack and end this, leaving none of them alive."
"The warehouse is nestled between trees," Damian began to give us a rundown of what to expect. We will head up North Road until it becomes Mill. "There aren't many houses, and it's a fucking long stretch of road."
My eyes flicked to the map, and I hated that it would take another hour and five minutes to get there.
"Faster, Jason," I growled. "We need to make it to them in fifty minutes." Glancing over my shoulder, I looked at Noah and asked, "Can you get plans for the property?"
"I can try," he muttered before he got to work. My eyes flicked to the GPS, and I saw we were ten minutes out.
"What time did we leave?" I asked.
"We have nineteen minutes," Noah answers. "We'll make it in time."
"We have better," I growled. Glancing over my shoulder, I order, "Give me a submachine gun and knife."
Ethan opens the bag and begins to hand out weapons as our convoy races down a dirt road that looks like it's heading into the woods.
Please stay alive for me, Sienna
Silence fell between us, and when we were twenty minutes out, my phone buzzed. I unlocked the screen, and seeing another video from the private number, the blood chilled in my veins. My thumb hesitated over the video because I couldn't bring myself to watch Sienna die.
"Zane," Liam said to get my attention. My eyes flickered to his. "Let me watch the video."
I shook my head hard. "No." She's the love of my fucking life. I must only see these videos. I turned my gaze back to the screen and pressed the play button. I saw the scared face come into view as he moved closer to Sienna.
"Still calling my bluff, right?" he sneered.
Sienna starts to shake her head. "No! Zane." She clenched her jaw, her eyes burning with rage at the bastard.
He moved closer, and reaching out a hand, he trailed a finger from between her breasts to her navel.
His tone was low as he said to her, "You'll be a widow soon." Fucking bastard, get your hands off her! Sienna lifted her chin and stared ahead of her, wearing an expressionless mask. Don't show any emotion. Stay strong. I'm coming.
"Faster!" I roared, hoping to arrive just in time to change what was about to happen by getting there sooner.
Sacred-face walked out of sight, and when he came back into view, he was holding a knife. No. Don't do this to me. Don't make me watch her die.
"But I don't want your leftovers," he said as he dragged the blade over her stomach. My breathing speeds up as I stare at the screen.
Every muscle in my body tensed until it felt like I might snap. Slowly, he pushed the knife into her right side, and I saw every single excruciating inch of the blade sinking into her.
"Motherfucker!" I roared as I slammed my fist into the dashboard.
No. Fuck.
Sienna's body twitched, and for a moment, her eyebrows arched together as pain flashed over her face. But then she fucking schools her face into a neutral expression again as she let out a breath.
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Dirt shoots into the air as we come to a screeching stop in the lot at the front of the property. There were a dozen armed men scattered around the property, and they opened fire on the SUV while they tried to find cover against the sides of the house.
I shoved the door open and ordered, "Launch the fucking grenades!"
Damian sends a grenade flying into the side of the house where a group of men were taking cover, and bodies fly into the air. Using the door as a shield, I opened fire on the gang members who were shooting from inside the house, and I had to reload the magazine before I was able to move away from the SUV. With the submachine gun held in position, I ran toward the house while shooting every fucking man I laid eyes on.
My vision tunnels on the front door, and I riddled it with bullets before my body slammed into the wood. It gave way easily, and I kept going, taking out target after target until I was out of fucking bullets.
As I dropped the submachine gun so I could reach for my Glock, a body plowed into me. I grabbed the knife from my belt, and before my back even hit the floor, I plunged the knife repeatedly into the side of his neck.
Blood sputtered over me, and I slammed onto the floor with a grunt. Shoving the dead fucker off of me, I quickly darted back to my feet. I moved the knife to my left hand and ripped the Glock from behind my back.
Liam and Noah joined me, and while they took out the rest of the men, I heard Damian shout from behind, "I have got the east covered!"
"Good, rain it on them," I thundered through the house as I hurried from room to room, searching for the scared-faced man.
When I opened a door with stairs leading down to a basement, a bullet slammed into my bulletproof vest, forcing me a couple of steps backward.
My arm swung into the air, and I pulled the trigger as I moved forward.
Another bullet zipped past my head just as Damian grabbed hold of the back of my vest, yanking me to crouch on the stairs.
"Take a breather while I take care of the asshole," Damian mutters, breathless from all the action.
Reluctantly, I stayed crouched as Damian crept down the stairs, and when he reached the bottom, a short gunfight ensued before he took out whoever was down there.
"Clear," he shouted. "She's not here."
"Fuck!" I snarled, and turning around, I ran back into the hallway.
"Zane!" Carlo called, wanting me to wait for him, but I needed to find the scared-faced man. Entering a kitchen, I saw a back door and headed outside. With my gut telling me to head for the trees, I broke out into a run.
