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Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 154368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 772(@200wpm)___ 617(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)

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Nyomi thought surviving betrayal, blood, and a nest of spies meant she finally understood the man she loved.She was wrong.

The Dragon burns and the walls aren't just closing in—they're on fire.

To survive this war, she'll have to become something even the Dragon didn't see coming.

The Dragon, Book 5—the scorching, unstoppable continuation of Kenya Wright's bestselling dark yakuza romance saga, where love isn't just a weakness. It's the most dangerous weapon of all

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Prologue

Burning

Nyomi

What does it mean to burn?

To truly light up in a blaze of heat and fire.

Waking up wrapped in the inferno of Kenji, consumed by a heat so complete I couldn't tell where my body ended and his began—that was burning.

That was fire.

His scent and essence were everywhere.

Around me.

Behind me.

Over me.

His arm draped across my waist, heavy with muscle even in sleep. His chest pressed against my back like a wall of living flame, radiating warmth that seeped past my skin and into my bones until my blood slowed, thickened, turned molten.

I was cocooned.

Pinned.

Held in place by the sheer mass of this sexy, dangerous man.

Fuck.

Was I going to wake up like this every morning?

Wrapped in him.

Claimed by heat before I even opened my eyes?

I kept my eyes closed, afraid that if I looked, the spell might break. I wanted to stay right here—floating in sensation, suspended between sleep and waking, between safety and surrender.

His breath stirred my hair in a slow, steady rhythm. Every time he exhaled, I felt the expansion of his ribs against my spine.

In.

Out.

It was the cadence of safety.

It anchored me.

His huge hand splayed across my stomach. Those fingers were spread wide like he was claiming me in his dreams.

The heat of his palm burned through the thin silk of my nightgown.

Branding me.

I could feel the calluses on his fingers, the roughness that contradicted the gentleness of his touch.

My neck throbbed with a different kind of heat. The bite marks he'd left there last night—teeth sinking into the curve where my shoulder met my throat.

Marking me.

Dominating me.

All of it made me feel like I was lying beside an ancient, primal, and unstoppable beast that had decided, for now, not to devour me.

The bruises from his teeth pulsed now with their own warmth, tender and swollen, and even that ache felt like burning love.

Even that pain felt like belonging.

This is everything.

I let myself savor this moment. The weight of his arm. The furnace of his chest. The way his thigh wedged between mine, solid as an oak, anchoring me to him even in sleep.

I pressed back against him, letting his heat soak through me, letting myself dissolve into the comfort of his body.

With my eyes still closed, I moved my hand and guided my fingertips to the bite marks on my neck.

Damn, Kenji.

I traced the indentations his teeth had left behind.

One day, you’re going to fully consume me.

And those bite marks weren’t warm.

They were burning.

Throbbing like a slow-burning brand.

Had his teeth written themselves into my skin in a language my body understood before my mind did?

What else were his teeth saying to my body, besides mine?

I was still tracing the echo of his teeth when something else threaded into my awareness. It was a faint scent at first, barely there. It curled through the room, mixing with Kenji’s heat.

Mmmm. What’s that?

I sniffed.

Roasting meat. Delicious.

The soothing aroma drifted through the room.

Rich.

Fatty.

Savory.

My stomach growled.

I breathed it in.

It smells like. . .Christmas ham slow-roasting over heat. Is the chef cooking up a big breakfast feast for this morning?

A wave of hunger washed over me, twining with my desire for Kenji like two serpents in a dance. Tearing my attention away from the pulsing marks on my neck.

I blinked my eyes open, taking in the pale light from the window.

And that was when I saw it.

What? No way.

Beyond the glass, white flakes drifted past.

Oh my God. Snow.

My heart warmed.

So beautiful.

White flakes twirled in the early light, floating and swirling.

Delicate as lace.

Breathtaking.

I watched them drift past the window, completely mesmerized.

Snow on the island? But. . .

It had been warm yesterday. Kenji and I had been swimming in the water, enjoying his private island.

How could it be suddenly snowing now?

The snowflakes continued to lazily spin through the air. Some rose on invisible currents. Others simply floated.

And behind them, through the glass, an orange glow pulsed like a heartbeat.

Huh? What’s that?

I moved Kenji's arms and slowly began to get up.

He stirred instantly, brought his arm back, and tightened his hold.

I moved the heavy arm again.

A low, dark growl left him. “Tora?”

I smirked and pushed his arm away again. “I’m just going to the window.”

“Why?”

"Because it's snowing." I was already moving toward the edge of the bed and sliding out from under the covers.

“Snowing?”

“Yes.”

He yawned. “It shouldn’t be snowing.”

“I know.”

“It’s not winter.”

“I know, but it’s snowing.” My feet hit the cold floor as I rose from the bed. The loss of his heat hit me like grief, sudden and sharp.

The smell began to get stronger as I headed to the window. That roasting meat scent started to coat the back of my throat.

“Tora. . .wait—”

“I’ll be right back.”

Worry laced his voice. "No. Tora, come back now."

“Why?” I wrapped my arms around myself and kept moving toward the window. I heard the bed shift behind me, heard him sitting up. “I’ll be quick, Kenji. I just love when it snows—”

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Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 161615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 808(@200wpm)___ 646(@250wpm)___ 539(@300wpm)

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The Final Book in the Dragon SagaLove was never supposed to survive in the Dragon’s empire.
But Kenji—ruthless Yakuza heir, feared across Asia—has done the impossible. He’s fallen in love.

Nyomi thought she was only investigating Tokyo’s underworld. Instead, she became the Dragon’s Heart—his obsession, his weapon, his undoing. Together, they’ve faced betrayal, bloodshed, and a war that threatens to consume them both.

Now the walls are closing in.
The Fox waits in the shadows.
Spies walk freely on the island.
And Kenji’s enemies know the one truth that could destroy to break the Dragon, they must first take his Tiger.

But Nyomi is no longer just a journalist caught in the storm. She’s been sharpened into something lethal—his partner, his insight, his only equal. And she’s ready to test just how far love can burn when it’s forged in fire, blood, and obsession.

In the end, it won’t just be Tokyo at stake. It will be their souls.

The Dragon Book 4 is the explosive, intoxicating conclusion to Kenya Wright’s bestselling dark romance saga—a finale of power, passion, betrayal, and the kind of love that devours everything in its path

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Prologue

That Smile

Hiro

I couldn't close my eyes to sleep.

