[Warning: R18+ Content]

I thought I was going to die. So I chose to be remembered.

One night.
One drink.
One sin I could never take back.

But the men I met at the bar weren’t strangers.

They were The Trident… three ruthless heirs of the Corvanni Dynasty, the most feared mafia bloodline alive.

Draven. Silent, merciless, a predator cloaked in shadows.

Lucian. Calculative, hauntingly beautiful, a devil with a silver tongue.

And Azriel. Wild, reckless, dangerously addictive.

They don’t ask. They take. And now they want me… completely. Their obsession burns hotter than their empire. Their touch is forbidden, but I can’t resist. Because the deeper I fall, the clearer it becomes… I’m not just their desire.

I’m their ruin.

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“Run if you want, Jade.”

The nickname rolled off Lucian’s tongue like a promise and a threat, one no one had ever dared call me before. My breath hitched, legs trembling, but before I could take a step, Draven’s hand closed around my wrist… iron, unyielding.

“You think you can walk away after tasting us?” His voice was quiet, deadly, sending shivers straight to my core.

Azriel leaned in from behind, his lips brushing the shell of my ear as his laughter burned through me. “Sweetheart, we don’t chase what’s already ours. And you, little Jade…” his teeth grazed my skin, “…you belong to the Trident now.”

Azriel’s fingers tilted my chin up, his grin sinful, dangerous, carved just for me. “Tell me, Jade,” he purred, voice thick with lust, “what do you want?”

Heat scorched my skin, my lips parting, but no words came. My body betrayed me, trembling against the wall of Draven’s chest while Lucian’s hand traced lazy circles on my thigh, teasing, tormenting.

Azriel’s laugh was low, filthy. “No, sweetheart. Don’t just tremble for us. Say it.” His thumb brushed my lower lip, slow, taunting. “Say what you want. Say you want our hands, our mouths, our cocks… say it, and I’ll give you everything.”

Draven’s breath was at my neck, steady, lethal. “Careful,” he murmured, “once you speak it aloud, there’s no going back.”

Lucian’s whisper slid against my ear, silken poison. “And when you do, Jade, you’ll never remember what it felt like to be untouched.”

My mouth opened before my brain could reason… “I want you,” I whispered. Draven’s hand tightened, Lucian’s eyes darkened, Azriel laughed as if the world had finally given him his prize.

Three bodies pressed in, heat and danger wrapping me like a cage I couldn’t escape. Didn’t want to escape. My heart screamed to run, but my body whispered the truth.

I wanted them… All of them.
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Three men. One woman. A love story carved in blood and obsession.

After the bathroom breakdown, after the weak jokes to the mirror, after convincing myself that crying on cold tiles counted as "processing," I dragged myself back into my room.


The room smelled faintly of detergent and something else… sleep, maybe. Or yesterday. Or memories I didn't want clinging to fabric. I pulled open my wardrobe and stared at my clothes like they had personally offended me.


"What do you wear," I muttered, "when your heart is bruised, your eyes look like you fought a ghost, and your life feels mildly cursed?"


I chose something simple. Neutral. Safe. A soft blouse that didn't cling, dark pants that made me look more put together than I felt. I dressed slowly, mechanically, like a robot following a routine it hadn't updated in years.


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