Deadly Queen Unleashed: The Underworld Bends To My Will
Hannah came home under a false identity, ready to keep her head down and avoid trouble. Then a near-drowning opened her eyes, and the family she had wanted gave her nothing but disappointment.
She severed every tie, shed the disguise, and rose in revenge as a miracle doctor, brilliant hacker, and feared underworld ruler. Shock followed her family at every turn.
Her parents regretted everything. Her eldest brother clung desperately to the bond of their shared blood, while her second brother gave up his entire fortune just to earn her forgiveness. Her third brother offered up his own body for a surgery-all to save her.
But Hannah stayed cold and built her empire alone. Only one deadly rival refused to be ignored.
"I was hired to kill you, mister."
"Then take my heart, too."
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Chapter 2
Lainey was secretly pleased, but she forced herself to look devastated instead. "What if something happens to Hannah? If she dies, I don't think I'll be able to live with it."
Kenneth immediately pulled Lainey into his arms. Irritation filled his face as he held her close. "Why are you still worried about her after everything she did to you? A woman like Hannah deserves whatever comes her way. Right now, we need to get back to shore."
Lainey didn't answer him. She only cried against his chest.
The little sympathy Jake almost felt for Hannah disappeared after hearing Kenneth speak.
Indeed, so what if Hannah was his biological sister? The person he truly cared about all these years was still Lainey.
If he ever had to choose between the two sisters, he already knew who mattered more to him.
Meanwhile, another luxury yacht floated in the distance.
Hannah drifted in and out of consciousness. Even so, she still sensed someone walking toward her.
As soon as that person reached a hand toward her, Hannah opened her eyes. Coldness flashed across her face. Without hesitation, she seized the man's wrist and twisted it back with brutal force.
The sharp sound echoed across the yacht.
A scream ripped through the silence.
Confusion crossed Hannah's eyes for a moment. Her memories slowly returned piece by piece. The last thing she remembered was falling into the ocean.
"Looks like your reflexes are still sharp, Miss Oliver."
A deep voice sounded from behind her.
Hannah turned immediately and saw a tall man standing several steps away. The moment she looked at him, she recognized him at once. Aaron Dale.
In Frerton, his name alone was enough to make people nervous. Despite his age, Aaron already controlled most of the city's economic power. Nobody dared to offend him.
Aaron stood quietly with a cold look on his face. He kept staring at Hannah, making the atmosphere tense.
The hostility in Hannah's eyes gradually faded away. "Mr. Dale," she asked carefully, "was it you who saved me?"
By then, Hannah had already looked around enough to understand where she was. This was obviously a private yacht.
Hannah never thought she'd survive.
Aaron walked toward her casually. Standing above her, he studied her quietly.
Her face looked pale and delicate, while her bright eyes still carried a trace of daze, making her appear weak and harmless.
But Aaron didn't lower his guard.
A woman who could snapped his subordinate's wrist the moment she woke up couldn't possibly be as fragile as she seemed.
Without any warning, his expression shifted. Aaron suddenly reached for Hannah's throat.
Hannah reacted immediately. Her right fist blocked his attack while her left hand struck straight toward his eyes without hesitation.
Aaron tilted sideways to avoid her attack. At the same time, he grabbed hold of her wrist with his right hand. Hannah instantly twisted his arm downward and drove her right leg toward him.
Coldness flashed across Aaron's eyes. He blocked her kick with his knee before using his height and strength to overpower her completely.
In the blink of an eye, Hannah was pinned against the bed. Her wrist and leg were trapped firmly under his control.
Danger flashed through Hannah's eyes for a split second, and frustration followed right after. Still, neither emotion lasted long. What truly stirred inside her was excitement.
At last, she had run into someone of an equal caliber.
Aaron's speed, strength, and reflexes were enough to place him above others. A man like him wouldn't only dominate the business world. If he entered an assassin organization, he'd undoubtedly stand at the top.