The moment darkness fell around my lids, she was there. Nura—dark brown skin, breathtaking face, her lips curved, the faintest smile meant only for me.

And then the horror came.

Her, chained and forced to sit on the floor beneath my father as if he were higher and she was lower.

Her, turning her face in my direction and giving me that smile again.

And then—time slowed.

The muzzle flashed. I saw the bullet leave the barrel, cut through the air between them—between my father's hand and her head—in a trajectory I would trace in my mind for the rest of my life.

That smile was still on her face.

Her eyes still held that warmth.

The bullet traveled through inches of air, then less, moving toward the side of her head where her skin looked so soft, where I'd hoped to press my lips after our date.

Contact.

The metal kissed bone.

For a fraction of a breath, nothing—and then everything.

The skull resisted, then gave way.

I saw. . .I saw. . .the fracture lines spider outward from the point of entry, a grotesque starburst blooming across the curve of her head. The bullet punched through, carrying pieces of her with it.

Fragments of bone.

Dark matter.

The very essence of who she was, atomized.

The exit wound erupted.

Everything that made her sprayed outward in a mist of red. A horrific flower blooming in reverse, petals flying away instead of unfurling.

And through it all, impossibly, that smile remained on her face.

Her eyes hadn't changed yet. They were still looking at me with that warmth, even as she ceased to exist. It took a heartbeat for gravity to claim her, then she was gone.

Sound came last.

My screams.

The gunshot's sharp, final crack.

I saw it again and again.

That smile. . .

Why had she smiled at me like that?

As if she were giving me a secret gift in the middle of brutal violence.

What had that smile promised?

A future I’d never earned?

A forgiveness I hadn’t asked for and didn't deserve?

The guilt hit hardest because her smile had been for me alone, intimate and trusting, and I had nothing to return it with but silence and a body that couldn’t move under my father's men.

That smile.

It stung because surviving felt like theft—like I’d kept her life while she was taken, and every breath I drew after felt borrowed from her lungs.

That smile.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw it and the bullet leaving the barrel. Every time, that same fucking bullet made that same fucking journey. Every time, her skull fractured in that same starburst pattern. Every time, that smile stayed frozen on her face as everything behind it ceased to be.

Every single time.

Over and over.

Since that night, my body hadn’t been mine. My stomach coiled on itself, hungry but unwilling to take food. My chest cinched tight; every breath dragged like it was hooked to barbed wire. My hands shook, even when I kept them clenched until the knuckles split.

I walked.

I fought.

I planned, but the hours dissolved into one endless blur.

My head throbbed from sleepless nights, blood buzzing at the base of my skull like hornets.

I kept moving because the second I stopped, that smile waited in the stillness.

That. . .smile.

The Claws didn’t ask why my eyes were red, why I kept a bottle at my side but never seemed drunk.

They knew not to.

If Kenji or Reo tried to look too close, I gave them the sharp edge of silence. Because I knew if I spoke her name aloud my voice would break. And once it broke, I didn’t think I could put myself back together.

So I clenched my jaw until it ached.

I pressed my teeth against sleep.

I fucked men and women, but not for pleasure, just for something to leave my body.

I let my heart hollow itself out day by day, an organ crashing and burning from the inside.

My Father, the Fox, thought he was untouchable.

He was wrong.

I would unmake him. Not quickly—no, that would be mercy, and mercy died with Nura's smile.

Together, with my brother, Kenji, I would carve his death the way a master carved stone, chipping away piece by piece, day by day, until there was nothing left but dust. I would strip him of his empire first—his money, his soldiers, his name.

I would take his allies and turn them into ghosts.

I would poison every well he drank from, burn every bridge he thought would hold him.

And when he had nothing left, when he was small, powerless, and alone the way Nura had been in those final moments, when he finally understood what it meant to be beneath someone—then I would take his breath.

Slowly.

The way he'd taken hers in an instant, I would take his, over hours.

Over days if I could manage it.

I would make him feel every second draining away, make him beg for the mercy of that single bullet he'd given her.

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The Dragon 3 – Tokyo Empire Read Online Kenya Wright http://www.ilovenovels.com/the-dragon-3-tokyo-empire-read-online-kenya-wright Sun, 12 Oct 2025 20:51:40 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/the-dragon-3-tokyo-empire-read-online-kenya-wright Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love Authors: Kenya Wright Advertisement

Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 101427 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)

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Power. Pleasure. War. And the woman who burns brighter than them all. 🔥
I’ve built an empire and crushed many kings, but nothing has ever undone me like her.
Nyomi Palmer is no longer a journalist investigating my world—she’s inside it. Inside me.
And I’m unraveling.

Tokyo is a battlefield.
The Fox—my father—has bared his fangs.
Blood will spill.
Secrets will surface.
And every decision I make could cost me everything I’ve fought for.

Nyomi holds the fire and the blade.
She isn’t just my obsession—she’s my Queen..
But to claim her fully, I’ll have to kneel.
Bleed.
And burn down every lie I’ve ever told. . .even the ones I told myself.

Because love isn’t the end of the war.
It’s the beginning

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Prologue

Where Worship Turns to War

Kenji

I’d spent my whole life believing I didn’t need saving. Thinking that love was for fools, that softness got you killed.

But when my cock sank deep into Nyomi, I wasn’t just inside her body, I existed within the very place where she kept her fear.

Her fire.

Her surrender.

She was wet in a way that didn’t feel physical. It felt emotional, like her body had wept openly for me, called to me, prepared itself for my sensual brutality and offered something better.

Belonging.

Her pussy clung to my cock in slick, merciless perfection. But it wasn’t just pleasure, it was clarity. The sort of clarity that was so sharp it could cut through every lie I’d ever told myself.

With every thrust, the wars I’d fought fell away.

The blood I’d spilled.

The rules I’d written in corpses.

None of it meant a goddamn thing compared to the rhythm of her body dragging me deeper into her belonging.

I hadn’t known until that moment that I was starving. That all the power, money, and death hadn’t touched the ache that lived in the walls of my soul.

I hadn’t realized I was empty until I met her.

Yet, she filled me. And for a man who’d only ever known how to take, her filling my soul was the most dangerous thing of all. Because, what we shared wasn’t just sex; it was a slow evisceration.

