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A strong arm locked around her mouth from behind while something cold and metallic pressed hard against her temple. A gun. Pure terror exploded through her body. “Dare to scream,” a deep voice said quietly beside her ear, “and I’ll paint this bookshelf with your brains.” ------ 25-year-old Sienna Vale lives a quiet life among dusty shelves and forgotten medical stories, working late nights as a librarian in Skyfod University’s oldest libraries. But one rainy evening, just minutes before closing, she catches the faint metallic scent of blood drifting through the aisles. Hidden in the corner between the shelves is a dead body. Before Sienna can scream, a strong hand clamps over her mouth, and the cold barrel of a gun presses against her temple. The man behind her is dangerous, ruthless, and terrifyingly calm. Viktor Kessler, a notorious hitman with blood on his hands, has just carried out an assassination, and Sienna is the only witness left alive. Desperate to survive, Sienna swears she’ll never speak a word of what she saw. But Viktor trusts no one. Instead of killing her, he drags her into his dark world and forces her into a marriage designed to keep her silent forever. Trapped beside a man feared by the entire underworld, Sienna soon discovers Viktor is far more than a hired killer. He is the powerful and merciless head of the mafia empire ruling the city from the shadows. But Viktor isn’t the only one hiding secrets. Because the quiet librarian he thought he could control is not as innocent, or as ordinary, as she appears. As enemies close in, betrayals unfold, and a dangerous attraction ignites between captor and captive, Sienna and Viktor are pulled into a deadly game where love, obsession, and power collide. And in a world built on lies, the greatest threat may be the secrets they keep from each other.

Ein starker Arm schlang sich von hinten um ihren Mund, während sich etwas Kaltes, Metallisches fest gegen ihre Schläfe drückte. Eine Waffe. Purer Schrecken explodierte in ihrem Körper. „Wag es zu schreien“, sagte eine tiefe Stimme leise neben ihrem Ohr, „und ich werde dieses Bücherregal mit deinem Gehirn bemalen.“ ------ Die 25-jährige Sienna Vale führt ein ruhiges Leben zwischen staubigen Regalen und vergessenen medizinischen Geschichten und arbeitet bis spät in die Nacht als Bibliothekarin in den ältesten Bibliotheken der Skyfod Universität. Doch an einem regnerischen Abend, nur wenige Minuten vor Schließung, nimmt sie den schwachen metallischen Geruch von Blut wahr, der durch die Gänge zieht. Versteckt in der Ecke zwischen den Regalen liegt eine Leiche. Bevor Sienna schreien kann, legt sich eine starke Hand auf ihren Mund und der kalte Lauf einer Waffe drückt sich gegen ihre Schläfe. Der Mann hinter ihr ist gefährlich, rücksichtslos und erschreckend ruhig. Viktor Kessler, ein berüchtigter Auftragskiller mit Blut an seinen Händen, hat gerade ein Attentat verübt, und Sienna ist die einzige lebende Zeugin. In ihrem verzweifelten Überlebenskampf schwört Sienna, niemals ein Wort über das zu verlieren, was sie gesehen hat. Aber Viktor vertraut niemandem. Anstatt sie zu töten, zerrt er sie in seine dunkle Welt und zwingt sie in eine Ehe, die sie für immer zum Schweigen bringen soll. Gefangen an der Seite eines Mannes, der von der gesamten Unterwelt gefürchtet wird, entdeckt Sienna bald, dass Viktor weit mehr ist als nur ein angeheuerter Mörder. Er ist das mächtige und gnadenlose Oberhaupt des Mafia-Imperiums, das die Stadt aus den Schatten heraus regiert. Aber Viktor ist nicht der Einzige, der Geheimnisse verbirgt. Denn die stille Bibliothekarin, von der er dachte, er könne sie kontrollieren, ist nicht so unschuldig oder gewöhnlich, wie sie scheint. Während sich die Feinde nähern, Verrat aufgedeckt wird und eine gefährliche Anziehung zwischen Entführer und Gefangener entflammt, werden Sienna und Viktor in ein tödliches Spiel hineingezogen, in dem Liebe, Besessenheit und Macht aufeinanderprallen. Und in einer Welt, die auf Lügen aufgebaut ist, könnte die größte Bedrohung die Geheimnisse sein, die sie voreinander haben.

Sebuah lengan kuat mengunci mulutnya dari belakang sementara sesuatu yang dingin dan metalik menekan keras di pelipisnya. Sebuah pistol. Teror murni meledak di seluruh tubuhnya. "Berani berteriak," sebuah suara dalam berkata pelan di telinganya, "dan aku akan melukis rak buku ini dengan otakmu." ------ Sienna Vale yang berusia 25 tahun menjalani kehidupan yang tenang di antara rak-rak berdebu dan kisah-kisah medis yang terlupakan, bekerja hingga larut malam sebagai pustakawan di perpustakaan tertua Universitas Skyfod. Namun suatu malam yang hujan, hanya beberapa menit sebelum tutup, ia menangkap samar-samar aroma darah yang metalik melayang di antara lorong-lorong rak. Tersembunyi di sudut di antara rak-rak adalah sebuah mayat. Sebelum Sienna sempat berteriak, sebuah tangan kuat mencengkeram mulutnya, dan laras dingin sebuah pistol menekan di pelipisnya. Pria di belakangnya itu berbahaya, kejam, dan menakutkan dalam ketenangannya. Viktor Kessler, seorang pembunuh bayaran terkenal dengan darah di tangannya, baru saja melakukan sebuah pembunuhan, dan Sienna adalah satu-satunya saksi yang masih hidup. Demi bertahan hidup, Sienna bersumpah tidak akan pernah mengucapkan sepatah kata pun tentang apa yang ia lihat. Namun Viktor tidak mempercayai siapa pun. Alih-alih membunuhnya, ia menyeret Sienna ke dunia gelapnya dan memaksanya masuk ke dalam sebuah pernikahan yang dirancang untuk membuatnya tutup mulut selamanya. Terjebak di sisi seorang pria yang ditakuti oleh seluruh dunia bawah tanah, Sienna segera menemukan bahwa Viktor jauh lebih dari sekadar pembunuh bayaran. Ia adalah pemimpin yang kuat dan tak kenal ampun dari sebuah kekaisaran Mafia yang menguasai kota dari balik bayangan. Namun Viktor bukan satu-satunya yang menyimpan rahasia. Karena pustakawan pendiam yang ia kira bisa ia kendalikan tidaklah sepolos, atau sebiasa, yang ia tampakkan. Saat musuh-musuh semakin mendekat, pengkhianatan demi pengkhianatan terungkap, dan ketertarikan yang berbahaya menyala di antara sang penawan dan tawanannya, Sienna dan Viktor terseret ke dalam permainan mematikan di mana cinta, obsesi, dan kekuasaan bertabrakan. Dan di dunia yang dibangun di atas kebohongan, ancaman terbesar mungkin adalah rahasia yang mereka simpan satu sama lain.