Their eyes met. The distance between Hannah and Aaron disappeared completely, close enough for them to feel each other's breath.
Hannah released her grip first. Her tone softened as she looked at him. "Mr. Dale, you're hurting me."
Aaron studied her quietly.
Only after releasing his grip did he stand upright again. "Miss Oliver," he said slowly, "you're full of surprises."
Aaron already understood one thing clearly. If another person had been standing in his place earlier, Hannah would've already strangled them.
He had heard rumors about the Oliver family before, but none of them explained where Hannah learned such exceptional fighting skills.
If Hannah worked under him, she would undoubtedly outshine every assassin currently at his disposal.
Bitterness immediately filled Hannah's eyes as she slipped into character. "I grew up in the slums," she said softly. "Places like that are chaotic and dangerous. If I hadn't learned how to protect myself, I wouldn't have survived until now."
In only a moment, Hannah changed from a sharp blade into a delicate flower that needed protection.
"Thank you for saving my life today, Mr. Dale," Hannah added quietly.
A knowing smile appeared on Aaron's lips. "Then tell me, Miss Oliver," he said, "how are you planning to thank me?"
Hannah lifted her gaze toward him. "And how would Mr. Dale like me to thank him?"
Aaron answered slowly, "I haven't decided yet. But if I need your help one day, you must agree."
Hannah nodded lightly. "Alright."
Just then, one of Aaron's men approached them. "Mr. Dale," the subordinate said respectfully, "you have a call."
As the subordinate handed the phone to Aaron, Hannah narrowed her eyes sharply.
The movement exposed a tattoo on the man's arm. The figure looked clawing and menacing, resembling Satan.
Hannah's fists clenched instantly.
During the chaotic fight a year ago that left her badly injured, Hannah clearly remembered seeing the exact same tattoo on the traitor in the exact same place.
That tattooed man launched a sudden attack, causing heavy losses for her team. Nearly half of her elite squad was wiped out during that fight.
A thought immediately crossed Hannah's mind. Could Aaron somehow be connected to that traitor?
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9.0
My father was dying in the ICU, and our family company, the Martin Group, was on the verge of total collapse.
While I was desperately trying to sign the consent form for his life-saving surgery, my fiancé, Eston, sent me a text.
"I told you not to be stubborn. The company is mine by Friday. Beg me, and I might pay for the funeral."
He had been secretly looting my family's assets from the inside, waiting for me to break so he could steal everything. He thought I would crawl back to him in absolute despair, surrendering my father's legacy just to survive. The sheer weight of my helplessness crushed my chest as the heart monitor next to my father's bed let out a frantic, high-pitched scream.
The betrayal tore through me, but the despair quickly hardened into a cold, sharp stone.
Why should I let the man who ruined me dance on my family's grave? Why should I let him walk away with everything while I lost the only family I had left?
I wiped away my tears and blocked his number permanently.
Then, I stepped out into the freezing Manhattan rain and went straight to the top floor of the Maxwell building.
I threw my remaining shares onto the desk of Ellwood Maxwell—the apex predator of Wall Street, and Eston's untouchable, ruthless uncle.
"I want you to marry me," Ellwood said, pushing a marriage contract toward me. "That is the only way your company survives."
I picked up the pen. If Eston wanted to destroy my life, I would become his aunt and make him bow.
8.4
Arlene was the illegitimate daughter of the wealthy Boone family, treated worse than a stray dog. To keep her meager scholarship, she had to swallow her pride and apologize to the frat boy who tormented her.
But he didn't just want an apology. He forced her to drink twenty shots of liquor laced with pure capsaicin extract.
"Drink us under the table, or take off your clothes and crawl out."
Arlene drank until her stomach tore, vomiting blood and collapsing on the filthy club floor.
When she dragged her half-dead body back to the Boone estate, her biological father and half-sister didn't care. Instead, her sister ground Arlene's SAT admission ticket into the dirt with her stiletto.