Her pussy split me open and made erotic violence twist inside me so much that I wanted to lock her to a bed, bind her in my enemies’ blood, and make her wear my last name as a collar.

I’d ruled this Tokyo empire with a steady hand and slit throats without blinking, but inside her, I was utterly submissive.

I was her servant.

Her body didn’t make me feel powerful.

It made me feel fated.

And now?

Now I would kill any man who looked at her for too long.

And, if she ever tried to escape me, I wouldn’t chase her. I would burn down every city she ran to, turn borders to bonfires, and when there was nothing left but smoke. . .I would build her cage from ashes.

That was the fury I carried in my bones when I walked out of the room to deal with whoever had attempted to ruin my perfect date.

They dared to fucking interrupt us?

“Her moans were still trapped in my jaw, vibrating through my teeth when I clenched them.

Who will I kill tonight?

My chest was bare, skin gleaming with sweat.

I hadn’t even bothered to wipe the evidence of Nyomi’s wet pussy from my mouth. I walked out with that slickness on my lips. I wanted them to see it. To smell it. To know I’d just worshipped at my Tiger’s altar and returned as a God.

I will rip their fucking hearts out of their chests.

Her scent was still on my skin—black amber and ripe plum. Now blood would be the third note to form a holy trinity.

If my enemies had hoped to kill a man caught vulnerable, they had miscalculated. I wasn’t vulnerable. I was vibrating with bloodlust.

The door shut behind me with a whisper, and the hallway met me like a stage awaiting the final act.

I closed my eyes for one heartbeat.

Just one.

Then I opened them—and the god in me woke hungry.

I looked around the massive, long corridor.

What do we have here?

The space reeked of blood, gunpowder, and the sharp tang of betrayal.

Carnage was everywhere.

Further down and at the end of the corridor, my men—those who had lived—were forming a wide perimeter and staring at something in front of them.

They must have kept some of these bastards alive. Good.

Blood slicked the wooden floors. One of our young guards had been slumped against the corner with his throat neatly sliced. Blood spattered the walls. A few of the paintings had been shredded with blades.

Another body lay two feet away.

Not one of mine.

His suit was custom—gray wool, hand-stitched with Kyoto silk. No tattoos. No Dragon ink. No Fang or Eye marks. His boots weren’t ours either—clean, imported, too polished for a soldier meant to bleed.

But bleed he had.

Badly.

I stepped closer, tilting my head as I studied him.

The body was twisted—left leg tucked under unnaturally, neck at a sickening angle, like it had been halfway snapped but not enough to kill him right away.

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The Dragon 2 – Tokyo Empire Read Online Kenya Wright http://www.ilovenovels.com/the-dragon-2-tokyo-empire-read-online-kenya-wright Thu, 25 Sep 2025 16:03:24 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/the-dragon-2-tokyo-empire-read-online-kenya-wright Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Insta-Love Authors: Kenya Wright Advertisement

Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 115388 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)

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Worship.
Power.
Control.
And the woman bold enough to take it all.
Tokyo’s most dangerous mafia king, Kenji Sato, commands empires with silence, precision, and blood. But ever since Nyomi Palmer—a bold Black American author determined to expose Tokyo’s underworld—steps into his world, his obsession has turned feral.
One dream—her on a throne, his mouth between her thighs—and the Dragon shatters.
Jet planes. Private chefs. Decadent suites. He offers her the empire—but not freedom.
But beneath the luxury and lust, a war is building. With his father—the Fox—threatening his empire, and spies whispering at every border, Kenji must decide if Nyomi is his ultimate weakness. . .or the weapon he needs most.
As the ropes tighten, secrets unravel, and desire transforms into devotion, Nyomi will discover just how far a Dragon will go to possess the woman who dares to master him—and how much blood he’ll spill for her name.

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Prologue

The Dragon Kneeling for Pussy

Nyomi

In my dream, I sat on a throne made of dark gold, slick with oil and time, and carved with dragons and tigers.

In front me, Kenji knelt, bare-chested and bound.

Rope coiled around his muscular arms like gold-tinted vines—firm and symmetrical—more pinned across the wide breadth of his rippling chest. Each knot was beautiful.

Desire paired with absolute submission.

His thighs were spread wide, knees bruised on the marble floor, his cock erect and weeping in the low light.

And I mean weeping.

Fat droplets of pre-cum slicked the ground, each one glistening like diamonds in the sun.

His shaft pulsed—gorged, desperate, flushed so deep it bordered on purple—and yet he didn’t beg.

At least not out loud.

Instead, he begged through hungry groans as he licked my clit, mouth open and greedy, lips coated in my slick heat.

“That’s right, Dragon,” I trembled. “Eat this pussy.”

The air was thick with the musky scent of sex.

Groaning even louder, his tongue licked my clit up and down like he was tasting salvation.

His hair clung to his face in wet strands.

So drunk on power, I reached over and fisted some of his silky strands. “Lick it all up, baby.”

He grunted.

I guided his head again and again between my thighs, pressing his mouth where I needed him most.

God.

It was heaven on fire.

He moaned again.

A broken, sacred sound.

Worship lived on his tongue and I was his altar.

Kenji Sato.

The fucking Dragon.

Mess with him and you're dead.

And your bloodline too.

Newspapers and documentaries claimed that he ruled Japan’s underworld as a conductor of carnage—every gunshot a note, every bribe a beat, every blood oath a drumline of death.

Assassins moved to his rhythm.

Empires bowed to his silence.

When he gave the signal, cities bled.

He was a man with claws sharp enough to skin legacies, fangs built for ruin, and a roar that cracked the spines of other mafia kings.

Yet here he was. . .on his knees, licking my pussy like a good little Dragon.

A man who had knelt for no one—not the government, not the police, not even his enemies—was now groaning against my pussy like I was the only god who had ever deserved his devotion.

At that moment, I was.

I knew my ancestors must have been smiling—no, cackling—in the background. Watching me take what had never been given to them.

A woman with my dark brown skin.

My thick, unapologetic curves.

My voice.

My bloodline.

We had always been expected to bow, serve, and tame ourselves into silence.

But not tonight.

In this moment, I was the thunder that cracked open the night sky.

He was all mine.

“Deeper,” I wrapped a thigh around his shoulder and dragged him closer. “Tongue-fuck me, Kenji.”

He growled low, his jaw shifting as he obeyed.