Six years after my death, my wife wanted me to donate my heart for her first love. To force me to appear, she broke my father's leg, falsely accused my mother of theft, causing her to lose her livelihood. She even threatened to disfigure my sister's face, which closely resembled mine, with a bottle of acid. Just as she was waiting for me to kowtow and beg for mercy, agreeing to the surgery. The doctor who had once operated on me found her with my medical records: "Mr. Channing only had one heart, and it was donated to you six years ago."

My biological parents brought me back home from the orphanage. My older brother, Julian Shaw, stood by the door, handing me my shoes, while the fake daughter, Isabelle Shaw, spoke in a sarcastic tone, wanting me to leave this house. The day my parents finally kicked Isabelle out for me, I unexpectedly gained the ability to read minds. I could hear everyone’s thoughts. And now, I too wanted to leave this house.

I was born special, with two hearts beating inside my body. This was the only thing that could please my parents. Because my brother had a congenital heart defect. My parents gave birth to me solely so my brother's life could continue. Later, I met Aria and married her. She rescued me from the abyss of desperately seeking familial affection. I thought she would be different from my parents. But when my brother's condition worsened, she became obsessed with the idea that I should donate one of my hearts to him. What she didn't know was that I only had one heart left. And my other heart was already with her.

At eight months pregnant, my boyfriend and I, in our pure love, were involved in a car accident. Caelan ignored the blood between my legs and rushed to the hospital carrying Faye in his arms. When I opened my eyes again, I was tightly strapped to a blood donation table, my stomach in excruciating pain. From outside the door, Caelan's conversation with the doctor came through clearly: "Mr. Langdon, are you sure you want to do this? If we induce labor now, Miss Carlisle's baby could still be saved! But if we draw blood now, not only will the baby be lost, Miss Carlisle could also go into severe shock, endangering her life!" After a moment of silence. Caelan sighed, his voice hoarse as he said: "Faye is critically injured and still in emergency care. The hospital blood bank is insufficient. Only Serenity's blood can save her. I can't stand by and do nothing." "When Serenity wakes up, I'll do my best to make it up to her, marry her, and give her a proper status." In just a few words, he casually decided the fate of me and our child. I laughed bitterly to myself, closing my eyes in despair, Allowing the sharp needle to pierce my arm. It was too late. Caelan still didn't know, In just one more month, I was truly going to die.

I was about to give birth, but my husband Lorne was in a car accident and was in critical condition. I didn't care about my own health and insisted on donating blood for him, just because he had the most scarce Rh-negative blood. As a large amount of blood was drawn out of my body and my consciousness gradually faded, I heard his conversation with others: "Doctor Stratton, you lied to Doctor Myerson that something happened to you, and now you have drawn a lot more blood than she can bear. She is about to give birth. Isn't this a bad idea?" Lorne's voice was calm and calm. "Fabiana had a heavy bleeding during childbirth, and the blood bank's Rh-negative blood was far from enough. I had no choice but to do this." "But it is Felicity's blessing to be able to save Fabiana. At worst, Fabiana's child will also call Felicity mother." But later, I smiled and told him that our child was gone. He went insane.

During my early pregnancy, Julian requested that I provide blood for his longtime friend. I declined due to my anemia, but his companions accused me of being inconsiderate. "Anne's on the operating table and you're the only compatible donor. Why not give a bit of blood?" With that, several of them forcibly brought me inside. Julian's eyes briefly showed concern, but he quickly composed himself. "It's only a blood donation. Our baby will be fine." I ceased resisting, a solitary tear rolling down my face. Post-transfusion, I stumbled to the obstetrics ward, my body weakened, to terminate the pregnancy.

My little brother-in-law's son was diagnosed with leukemia, and only my daughter's bone marrow was a match in the whole family. To save the family's only bloodline, my wife, a blindly loyal sister, forced our physically weak daughter to donate her bone marrow. In the end, my little brother-in-law's son survived, but my daughter died on the operating table. In despair, I jumped off the 18th floor holding my daughter's body, only to return to three days before my nephew was diagnosed with leukemia. Living another life, I lied to them, saying the one who had leukemia was my daughter. They, fearing I would ask for a bone marrow donation for my nephew, forced a quick divorce between my wife and me. Outside the civil affairs bureau, their whole family gathered around, celebrating finally being rid of what they called their 'disastrous star'. Little did they know, the confirmation text of my nephew’s leukemia diagnosis had already been sent to their phone.