"Throw her out. Dad doesn't want to look at her before Hardie's engagement."
The guards threw her onto the gravel, leaving her bleeding and barefoot in the freezing night.
Arlene sat shivering at a dark bus stop, her dignity completely stripped away. She never wanted a dime from the Boones, so why did they insist on crushing her only way out? And why did Dr. Hardie Boone, the untouchable head of the family, look at her with such a twisted, terrifying obsession?
When Hardie's black Aston Martin pulled out of the shadows, he scooped her up, took her away, and locked her inside his penthouse.
"You carry the Boone name. Whether you live or die is my decision."
Trapped by the dangerous man who demanded total control over her life, Arlene finally realized that simply running away was no longer an option.
7.4
I was only fifteen when my venomous family orchestrated my doom by forcing me into an arranged marriage with mafia heir Javier Velasquez.
On our wedding night, Javier paraded strippers into our suite to show his absolute contempt, turning me into the ultimate joke of the underworld overnight.
But being a joke was a luxury compared to what came next.
Three years later, Javier needed to be a widower to marry into a heavily armed family and secure their backing for a coup.
He didn't grant me the mercy of a bullet.
Instead, he dragged me to an abandoned underground safehouse, locked me in the damp, rotting dark, and told the world I had been assassinated.
For six months, I starved in that dungeon, surviving only on the desperate hope that my family was safe.
Then, on the day of his lavish new wedding, a cruel maid kicked a plate of spoiled food onto my floor and delivered the final, fatal blow.
"Annabel is dead. Pined away and died of a broken heart two weeks ago."
My gentle mother was dead, all because she actually believed his lie about my tragic murder.
Driven by pure agony and an all-consuming hatred, I shattered crates of smuggled chemical solvents and struck a match, letting the roaring inferno turn their bloody wedding into my funeral pyre.
I thought the fire was the end.
But when I opened my eyes, the suffocating smoke vanished, replaced by the biting chill of a Long Island winter.
I was standing in the snow, back on the exact day my descent into hell began.
This time, the terrified girl was dead, and I would use their own ruthless rules to tear their empire apart.
8.1
Red Moon
8.1
Blood Moon – Story Description
Blood Moon is a dark, thrilling tale of forbidden attraction, supernatural rivalry, and the fine line between predator and prey. Set in the seemingly ordinary Silver Hollow College, the story unfolds in a world where vampires and werewolves secretly coexist alongside humans, each hiding their true powers while battling their own instincts, rival clans, and the pressures of legacy. In this shadowed world, every glance can hide a threat, every conversation can carry hidden meaning, and every full moon can unleash the beast within.
At the heart of the story are Catrine Nella, a powerful young vampire, and Edwardo Zee, a disciplined yet conflicted werewolf. Catrine is sharp, cunning, and deadly, raised under the constant pressure of her ambitious step-sister who insists she feed on human blood to grow stronger. Catrine's natural talents in both magic and combat make her a force to be reckoned with, yet she struggles with morality, identity, and her own desire for control. Edwardo, on the other hand, is torn between his instincts as a wolf and the manipulations of his ruthless step-brother, who demands that he become a killer to claim alpha status. Edwardo wants to be a true alpha, not through bloodshed, but by protecting others and leading with honor-an ambition that sets him apart from his family and makes him both a target and a misfit among his kind.
The story begins with a violent, electrifying encounter between Catrine and Edwardo in the forest during the full moon. Both are drawn by their own impulses-Catrine performing a vampire ritual, Edwardo struggling to control the wolf within-and the resulting clash is fierce, brutal, and unforgettable. This first meeting ignites a dangerous rivalry, with each recognizing the other's extraordinary abilities while also sensing something forbidden and magnetic between them. Though enemies by instinct and heritage, the connection they forge amidst conflict sets the stage for a tension-filled enemies-to-lovers narrative that drives the series forward.