The moment his tongue plunged into me… I gasped. His hands—still tied behind him—tensed like he wanted to break free, grab my thighs, and crush me against his mouth but the rope kept him obedient.

Still. . .he dominated me from the bottom.

His submission wasn’t weakness.

It was control flipped inside out.

That made this all so goddamn erotically delicious.

Even bound.

Even silenced by my pussy, he was still a goddamn alpha.

Those ropes might’ve kept his arms pinned but nothing could tame the hunger in his mouth or the command in his eyes.

Each flick of his tongue was a challenge.

Every groan said you’re mine even if you’re sitting on the throne and I’m bound.

That was the part that wrecked me. Because it wasn’t just that I had him kneeling, it was that he wanted to be there.

Chose to be there.

Chose me.

Chose my pussy as his altar.

He was supposedly in the position of submission and yet he fucked me with his tongue like he owned my soul. Like he knew the exact rhythm to make my breath catch, the pressure to make my thighs tremble, the pattern that would bring me right to the edge—but never let me fall.

Even now, my hips rolled without my permission chasing his mouth, drunk off the way his groans vibrated straight into my clit.

My hand twisted tighter in his hair. “Fuck, Kenji. . .”

He looked up at me, eyes half-lidded, gaze feral and worshipful at the same time.

His lips were swollen.

Glazed with me.

That thick, pulsing cock twitched and spilled out a ribbon of pre-cum.

A spiritually erotic tribute to the queen he served.

I whispered. “Good boy.”

He groaned louder and I came hard.

My body arched and shook. My vision blurred as rainbow-colored stars exploded in front of me. My nerves buzzed and then detonated with pleasure.

He was mine.

But I was damned sure also his.

He pulled another orgasm out of me, this one violent and ragged. I bit down on my own moan, breath hissing through my teeth as my hips shook, thighs closing around his ears.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!”

Still, he licked.

Like he needed the taste of my pussy to breathe.

His eyes never left mine. That gaze was so intense, even as hot ripples of pleasure wrecked my body. Those dark orbs watched me, drinking in my shudders.

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The Dragon 1 – Tokyo Empire Read Online Kenya Wright http://www.ilovenovels.com/the-dragon-1-tokyo-empire-read-online-kenya-wright Sat, 16 Aug 2025 22:26:00 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/the-dragon-1-tokyo-empire-read-online-kenya-wright Genre: Alpha Male, Crime, Dark, Erotic Authors: Kenya Wright Advertisement

Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 66993 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)

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🔥🔥A slow-burn AmBw mafia romance with high heat from the Lion and Mouse World.🔥🔥

He’s the Dragon in Tokyo’s underworld.
She’s the love that will burn him alive.

Nyomi Palmer came to Japan to chase a story—an exposé on the elite sex clubs hidden beneath Tokyo’s neon skyline. She didn’t expect to find Kenji Sato—the Yakuza heir to an empire soaked in blood and gold, known only to all as the Dragon.

He was exquisite death in a designer suit. Power drips from his every word. And when he breathes her in—black amber and ripe plum—he gives her a new name.
Tora.
His tiger.
His obsession.

But Kenji Sato has rules. A legacy. And enemies who would slit her throat just to watch him bleed. He can’t afford to fall in love, and yet—he does so fast it shocks him.But does the Dragon truly have time for love?
Or will the Dragon drag them both into the fire?

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Prologue

The Sound That Follows Surrender

Kenji

I was eight years old the first time I watched my father choke a woman.

Not in anger.

Not out of violence.

But because he needed to feel women surrender the way other men needed air.

Power—in his hands—became a kind of worship.

And the woman?

Maybe, she wanted to be choked.

Perhaps, stillness—in his grip—felt more like being claimed than restrained.

That night, I’d crept into his study to find a special fantasy book—When the Dragon Swallowed the Moon.

I didn’t know what the story was truly about, only that the cover shimmered in hues of obsidian and deep gold, like dragon scales dipped in moonlight—and the title’s letters curled across the surface in silver ink so fine it looked like it had been written with a whisper.

The study door had been cracked open, just enough for me to slip through.

I kept the lights off so my mother and the servants wouldn’t know I was awake.

When I entered, several distinct smells hit me. First, clove smoke and aged leather, the familiar scent of my father.

The aroma of charcoal rose from the small hibachi brazier glowing in the corner of the room, its embers burning low beneath a mesh screen.

Yet there was another scent—black amber and ripe plum.

Dark.

Sweet.

Warm, like the breath of a secret sin, clinging to silk trapped beneath hands that knew how to take their time.

I didn’t understand it, then—not the weight of it, not the pull. Something inside me bloomed in its wake; feral, quiet, hungry.

I spent the rest of my life chasing that scent.

Not in gardens.

Not in perfumed brothels or between the thighs of eager women.

But in the moments when breath hitched, when silence trembled, when power hovered on the edge of surrender.

Barefoot, I tiptoed along the study’s warm marble floor, trailing my fingers along the spines of books and searching for the shimmering cover.

Shadows moved along the bookshelves like beasts waiting to be named.

Then I heard it.

Not a scream.

Not a gasp.

A moan—sharp and quiet.

Someone trying not to be heard.

My fingers froze in mid-reach, I turned my head toward the sound.

At the far end of the study, a woman was pinned to my father’s desk, it wasn’t my mother. His hands were at her throat, not squeezing hard, but just enough to hold her still.

His face wasn’t twisted with rage.

It was calm.

Focused.

Like he was reading her body the way I read my books—slowly, hungrily, taking in every line.

She looked up at him with her mouth parted and her eyes full of something I couldn’t name then, later I would call it surrender.

Her fingers clutched the edge of the desk, knuckles white, yet not in fear.

Her dress had slipped from her shoulders, one silk strap dangled uselessly down her arm.

I remember all the sounds of that night. The sound of her breath; raspy, fast. The slick rustle of his suit. The low, guttural growl he made when she whimpered.

My heartbeat had thundered in my ears.

I didn’t understand what I was seeing, not really.

But I knew it was sacred.

Private.

A ritual of power wrapped in intimacy.

In that moment, I understood why my mother had always forbidden me from entering his study after dark—why she never crossed its threshold herself, day or night. She only ever glared at the door then hurried past it as if old ghosts might leak through the keyhole and cling to her skin.

Shocked and the book now forgotten, I backed away slowly and slipped out of the study.

However, right as I left, the woman let out a gasp.

Soft.