My breath exploded over my lips as I ran into the woods, and every few steps, I paused to listen for any movement or screams from Sienna, hoping for confirmation that she was out there.
Damian caught up to me as I ran in the direction I heard movement, and I finally caught sight of the scared face as he forced some of my men to run barefoot through the fucking woods.
Letting out a growl, I lifted my arms and trained my barrel on the fucker's shoulder. I pulled the trigger. The bullet hits, and he spins to the side, his hand coming up as he opened fire on me. Another shot echoed through the woods, and the blood in my veins chills with fear.
The scared-face threw one of my men off him and trained his gun on him. Damian and I opened fire as we rushed toward them, one bullet after the other slamming into the fucker. His body jerks with each shot before he falls backward, gasping through the shock and pain. Coming to a stop beside him, I trained my barrel on his head and locked eyes with him before I pulled the trigger again.
The amount of relief flooding through my soul paralyzed me for a few seconds, and I was only able to suck in desperate breaths of air. It was short-lived the moment Noah and Ethan joined us.
"We found Sienna. She's in a terrible state," Ethan said, his eyes darting towards a lone shed. Without a second glance, I ran over there, praying hard that she was still alive.
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I felt every shade of emotion as I ran into the room. Then my eyes drifted over her shivering body, and not seeing any gunshot wounds, I darted forward. My arms locked around her. A painful gasp from her had me instantly easing my grip, and I quickly crouched down so I could check the stab wound on her side. I have stabbed enough people in my time to know whether the wound was serious or not, and I let out a breath when I saw it was not life-threatening.
I straightened up again as I saw the breaths rushing through her lips when her eyes flickered open. The fight for life shining from her eyes eased the tension in my chest. The realization shuddered through me again, and I thank all that's holy that I got to her in time.
"You're bleeding," she said as she reached her bloody hand to my face.
"It's not mine," I muttered while I gripped her hand. Feeling how fucking cold she was, I was hit by another wave of anger.
"Zane!" I hear Damian shout.
Taking a step back from Sienna, my eyes flicked over the lace bra and panties, and I quickly took off the bulletproof vest so I could get the long-sleeved shirt off my body. Once I had the shirt covering her, Damian handed me his coat, and I quickly wrapped it around her.
I hated that Damian saw her half-naked, but I was too relieved to feel any anger. When I bent to pick her up, she shook her head. "No. I can walk."
"The fuck you can," I snarled.
"Zane," she snapped at me.
Our eyes lock, and she lifts her chin. "I will walk out of here. I need your men to see I haven't been broken."
As much as I hated the idea of her walking barefoot, I relented because that was important to her. She wanted to show them she was their queen, and that no matter what was thrown her way, she would survive. Nothing could break her.
Standing in the middle of the fucking woods on an icy winter's day with blood soaking into the ground, I fell in love with Sienna all over again. Needing to touch her, I wrapped my arm around her shoulders before we walked back through the trees.
When the rest of my men came into sight, I dropped my arm from around her and took hold of her left hand, where her blood was drying, and linked our fingers.
"Is everyone okay?" I asked as we reached them.
"Yes," Liam replied.
When we broke through the trees, all the men, one by one, looked in our direction. Sienna tightened her grip on my hand, and I heard her suck in a trembling breath before she pushed through her pain and walked toward the nearest SUV.
Once I had her safely inside the vehicle, I wrapped my fingers around the back of her neck and pressed my forehead to hers. "I'm so fucking proud of you."
She nodded, her skin way too fucking pale. Letting go of her, I turned to face my men. "Clean up the shit."
"Yes, boss,"
Glancing at my brothers, I nodded before locking eyes with Damian and Noah. I ordered, "Stick with the former plan, make the rest of the gang know we have taken down this fucker, and we will be coming for them too if they refuse to end this fight by surrendering."
"Got it, boss," Noah nodded. I climbed into the backseat and pulled Sienna into my arms. She was shaking badly, and I struggled not to hold her too tight.
Jason slid behind the steering wheel. "I've let the doctor know we're coming," he informed me while tossing a first-aid bag at me.
I quickly opened the bag, took out antiseptic wipes, and moved the clothes out of the way so I could get to the stab wound on Sienna's side.
Once it was clean, as it can be in the backseat of the SUV, I grabbed some gauze and pressed it firmly against the wound. I said, "Hold it in place."
She did as I instructed while I dug out an adhesive dressing, and when I had it stuck to her skin, I took a few seconds to clean the puncture marks from where they stapled the fucking paper to her stomach.
"I'm fine," she muttered. "I can hold out until we get to the house."
