Following Viktor's explosive revelation, the room devolved into a state of absolute, chaotic frenzy. As the Korean Dragon Lord, Anashia could not stomach this ultimate humiliation. The Dark Lord's claim incinerated the last remnants of his control.
Lunging forward with terrifying speed, Anashia clenched his iron grip around Alia's other free wrist.
In a split second, the two absolute titans of the global underworld the Russian Dark Lord Viktor on one side and the Korean Dragon Lord Anashia on the other began violently pulling Alia's hands between them in a feral tug-of-war.
Viktor: (Yanking her forcefully toward his chest) "Let go of her, Anashia! She is my wedded wife, and every single right over this body belongs solely to me!"
Anashia: (Wrenching her other arm back with predatory strength) "I don't care about the past, Viktor! Over these 10 days, I have claimed her in the depths of my domain. She belongs with the Dragon Lord now, and I am taking her!"
Caught directly in the crossfire of their terrifying, raw strength, Alia's frame was violently jerked back and forth. The loose collar of her black shirt slipped lower, exposing her shoulder. Despite the sharp, bruising pain shooting through both of her arms, not a single trace of fear entered the CIA agent's eyes.
Instead, a devastating wave of satisfaction flushed across her radiant, red cheeks. The Russian Dark Lord and the Korean Dragon Lord were reduced to wild beasts, tearing at a single captive this sight alone was the ultimate proof that her lethal honey trap had succeeded entirely. Even through the intense physical strain, she arched her head back, letting out a sharp, victorious laugh that echoed through the dark room.As the violent tug-of-war and deafening shouts escalated, Alia gathered all her physical strength and ripped her arms away with a violent jerk. In a split second, the iron-willed CIA agent returned. Straightening her posture, her eyes turned ice-cold and lethal behind her glasses as she barked at the top of her lungs—
Alia: "Shut up, both of you!"
The sudden, commanding authority in her voice caused the entire room to fall into a dead silence. The Russian Dark Lord Viktor and the Korean Dragon Lord Anashia froze instantly, releasing their iron grips on her wrists. The primal, chaotic energy in the room completely halted under her single command.
Freeing her hands, Alia casually pulled her loose black collar back into place. The radiant, crimson glow of her rare condition still flushed her cheeks, but the vulnerable facade was completely gone. Walking with absolute poise, she sat back down on the sofa, elegantly crossing one leg over the other. She locked her sharp gaze onto the two titans.
Alia: "You both consider yourselves the absolute kings of the underworld, don't you? Yet, on the final day, you are reduced to wild beasts tearing at a single woman's arms! Viktor, you claim I am your past, and Anashia, you claim I am your present. But remember this I am not a piece of property for you to fight over or divide."
Witnessing this shift, both Viktor and Anashia stood entirely speechless. The realization hit them hard: the captive they thought they had locked away for the past 10 days was actually the one pulling the strings, orchestrating their complete downfall from the very beginning. Maintaining the absolute authority that had silenced the room, Alia leaned back on the sofa, her voice dropping into a calm, calculated, and deeply mature cadence. Looking between the Korean Dragon Lord Anashia and the Dark Lord Viktor, she delivered her final terms.
Alia: "I will not get officially married to anyone. But Anashia, if it is your ultimate desire to get married, you are entirely free to go marry some other girl. However, if you simply want to stay with me for the rest of your life, I have absolutely no problem with that."
Alia paused, fixing her sharp, calculated gaze on Anashia from behind her glasses. The radiant, crimson glow of her rare condition still flushed her cheeks, casting an enchanting aura over her regal posture. She drove her point deeper
Alia: "Now, let's look at the facts. Viktor has been my husband since long ago, and you are well aware of that. As for you, Anashia, you had a contract marriage a long time ago, which has already ended. Since that contract is over, why are you so desperate to tie yourself to another formal marriage? If you choose not to marry anyone else, you can stay with me just like this. But let me be entirely clear—I will not enter into another marriage."
Hearing her masterful, diplomatic resolution, both Viktor and Anashia stood paralyzed. Alia had brilliantly neutralized Anashia's stubborn demand for marriage while simultaneously leaving a subtle door open to keep him by her side forever effectively ensuring both titans remained securely under her thumb.
Viktor felt a quiet sense of relief knowing Alia had flatly refused to marry Anashia. Meanwhile, Anashia remained by the threshold, his Korean Dragon pride forcing him to calculate the true depth of the Godmother's intoxicating, unconventional proposal. Hearing Alia's masterful and diplomatic terms, the stubborn fury inside Anashia's head finally began to settle. The sheer exhaustion of the intense 10-day battle, coupled with her explosive revelations, caught up to the Korean Dragon Lord.
Without uttering another word, he stepped toward the expensive side table in the corner. Pouring a little water from the crystal carafe into a glass, he brought it to his lips. The cool liquid instantly soothed the burning rage inside his chest.
Setting the glass back down, a few stray droplets clinging to his lower lip and his collar, he turned back to face Alia. The feral dominance in his eyes had entirely shifted into a cold, calculated acceptance. Staring at her flushed, radiant cheeks, he spoke in a low, measured tone
Anashia: "I left the ghost of that contract marriage behind a long time ago, Alia... and you are right. A Dragon Lord doesn't need a piece of paper to assert his claim. If the darkness of this palace and the intoxication of your presence are going to bind us anyway, I have no issue staying captive in this bewitching cage of yours for life without a wedding."