Shattered.

Sacred.

The kind of sound a woman made when ruin and rapture claimed her in the same breath—when hands didn’t just hold her, they unmade her.

It would take me years to understand what I’d witnessed.

Even then, I knew.

Power didn’t always roar.

Sometimes, it whispered.

Sometimes, it moaned.

And other times—it wore the face of love just before it devoured you.

Many nights that moment replayed in my mind. Each time, I wasn’t sure if I remembered the woman’s face correctly anymore.

But I remembered the scent—black amber and plum; I remembered how it clung to the air like prophecy.

Decadent and dark.

Oh, so impossible to forget.

Chapter one

The Erotic Soul Circus

Nyomi

Sex pulsed through the Japanese brothel. It was this intense heat, vibrating through my bones and causing my nipples to stiffen under my shirt.

Don’t forget the book, Nyomi. This is work, nothing more.

In my short life, I’d learned that pleasure came in all sizes.

In Tokyo, they’d discovered the same notion and sold lust in rich boxes for all to drool over and buy.

I can't believe I’m actually here!

Standing in the hallway, I ran my fingers along the warm, smooth tiles decorating the walls.

Piano music mingled with women giggling.

Cigar smoke intertwined with the sensual scents of lit candles outlining the bar.

Art hung on the walls, portraying nude, feminine bodies in the most delicious positions.

Work, not play, remember. Thank God I brought Zo. He’ll keep me in line.

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One night of indulgence.
As a sought-after film intimacy coordinator, Rae has spent years choreographing passion on screen while her own love life has faded into the background. This year, she’s planning to change things. And it starts with taking herself out on a solo date at New York’s most exclusive, $5,000-a-plate restaurant, where every bite is a masterpiece and every sip of champagne tastes like wealth.But she never expected him. A devastatingly handsome, French enigma, watching her with unfiltered hunger. Dangerous in the way powerful men are. Possessive in the way that ruins lives and makes women drip with hunger.

As Rae surrenders to a world of culinary pleasure, she’s left wondering will this only be a fun solo date or will she become a delicious course on his menu?

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Prologue

Sex Choreography

Rae

Tension buzzed throughout the movie set as we all prepared for the film’s first sex scene.

Okay. Let’s make sure everything is on point.

The set was an absolute masterpiece, designed to mirror the opulent and dangerous world of Blood and Vows—the viral mafia romance novel that had captivated millions of women and sparked fanfics, memes, and even custom playlists.

Expecting this to be a blockbuster hit, the production team had spared no expense, pouring what felt like half the movie’s enormous budget into this one room to ensure it would look as breathtakingly seductive as fans had imagined.

Just another day making two impossibly gorgeous humans pretend to have the kind of sex regular people can only dream about.

I grinned.

Totally normal.

The bedroom was drenched in decadence.

Rich, dark velvet covered the walls.

The centerpiece of the space was this massive bed, draped in blood-red silk sheets that shimmered under this massive chandelier.

A fireplace dominated one wall, its flames simulated for safety but no less mesmerizing.

Above it hung a painting of a dark, stormy ocean, the kind of thing you’d expect to find in a villain’s lair. On the mantle, gold chalices and an antique pistol sat side by side, little touches that felt ripped straight from the book.

To the left of the bed was a small table set for two, complete with crystal glasses and a decanter of what looked like whiskey. And not just any whiskey—there was a label I couldn’t quite make out, but I’d overheard the props team gushing about it being some insanely rare vintage that had cost a ridiculous amount of money, even though no one would ever actually drink it.

But it was the little details that really made the set sing. A knife glinted on the bedside table, encrusted with tiny rubies. Next to it was a single, wilting white rose, its petals blackened at the edges.

This scene is going to be insane.

I didn’t even want to know how much they spent to make the room smell perfect, but it worked. It felt like stepping into the pages of the book itself—a place where passion and violence intertwined.

“Let’s see.” I walked around, checking everything one last time. “Anything else?”

My assistant, Gisselle followed behind me. “I believe we have everything double checked, Rae.”

“Perfect.”

She looked at me. “What time do you leave for your trip?”

I checked my watch. “I’m out of here in four hours.”

“Rae, I hope you have an amazing time.”

“Me too.” My eyes landed on the ropes coiled neatly on the side table.

They looked innocuous enough—soft, silk-blend ropes dyed a deep crimson to match the set’s color palette—but I knew better than to trust appearances. This wasn’t my first time working on a scene that involved restraints, and I’d learned early in my career that safety always had to come first.

The last thing anyone needed was for Ava Laurent, the biggest star on the planet, to pass out—or worse—because someone didn’t test the equipment properly.

Picking up the ropes, I ran my fingers along their length, and gave them a few experimental tugs, testing their strength and flexibility.

Next, I tied a simple loop around my wrist, snug but not tight, to see how it felt.

No pinching.

No constriction.

Good.

I undid the knot. “Gisselle, do we have a pair of scissors in my kit for just in case?”

“We do, and I added another pair just in case.”

“Excellent.”

Having my career-defining project remembered as "Actress Dies Filming Mafia Romance Sex Scene" wasn't exactly what I had in mind for today.

I scanned the space, super excited.

We were about to film the infamous scene where the hero had just killed the heroine’s kidnappers and carried her—still trembling and bloody—back to this very room.

The scene fans had dissected a thousand times, theorizing over every line, every breath.

This wasn’t just a scene.

This was the moment.

And if we didn’t nail it, the internet was going to tear us apart.

I took my coffee from Gisselle. “Let Marco know that we’re ready.”

With a nod from Gisselle, the director Marco rose from his chair with the script clutched tightly in his hand.

Gripping my coffee, I headed off to the side.

The cameras hummed steadily.

The main camera guy, Santana rolled the dolly into position with a soft creak, muttering something about the “magic angle” for the perfect shot.

I took a sip of my coffee, wishing I’d told Gissele to add an extra pump of caramel syrup.

And right on cue, Ava Laurent strolled in.

The moment I spotted Ava, I was reminded of how impossibly perfect she looked. The kind of perfect that didn’t just come from youth but from being crafted by the European gods themselves.

Even though the make-up artist had splattered her with fake drops of blood and a few strategic smudges on her face, her long, platinum-blond hair cascaded down her back like liquid sunlight, and those icy blue eyes were so sharp they could probably cut glass.