As the story unfolds, Silver Hollow College becomes a battlefield not just of physical strength but of intellect, cunning, and emotional power. Catrine and Edwardo test one another constantly-through subtle glances in class, tense encounters in crowded hallways, and increasingly dangerous confrontations in the forest. Each battle pushes them further, revealing vulnerabilities and strengths, and slowly transforms their relationship from animosity into fascination, grudging respect, and eventually, desire. Amidst this, both characters are confronted with the pressures of their families. Catrine's step-sister threatens her with weakness if she does not feed on human blood, while Edwardo's step-brother pressures him toward ruthless dominance, creating a constant tension that challenges their morality and tests the limits of their powers.
At its core, Blood Moon is a story about choice and identity. It explores the struggle between instinct and conscience, power and restraint, hatred and attraction. It examines what it means to be strong-not just physically, but emotionally and morally-in a world where strength often comes at the cost of humanity. Through fast-paced action, supernatural intrigue, and the slow-burning, dangerous pull between Catrine and Edwardo, the story blends romance, suspense, and fantasy into a gripping narrative. It is a saga of blood and moonlight, of predators and secrets, of rivalry and passion, and of two young supernatural beings whose lives are forever intertwined by fate, desire, and the power of the Blood Moon.
8.2
For three years, I scrubbed tables as a "wolfless runt," hiding my identity as the Lycan King's daughter.
It was a test for my fiancé, Alpha Connor. I wanted to see if he loved the girl, or just the crown.
He failed spectacularly tonight.
His mistress, Jaden, deliberately knocked a tray of drinks onto me during the dinner rush.
The liquid wasn't alcohol. It was concentrated silver.
My flesh hissed and bubbled as the poison ate through my skin, blocking any ability to heal.
I fell to the floor, clutching my melting hand, while Jaden faked tears and claimed I attacked her.
When Connor finally answered the video call, he saw my mangled hand. He smelled the burning flesh. He knew it was silver.
But he didn't help me.
He looked at his watch, annoyed that I was interrupting his business meeting with investors.
"Apologize to Jaden," he ordered, using his Alpha Command to crush me into submission.
"On your knees. Now."
The pain was blinding, but the betrayal cut deeper. He was forcing his Fated Mate to bow to the woman who tried to maim her.
My knees bent under the pressure, but my Royal blood refused to break.
I looked straight into the camera lens.
"No," I whispered.
I reached into my apron, bypassing the notepad, and pulled out a black satellite phone I hadn't touched in years.
"Code Black," I said to the King on the other end. "Send the Guard."
Connor thought he was disciplining a waitress.
He didn't know he just declared war on the Royal Family.
8.4
Juliette was an agriculture major desperately trying to get top-tier CRISPR potato data from Adrian Castillo, the untouchable physics genius and wealthy heir.
But to get it, she was dragged to a high-end shooting club, where Adrian suddenly lost all his legendary motor skills, shooting zeroes and acting like a helpless nerd.
His clumsy act made Juliette a target. Blair, a wealthy heiress, cornered her, mocking her mud-stained cargo pants and calling her a pathetic dirt-girl.
"If you lose, you leave this club and never speak to Adrian again."
Blair challenged her to a professional air pistol match. The crowd of elites laughed, waiting for the farm girl to humiliate herself.
Even worse, Adrian just stood behind her, pretending to be terrified of Blair and whispering that his sinuses would swell shut if Juliette didn't save him.
The mockery and judgment felt suffocating. Everyone thought she was just a desperate fangirl who didn't even know how to hold a gun.
But they didn't know the dark trauma she had buried years ago. And she didn't understand why Adrian, a man who could supposedly shoot a coin at eight hundred meters in a sandstorm, was deliberately playing weak to push her to the firing line. What was his sick endgame?
To secure her experimental fertilizer, Juliette finally stopped hiding.
She picked up the competition pistol, locked her perfect stance, and fired ten flawless shots.
108.5. Total, undeniable annihilation.