I only nod as I take hold of her chin, nudging her face up so she can look at me.
Our eyes locked, and I stared at my woman with so much fucking pride pouring into my chest.
"I am sorry they hurt you this badly. I am here now." I whispered, thankful I got to say the words to her again. "It's okay," I murmured, seeing how hard she was holding back the tears. She shook her head and shot a glance at Jason, and she somehow shoved all her pain away and held her head high, refusing to break down in front of them.
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9.4
I walked away from a billionaire husband who betrayed me with my best friend-divorced, pregnant with twins, and determined never to look back.
But Ethan Harrington doesn't know how to lose.
Years later, he's sober, broken, and begging for scraps of time with our children. Supervised visits. Two hours a month. Steel boundaries.
I thought revenge would feel sweeter.
Instead, I found Damian Black-dangerous, devoted, scarred by his own shadows-and built a new empire from the ashes of the old one.
Now I'm carrying his child.
Our daughter.
But when Ethan's redemption starts looking too real, and old secrets threaten to unravel everything I've fought for...
Will I finally close the door on my past?
Or will one last betrayal force me to choose between the family I chose and the one that was forced on me?
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8.7
Five years ago, I was the invisible scholarship charity case at an elite Manhattan prep school, trying to survive in a sea of trust-fund babies.
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When his wealthy friends asked if he noticed me, his mocking laughter echoed down the hallway.
"Are you out of your mind? You seriously think I'd be interested in a boring little nerd like her?"
But the moment we were alone, he would corner me in dark alleys, pinning my wrists against brick walls with terrifying, possessive jealousy if my phone even buzzed. He played his twisted games until I was left standing in the rain with my shattered dignity.
Now, I am an Assistant District Attorney. I spent years burying those memories under mountains of legal files.
But tonight, he returned.
When we crossed paths at an exclusive club, he looked at me with the cool detachment he'd give a piece of furniture. In front of a crowd of elites, he coldly declared:
"We have absolutely nothing to do with each other anymore."
Then he walked away to pick up a supermodel, leaving me trembling from the sheer humiliation.
I didn't understand. If I was so worthless to him, why did he still have my birthday tattooed in dark ink on his wrist? Why did he look at me with such raw, painful vulnerability in the shadows?
I stared at my pale reflection in the mirror and made a silent vow.
I am not that pathetic seventeen-year-old anymore, and I will prove to him that I am completely, entirely over him.

7.2
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But when I saw the morning news, I realized Kendall wasn't dead. He had returned as Eben Gill, a ruthless tech billionaire.
I risked my life to escape and find him, only to be met with eyes full of absolute hatred.
He publicly humiliated me, dragged me to the exact bridge where he "died," and sneered at the C-section scar on my stomach.
"Anderson Hopper's bastard," he spat, completely unaware that the baby was actually his—the very child Anderson had murdered in the operating room to break me.
To make matters worse, Anderson used Kendall's dying mother as a hostage to force me back into my cage.
I knelt on the freezing asphalt, begging the man I loved to just visit his mother, while he coldly ordered his driver to run me over.
I had lost my baby, my freedom, and my dignity, all to protect him from Anderson's blackmail. Why was I the one being tortured and treated like a traitor?
"Don't think your little kneeling stunt earned you my forgiveness."
He whispered those cruel words before walking away without looking back.
Staring at his cold, retreating figure, the last shred of my love finally turned to ash.
That night, under the cover of a torrential storm, I bypassed the estate's laser grids and walked out into the dark.

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7.1
For six years, I was the perfect, obedient wife to billionaire Hartwell Ware, enduring his coldness because I thought my love could eventually thaw his heart.
Then, my friend sent me a photo. Hartwell was at the airport, tenderly holding the waist of his first love, Eveline Craig.
He came home smelling of her synthetic rose perfume, accused me of stalking him, and coldly demanded a divorce.
His lawyer handed me a thick settlement agreement. It offered astronomical alimony and luxury properties, but it came with a humiliating ten-page non-disclosure agreement.
He wanted to buy my silence. He wanted to strip me of my rights to our son and gag me permanently, just so he could parade his new life with Eveline without any PR backlash.
Even now, he still thought I was a gold digger who had orchestrated a media scandal to trap him into marriage.
I stared at the man I had worshipped for two thousand days. My six years of desperate devotion had been nothing but a humiliating, one-sided delusion.
Hope was finally dead, and with it, my tears had completely dried up.
He expected me to cry, to beg, to negotiate for more millions.
Instead, I snatched the pen, crossed out the massive alimony, and signed my name on the dotted line.
"I am taking the basic child support, and not a single red cent more."
Leaving my five-carat diamond ring on the marble table, I walked out the door with nothing but my old suitcase.