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A final battle that will end in blood.
Monique was taken. Ripped from Lei’s arms, thrown into the hands of the most dangerous man alive—his own father.
And because of it. . .Monique may change.

Also, the final battle will happen. The East isn’t big enough for both father and son, and this time, only one will survive.Will Lei reclaim his queen and his throne?
Or will he lose everything in the fight to end a dynasty?

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Prologue

On the Edge of Control

Lei

I stood outside the door with my hand hovering over the knob.

Every instinct in my body told me to go inside and get Moni.

They’ll come out and I’ll just have to fight my father in the hallway.

The air around me ran thick with tension.

There’s no way I’m letting them take her away.

I began pacing.

Rage and frustration surged through me.

Each second that passed was a blade twisting deeper into my chest.

Moni was in there with my father, and there was nothing I could do about it.

Not yet at least.

My jaw tightened.

I could feel the muscles in my face straining as I fought to keep control. But it was a losing battle and I could sense my restraint slowly unraveling like a ball of yarn.

I curled my fingers into fists, digging my nails into my palms as I tried to contain the anger boiling inside me.

Come on, Moni. Say bye to TT and then come back out.

Sweat trickled down my forehead as I struggled to hold on but I knew it was only a matter of time before I exploded.

Tonight, you die, father.

The monks—my father’s puppets—stood in the hallway silent, watching me.

And Dima—he was still outside being held on the carousel.

Why the fuck would he kill the cat?

The rest of the guests at the cookout continued with no worries. Music boomed off in the distance along with laughter and chatter.

My nerves frazzled.

How are you going to get Moni out of here, father? You know it would be a battle with me. Sure, you have Dima but. . .you know I can’t be without her. . .will it be another blade to her throat? What’s your exit plan?

I kept trying to think of ways I could get Moni back that wouldn’t end up with more dead bodies for the week.

But with my father, there was always a catch.

Always something I didn’t see coming until it was too late.

Currently, the door in front of me represented a wall—one I couldn’t tear down with sheer force alone, even though every muscle in my body screamed to act.

But TT was in there and my father had guns on Dima and Rose.

I hate being this powerless.

Then, I heard the sound of footsteps, heavy and urgent, approaching from my side.

Who’s that?

I turned my head to the right.

Duck.

Slowly, my cousin took in the monks and me standing in front of the door. Thank God he brought a mini-army upstairs along with Hu.

“Lei?” Duck scowled at the monks. “Am I going to like what’s going on?”

“Not at all.” I spotted Lan with her sword out. “Where’s Chen and the rest of Moni’s ladies-in-waiting?”

“Thandi and Fen took Chen back to the palace. He was close to passing out on the dancefloor.”

“Good, make sure they stay with Chen. We’ll update him tomorrow morning.”

Hu got to my right, “and how about you update us right now.”

“My father and Uncle Song are in the room with Moni and TT.”

Duck let out an exasperated breath.

Hu shook his head. “Let me guess, Uncle Leo has some plan.”

“He wants to take Moni,” I sighed. “He grabbed Dima and Rose at the carousel and killed the cat to keep them still.”

Lan parted her lips in horror.

More of my men filled the hallway. Their expressions were hard, their weapons at the ready.

My father’s monks shifted uncomfortably, knowing their time on this earth would be winding down soon.

Duck turned to the monks. “Should we grab Dima or take care of these monks?”

“We can’t move until I have Moni.”

Duck glanced at the door, then back at me. “You know he’s not leaving without Moni.”

“And I’m not letting him take her.”

Duck rubbed the back of his neck. “And if we don’t have a choice?”

“Meaning?”

“Leo’s not going to let you fight him tonight, which means he has several back up plans to ensure he can take her away. So. . .”

“What?”

“You may need to let her go for tonight—”

“That’s what she said.”

“Moni is smart and Uncle Leo won’t kill her.”

I turned to face Duck fully. Anger rose in my chest. “You’re telling me, I should just stand here and watch as my father takes her away?”

“We have to play this smart. If you go after him now, it’ll be chaos. You know that’s what he wants.”

Every word Duck said was true and it hit me like poison.

I hated the blunt honesty of it all.

The last thing I wanted to do was let my father walk out of here with Moni but Duck was right. Charging after him without a plan, without knowing exactly what he had up his sleeve, would only make things worse.

I gritted my teeth, glaring at the door as if I could burn it down with my eyes alone. My father’s voice echoed in my mind, his manipulations, his cold, calculated control. And Moni—Moni was in there, stuck in his grip.

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A throne soaked in blood.
A love tested by chaos.
Lei has spent his life ruling with ruthless precision, but Monique is no ordinary woman—she’s a wildfire in his world of order, a temptation he can’t resist. She belongs to him in every way, yet his biggest enemy lingers, threatening to shatter everything.

Monique never wanted a crown, but fate has placed one on her head. As the Mountain Mistress, she must navigate a deadly game where loyalty is a weapon and love is the most dangerous weakness of all.
When an unimaginable gift is placed at her feet, a line is drawn in blood.To protect what’s his, Lei will burn the world down.
But can their love survive?

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Prologue

A Symphony of Teas

Monique

In the moonlit garden, cherry blossom petals fell around us.

Lei’s grip on my ass only intensified as I moved my hips, riding his cock in this hypnotic rhythm.

“Oh, Lei.”

The grass and cool dirt smoothed beneath my knees.

My breasts bounced, almost hitting his face.

He leaned forward eagerly capturing my sensitive nipple and sucking on it.

Teasing it with the tip of his tongue.

“Oh. Oh.” I arched my back. “Oh.”

Groaning, he let go of my nipple and dug his fingers deeper into my flesh.

“Oh.”

The intensity of his sensual grip only heightened the pleasure. “Mmmm.”

“God, I love you.” My lips found his in a passionate kiss and our wine-stained tongues danced.

More delicate petals fell, brushing against our entwined bodies in soft caresses.

Ragged gasps left me.

His deep voice whispered against my skin. “Moni.”

Lei thrust hard into me, meeting my tempo. “You’re not just in my heart. . .”

I shivered in erotic pleasure.

“You’re in my head.”

Ripples of lust slipped down my spine.

“You’re in my soul.”

My whole body melted.

With a shuddering gasp, I fell over the edge and Lei followed closely behind, loudly groaning.

Our bodies moved together as one, our skin slipping and sliding against each other.

We climaxed in utter erotic ecstasy, vibrating and. . .

