...Synopsis:...

...The Lowa family is a powerhouse in every sense of the word, reigning over business, entertainment, politics, and even the shadows of the underworld. Known as one of the wealthiest families in the country, they hold power that few dare challenge. At the helm are Gilbert A’ze Lowa, the patriarch who built an empire of wealth, his cunning daughter Amaranth Lixy Lowa, and his only son, Knox Ville Lowa, a man torn between legacy and personal chaos....

...Knox, destined to follow in his father’s footsteps, struggles to balance the clean facade of their legitimate empire with the gritty reality of their underground mafia operations. While his sister Amara tirelessly works to clean up the trail of destruction left by his impulsive decisions, Knox battles his own demons: a fractured family, the ghosts of his mother’s tragic death, and the betrayals of a father with countless mistresses....

...Just as his life spirals into darkness, a mysterious woman enters his world—a temptress unlike any he has ever known. Her arrival shakes the foundations of his beliefs, offering him a chance at redemption. But in a world where enemies close in from every direction and secrets threaten to unravel everything, can Knox rewrite his fate, or will he be consumed by the life he was born into?...

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..."Are you sore, Princess?" His bare hands run through my skin, whispering in my ear as he slides his raw meat gently inside my hole. He smirks; I don't know if he can feel that my hole is squeezing his meat, and his gentle touch makes me want more. "Let it out, you don't have to muffle your voice, I love to hear you screaming my name," he said while his meat suddenly rams back and forth roughly....

..."M-move slowly, honey!" My words slip through my mouth as I stare at him, feeling each thrust he makes as my hole gets more slippery. "I've reached my limits, hon," I moaned with deep pleasure, feeling his meat dig deeper into my spot. "Good, 'cause I'm just getting started." I widened my eyes hearing his words as his meat keeps hitting my spot. "Honey! I'm about to!" My body's in heat, I can feel that there is something building inside me, it feels weird but also feels amazing....

..."Damn! You're getting tighter!" he groaned with pleasure and then moved his hips faster, digging deeper as he hit my spot. We screamed, mixing both of our creams. He then stared deeply into my eyes while leaning closer to me, gliding his hands to my waist. He placed his other hand on my cheek, and I wrapped my arms around his nape tightly as we placed our lips against each other in a deep, passionate kiss, swirling our tongues and wrestling with each other, mixing our saliva. I could feel his d!¢k throbbing. He suddenly broke the kiss and whispered, "Another round, Princess." ...

...He said with a smirk on his face. I love to have another round, but I could feel my body trembling. He then flipped me back into a doggy position. ...

..."Honey!" I softly called him, and he suddenly deepened his thrusts, leaning back into me as our bodies touched, creating heat while our insides melted. He was making my mind blank, thinking only of him. I wanted more; I wanted him to do more. ...

..."*Don't be shy to say it, cara mia; I will not move until you say, 'Hit me deep, daddy.'" His words make me lose control of myself, making me more and more addicted to him. "H-hit me deep, daddy," I passionately said as he smirked softly, gliding his bare hands to my waist, locking it in place and ready to move as he spoke. "I can clearly see your beautiful ass here, cara mia," he said before suddenly ramming his d*ck faster, hitting my womb*....

..."*Ugh~ Honey, too deep!" I said. I could feel the sensation between our bodies. "Your ass sure looks so sexy!" He slapped my ass cheeks with his big hands, his hard d*ck growing bigger and bigger, making my body shiver*....

...'You'll be punished if you come without me,' he said while moving roughly. I couldn't hold myself much longer as my insides were about to blow. 'H-hurry and fill me up with your tiny little knights!' I replied. I could feel his body leaning against my back, where his large hand was grasping my breasts and playing with my hardened nipples as he whispered softly,...

... 'Oh, these tiny little knights will surely devour your tiny egg.' We both mixed our love panting while his member stayed inside me and our fluids mixed, flowing and dripping out of my body. We lay down on the bed as I could feel his semen building inside my womb....

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... 'It would be great if you get pregnant,' he said 'its a dream come true seeing little demons running around the mansion ' he added with a sweet smile as his meat throbbed again. 'You're getting hard again,' I said as he didn't pull out his meat inside my body. 'Just to make sure you get my mark and offspring, I would rather stay inside you 24/7.'...

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...Voices echoed through the thick walls, screams and cries reverberating in the dark, damp basement. A man lay on the floor, his body covered in blood and wounds, almost unrecognizable....

...He was surrounded by many men, but the one who caught his eye was the only man sitting directly in front of him, legs wide open, a cigarette dangling from his lips....

...The seated man exhaled a cloud of smoke, his sharp, cold eyes glinting under the dim light. "You’ve put up quite a fight," he drawled, his voice laced with a mix of amusement and malice. "But every man has his limits, doesn’t he?"...

...The wounded man struggled to lift his head, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth as he forced a defiant glare at the man before him....

..."You... think this is over?" he rasped, his voice barely a whisper but carrying an edge of determination....

...The seated man chuckled, flicking ashes from his cigarette onto the cold concrete floor. "Oh, it’s far from over," he said, leaning forward. "In fact, this is just the beginning."...

...The men around them shifted, their silent presence imposing. A faint creak echoed from above, as if the building itself groaned under the weight of the violence concealed within its depths....