Witnessing Anashia's calm, hydrated composure and complete submission, Viktor's jaw clenched tightly once more. The Dark Lord realized that without firing a single bullet or signing a single vow, Alia had successfully chained the Korean Dragon to her side forever. Following Anashia's quiet acceptance, Alia rose gracefully from the sofa. Her mission was an absolute success; the two giants of the criminal world were now entirely under her control. To seal her victory, she played her final, intoxicating move.
Stepping fluidly toward the Korean Dragon Lord, who stood paralyzed, she placed her hands lightly on his shoulders. Leaning in, she planted a soft, lingering kiss on his cheek, her flushed, radiant skin brushing against his.
With a cryptic smile flashing across her face, she pulled back, adjusted the loose collar of her black shirt, and walked out of the room with the absolute poise of a queen.
As she crossed the threshold, Viktor kept his eyes locked on Alia. The proud, calculating Dark Lord was trapped in a state of absolute paralysis. Even though she was his wedded wife from long ago, he couldn't bring himself to stop her from kissing Anashia. Overwhelmed by a volatile mix of territorial jealousy, desire, and awe for her intellect, Viktor remained completely silent and said nothing.
The moment her shadow vanished down the corridor, the maid stepped into the room. Viktor sat heavily on his chair, his gaze still fixed on the empty doorway. In a heavy, raspy, and deeply exhausted tone, he commanded
Viktor: "Take her to her chambers, maid. Ensure she has everything she desires. Remember, she is no longer just a captive... she rules this palace now."
The maid bowed deeply, acknowledging the order, and quietly left to follow Alia. Back in the dim room, the Russian Dark Lord and the Korean Dragon Lord stood face-to-face As Anashia turned to leave, Viktor's temporary silence shattered completely. The familiar, calculated smirk of the Dark Lord returned to his lips. Leaning back in his seat and swirling his liquor glass, he called out to Anashia's retreating figure in a deeply mocking tone—
Viktor: "So, Anashia? Are you at peace now? Did you honestly think a single kiss on the cheek from Alia meant you won this war? She threw you a crumb by offering to keep you by her side without a wedding, and you, the great Korean Dragon Lord, swallowed the bait whole!"
Anashia halted near the threshold, turning his cold gaze back. Taking a slow sip from his glass, Viktor unleashed his hidden counter-strategy with a sinister grin
Viktor: "But remember, the games of the underworld don't end this easily. You want to stay captive in Alia's cage forever? I will forcefully marry you off to an incredibly beautiful girl who has nothing to do with this dark empire. And the best part? She won't know a single thing ahead of time! I will break your Korean Dragon pride through her."
Anashia's eyes narrowed with brewing anger and curiosity. In a low, dangerous tone, he demanded, "Who are you talking about, Viktor? Who in Russia dares to force a bride upon the Dragon Lord?"
Viktor stood up from his chair, a lethal, frozen expression taking over his face as he pronounced the name of the secret bride
Viktor: "Her name is Arshona! The most enchanting and innocent daughter of a highly aristocratic Russian bloodline. Once I drag her into your dragon's lair, we'll see exactly which corner of hell your eternal devotion to Alia hides in!"
The mention of Arshona's name plunged the room into a fresh, chaotic wave of conspiracy. The toxic tug-of-war between the two titans over Alia had just taken a sharp, unpredictable turn. The moment Arshona's name left Viktor's lips, the air in the room grew suffocatingly dense. Anashia stood rooted to the spot like a statue, his Korean Dragon eyes narrowing with sharp skepticism and surprise.
Setting his liquor glass down on the table with a sharp thud, the mocking smirk vanished from Viktor's face, replaced by a terrifying aura of imperial pride. Stepping forward, he began to unveil Arshona's hidden family background
Viktor: "Are you wondering who Arshona is? Do you think she is just some random girl from a wealthy Russian family? No, Anashia! Arshona is not an outsider... she carries the pure blood of this very empire. She is my own descendant!"
Anashia's jaw tightened at this explosive revelation. Placing a hand over his broad chest, Viktor drove the absolute truth of her lineage home in a heavy, commanding voice
Viktor: "Yes, she shares my very blood. The pure, royal lineage of the Dark Lord that has ruled Russia's underworld for generations Arshona is the most protected and precious treasure of that bloodline. I kept her entirely shielded from the toxic air of this mafia empire, raising her like an innocent goddess. She doesn't have a single clue how ruthless her ancestors truly are!"
Viktor paused, a dangerous, calculating glint taking over his eyes. Leaning closer to Anashia, he whispered with chilling intent
Viktor: "You dared to stretch your hand toward my wedded wife, Alia. So, as your ultimate punishment, I am sending Arshona the most breathtaking and innocent daughter of my own bloodline straight into your fierce dragon's lair. You will be forced to marry her, yet my sweet descendant won't have a single clue ahead of time that her groom is a bloodthirsty Korean Dragon! By wagering my own blood, this Dark Lord is locking you in a cage where you won't ever dare to look at Alia again."
Hearing the truth of her background and the devastating trap Viktor had orchestrated using his own lineage, Anashia realized that following Alia's honey trap, Viktor had just ignited a brand new, catastrophic blood war.