Chef Foo spoke in front of me, “This one is Gyokuro.”

What?

I blinked my eyes and the vivid memory of that intense erotic moment with Lei faded like the remnants of a perfect dream.

Shit. I need to be paying attention. Stop that.

I blinked a few more times.

Alright. The tea ceremony. Focus.

My vision cleared and I found myself back in the present, surrounded by over sixty ornate bowls arranged on a long, polished wooden table. The dried tea leaves inside varied in color from rich emerald-green to deep amber.

It was a stunning visual display that was currently freaking me out.

How the hell am I going to know what leaves to pick?

Some leaves were rolled into tight curls while others were spread out like miniature palm leaves.

Plus, they all had their own unique color and texture.

The chef pointed at a bowl filled with deep green leaves. “Gyokuro has a sweet, grassy taste.”

I cleared my throat, attempting to pay attention.

“It is known for its smoothness and rich umami taste.”

“Okay.”

The scents were intoxicating; each one more alluring than the last.

There were earthy, robust aromas that spoke of ancient forests and deep, rich soil.

Sweet, floral notes wafted up from bowls filled with petals and herbs mingling with the fresh, grassy fragrance of green teas and the smoky slightly bitter scent of black teas.

This is going to be impossible.

My nose twitched as I inhaled deeply, trying to absorb the complex fragrances enveloping me.

The colors were breathtaking—a mesmerizing rainbow of teas.

Chef Foo bowed. “I will now give you time to pick. Good luck, Mountain Mistress.”

Shit.

He left and I just sat there wondering which ones to grab.

The bowl in front of me held a deep, rich red tea Hibiscus. The dried petals looked like crimson velvet, their tart floral scent bold and invigorating.

Mom used to drink Hibiscus because it was high in vitamin C and helped lower blood pressure. But I liked the idea of using it because. . .that deep red made me think of the intense passion Lei and I shared last night.

I picked up the bowl and handed it to Lan. “This will be the first ingredient.”

“Sounds good, Mistress.” Lan smiled and took the bowl.

I glanced at my other ladies-in-waiting, taking a moment to appreciate their presence and support today.

Each of them wore formal blue designer suits, tailored to perfection. All of their black hair had been braided back into tight cornrows and then twisted into buns behind their heads, as if they wanted to be ready to fight yet not have their long hair used against them.

Thandi, tall and commanding, stood close to six feet. Her height was intimidating to some but I knew that Duck seemed to be the most intrigued by her when I introduced them.

I nodded at her as she remained by the door.

Thandi nodded back. “Excellent choice, mistress.”

Lan got back to my side. Since their return to me this morning, she seemed to be the leader among them, always taking charge with a natural ease.

Lan gazed at the other bowls. “Last night, I spent some time in the palace library looking up tea ceremonies in the East.”

I widened my eyes. “You did?”

“Yes.” She continued to check out the bowls. “Chen guided me around of course, showing me the various sections and even helping me find a book written by the Grand Mountain Mistress.”

“Lei’s mother, Jing wrote a book?”

“Several of them but the most important ones were about tea ceremonies.”

I let out a long breath. “I’ll need to read them.”

“I found a good one and checked it out. However, Chen said I couldn’t bring it today because it would be cheating.”

Chen is such a hater.

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Wicked vows are made in the dark.
Love is tested in fire.
Lei has built his empire on ruthless precision, never allowing weakness to take root.

But Monique?

She is an obsessive temptation he can’t resist, a fire he can’t control. She challenges him, defies him, and yet, he can’t let her go.

Monique has seen the darkness that rules Lei’s world, but she refuses to be caged by it. And, the more she falls into Lei’s arms, the more dangerous their connection becomes.

With enemies circling, Lei will stop at nothing to keep her safe. Their love is a storm, wild and unstoppable. But in a world ruled by violence, even the most wicked vows can be broken.Will their passion survive?
Or will their love become just another casualty of fate?

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Prologue

The Answer

Monique

Stunned, I lay snuggled in Lei’s comforting embrace, the whole time I tried to grasp at an answer. The possibility that Lei had presented to me—moving into the palace with my sisters after the battle—was a ray of hope but it also brought along shadows of uncertainty and anxiety.

No. Like. . .did he really just ask me that?

I looked up at the serene blue ceiling above us, it dawned on me that whatever choice I was about to make would not only impact my own future but also that of my sisters.

With that being said, should I rush into the unknown with Lei? Or take the time to carefully plan and prepare for what could lie ahead, both for myself and my sisters?

The palace, with its ancient walls and sprawling gardens, was not just a residence. It represented Lei’s entire world—a world that was vastly different from the life I knew.

How the fuck would I even fit in the East?

One day here, I was already freaked out and overwhelmed.

But. . .I wanted to be with him, so much that I probably could move into this big ass palace and deal with all the shit that could come, just to keep on loving him.

However, a small voice inside me cautioned against impulsiveness and reminded me to approach this with careful deliberation. It wasn’t just my own future at stake but also that of my sisters. The transition to life in the East, at the very center of Lei’s kingdom, was filled with unknowns and obstacles.

Would love be enough to deal with all of that?

Lei’s voice broke the silence. “Did you hear my question?”

I turned my view from the ceiling and placed it back on him. “Will I move into your palace?”

“Yes. Your sisters and you.”

That was the last thing I thought Lei would have said after sex. But here we were, traveling through uncharted territory yet again.

“You’re not serious.” The words slipped from my mouth before I could stop them.

“Yes, very much so.”

My mind whirled. “But... the palace? Your palace? That’s moving crazy fast. . .and—”

“It’s been a short time but you’ve become an important part of my life.”

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my pounding heart. “We’re not ready to move in together—”

“Speak for yourself. I’m ready to move you in tonight. Fuck. I’m ready to make you my Mountain Mistress tomorrow morning if you accept.”

I blinked.

Lei’s voice softened. “I don’t know what it means to truly fall in love, but. . .I’m falling in love with you. That I know.”

His confession hung in the air between us.

My head spun.

“Lei,” I began hesitantly. “We haven’t known each other long enough.”

His gaze was steady on me. “Does time define how deep a connection can be?”

“No, but. . .we’re complicated.”

“So we’ll work it out together.”

“It’s not that simple.” The words tumbled out of my mouth in a rush. “There are other factors to consider—”

“What factors?”

“My sisters.”

“I want to move them in too.”

“Moving my sisters from Glory to Paradise City was already going to be a lot for them. Forget about the fact that they’re going to have to adjust to the East which is frankly. . .going to take them and me a lot to get used to.”

“That’s fair.”

“Then. . .Lotus Blossom is huge compared to what we are used to. . .the Palace is fifty times the size of anything I’ve ever lived in. The staff. The paparazzi. That’s just. . .too much for us, for this year, especially with us having to bury our father.”

Lei frowned. “Did you just say a year?”

“What?”

“It sounds like you’re saying no.”

“I am.”

“But you mentioned a year.”

“Well. . .” I shrugged. “Surely, we would need to just. . .be a true couple for a good year before I even considered moving in.”

A sneer hit his face, and then he wiped it away fast, turning his expression to neutral. “A year? That’s too long.”

“Lei. . .”

Then to my surprise, he cupped my face with his hand. “I’m not waiting a year to have you walking these halls, lying in my bed every night, sitting at my table to have breakfast, lunch, and dinner with me.”

“We can do those things sometimes without my needing to move in—”

“I’m not fucking waiting a year.”

I pursed my lips.

“Is it so hard to believe that I’ve fallen for you? That I want you and your sisters happy and safe with me?”

“We’re both. . .falling in love.” It was terrifying to even say it. I had to swallow down more fear to just keep talking. “However. . .this love. . .is new. We’re new. . .and. . .there’s other things.”

“What other things?”

I pointed to the wall that was empty, yet showed obvious signs of huge paintings being recently removed. “What was there?”

He didn’t even look that way, probably already knowing where I was going with the new topic.

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Betrayal cuts deeper than any blade.
Obsession burns hotter than revenge.
Lei has ruled the East with an unrelenting grip, commanding fear and loyalty in equal measure. But Monique awakens a dangerous craving he can’t ignore.

She’s not just a distraction.
She’s becoming his ultimate weakness.

With treachery closing in and the line between ally and enemy blurred, Lei and Monique’s bond will either shatter their enemies or ignite a fire that consumes them both.Can they survive the storm together?
Or will their passion bring this ruthless legacy crashing down?

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Prologue

A Battle of Hearts

Lei

I had anticipated seeing Duck in the familiar confines of the sparring ring where Hu’s men and I had exchanged blows just this morning.

But when I arrived, no one was there.

Where the fuck is he?

I squinted against the sunlight, traced the winding path upwards with my gaze, and searched for any sign of them. Far in the distance, almost blending with the horizon, I recognized three familiar figures.

Chen, Hu, and Duck.

They were mere specks from where I stood but their silhouettes were unmistakable against the backdrop of the sprawling landscape.

Annoyed, I headed that way.

It appeared that Duck had chosen a much more formidable setting to have our conversation. He had ventured to the very zenith of Mount Utopia, a place where the air thinned and the heart raced a bit faster.

As I got closer to them, the mighty waterfall roared on their side. The rippling water crashed down and cascaded into a shimmering pool. Mist rose from its base, painting ethereal rainbows in the fleeting sunlight.

Beside that natural marvel, Hu, Chen, and Duck stood in the Arena of Echoes. An ancient sparring ring, it bore the weight of legends and history; stories of epic battles and warriors of old. It was a place where every move made echoed with the whispers of the past, where every fight was not just a physical confrontation but a dance with the spirits of warriors long gone.

I couldn’t help but wonder what had compelled Duck to choose such a sacred place for our confrontation.

It doesn’t matter where I’ll beat him. Here or there. He’s gone too far.

I hurried toward the arena, seething the whole time. There was nothing that Duck could say to keep my hands off him.

Minutes later, I could see the Arena of Echoes much better.

This sparring ring was truly unique. It was constructed from shimmering blue stones that mirrored the hues of the sky. Many of the Four Aces believed that fighting on these stones bestowed upon them unparalleled strength and wisdom.

Adjacent to the ring, was that breathtaking waterfall. Legends spoke of the water’s healing properties. Also, after an intense match, fighters often immersed their injuries in the clear waters, believing it accelerated their healing.

Guarding the Arena of Echoes, imposing statues of mythical creatures stood sentinel around its perimeter. Each one was meticulously carved from stone.

There was the formidable dragon, its scales intricately chiseled, winding its sinuous body around one corner of the arena. Deep emerald jewels made up his eyes.

Next to it, a phoenix had outstretched wings with etched feathers. Its ruby eyes glistened.

Further along, a tiger and a crane stood side by side. The tiger, with sapphire eyes crouched low, muscles tensed portraying raw power and fierce determination. The crane, with opal eyes, stood tall and elegantly, its long neck curved gracefully embodying finesse and strategy.

When I was a kid, my father and Uncle Song had explained that the ring was already present when they first came to the mountain. That fateful night, they paused to admire the ring’s beauty, set up a campfire, enjoyed a meal, and then drifted into slumber. My father later recounted a dream where a god visited him in this very spot revealing that this was a sacred place where mortals could demonstrate their valor and connect with age-old forces.

Later my father secretly told me that Uncle Song and him had paid artisans to create the arena. Yet, he knew the legend of a god-created sparring ring would be more exciting for our men to fight in than the regular story.

I got closer and remembered the first time I set foot in this arena as a kid.

The air was thin and challenging.

Training at such an altitude tested the very essence of one’s spirit, pushing the limits of their lungs and stamina.

And while many came to this very ring to assess themselves, not all left with their pride intact.

I made it to the arena and the old training ground greeted me like an old friend. My cousins and I had spent countless hours here, sparring, learning, growing.

Now, the dance had taken on a new rhythm, one of possible rivalry and new passion, as Duck and I both somehow found ourselves drawn to the same flame—Monique.

How the fuck did this happen? And why did he think that once I handcuffed her to my wrist that he could still talk to her?

Entering the arena, I slipped off my shoes then stepped onto the cool blue stones.

Anticipation tingled in the air.

Across the ring, Duck stood with his shirt and shoes discarded. His athletic build was on full display and accentuated by nothing but blue training pants. There was no hint of joy or laughter in his face—only a scowl promising imminent battle.

On the sidelines, Chen tried to dissuade us. “This does not have to be an intense sparring. We have a long day of training tomorrow, Lei. By the way, I had an extensive conversation with Duck and I have come up with several ways he can be disciplined—”

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