...The seated man stood, towering over the battered figure. He leaned in close, the smell of smoke and leather permeating the air. "You have something I need," he murmured, his voice dangerously soft. "And I’ll make sure you give it to me, one way or another."...

...The man on the floor gritted his teeth, summoning what little strength remained within him. He knew he had to hold on—for himself and for the people depending on him. "You’ll... regret this," he whispered....

...For a brief moment, the seated man paused, his smirk faltering as he studied the broken yet defiant figure at his feet. Then he straightened, turning to the others. "Teach him some respect," he ordered, his voice as sharp as a blade....

...The sound of footsteps approached, and the battered man braced himself. He wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing him break....

...The first blow came hard and fast, a steel-toed boot connecting with his ribs. Pain exploded through his body, but he clenched his teeth, refusing to cry out. Another kick followed, then another, the rhythm of violence echoing like a cruel melody....

...Through the haze of agony, his mind clung to a singular thought: I can’t let them win....

...The seated man watched with detached amusement, his cigarette now extinguished, replaced by a glass of dark liquor. "You’re tougher than you look," he remarked, swirling the liquid in his glass. "But everyone breaks eventually. Why not save yourself the trouble and give me what I want?"...

...The man on the floor spat blood onto the ground, his fiery gaze locking onto his tormentor. "I’d rather die," he growled....

...The seated man’s smirk widened. "That can be arranged."...

...The room grew colder, tension thickening like smoke. The men paused their assault as the seated man raised a hand, silencing them with an unspoken command. He stepped forward, his polished boots stopping just inches from the battered man’s face....

..."Let’s try this again," he said, his voice deceptively calm. "Where is the key?"...

...The battered man’s breath hitched. The key. He had hidden it well, but the fact they knew of its existence was a problem. He couldn’t let it fall into their hands. The fate of countless lives depended on it....

..."You’ll never find it," he spat, a defiant glint still burning the battered man’s breath hitched....

...The key. He had hidden it well, but the fact they knew of its existence was a problem. He couldn’t let it fall into their hands. The fate of countless lives depended on it. in his bloodshot eyes....

...The seated man sighed, his patience wearing thin. "Wrong answer." He snapped his fingers, and one of his men stepped forward, holding a metal rod glowing red from heat....

...The sight of it made the battered man’s stomach churn, but he refused to show fear....

...The seated man crouched, bringing his face level with the wounded man’s. "Let’s see how long your courage lasts," he said softly. "But don’t worry—I have all the time in the world."...

...The glow of the heated rod grew closer, the heat searing the air between them. The battered man’s body tensed, his mind racing for a way out. He couldn’t fight—not in his current state. But he could buy time....

...A faint sound from above caught his attention. Faint footsteps. Was it help? Or merely another twist of fate’s cruel knife?...

...Before the rod could touch his skin, a sudden crash echoed from the upper level. The seated man froze, his eyes narrowing....

..."What the hell was that?" one of the men barked, his grip tightening on the glowing rod....

...The seated man straightened, his calm demeanor replaced by sharp focus. "Check it out," he ordered, gesturing to a few of his men....

...As they moved toward the stairs, the wounded man allowed a flicker of hope to bloom in his chest. Whoever—or whatever—was coming might just be the chance he needed....

...The seated man turned back to him, his smirk returning. "Looks like you’ve got a guardian angel," he said mockingly. "Let’s see how long they last."...

...The basement door burst open with a deafening crash, and a figure stepped into the dim light, their silhouette sharp and commanding....

..."Step away from him," a cold, firm voice demanded, cutting through the tension like a blade....

...The seated man’s smirk faltered, his grip on control slipping. "Who the hell are you?" he snarled....

...The figure stepped closer, revealing themselves—a woman clad in dark armor, her presence radiating both power and menace. Her eyes burned with a dangerous intensity as she leveled her weapon—a gleaming sword that seemed to hum with energy....

..."I’m the one who’s going to end this," she said, her voice as sharp as her blade....

..."Amara?!" His eyes widened, yet a gentle smile spread across his face. "What brings you here? Shouldn't you be at the company?"...

...The woman standing before him exuded an air of effortless elegance, her tailored suit accentuating her commanding presence. She crossed her arms, arching a brow as her sharp gaze scanned the room....

..."Shouldn't you be handling business instead of playing kingpin in this decrepit basement, Mr. Knox Ville Lowa?" she retorted, her voice calm but edged with authority....

...The seated man, knox, leaned back in his chair, his confidence momentarily shaken. "Business comes in many forms, Amara. This is just... necessary negotiations." He gestured toward the battered man on the floor, as if justifying his actions....

...Amara’s eyes flicked to the bleeding figure, her lips tightening. "Negotiations?" she repeated icily. "This looks more like desperation. Torturing someone won't solve your problems, knox. It only makes you weaker."...

...Knox's smile faltered, his jaw tightening. "You’re not here to lecture me, are you, little Sister? Tell me what you want."...

...Amara stepped closer, the sharp clack of her heels echoing in the dimly lit room. She stopped just short of the battered man, crouching down to meet his gaze. Her expression softened for a fleeting moment as she studied his injuries, then hardened as she rose and turned back to knox....

..."I’m here to clean up your mess," she said coldly. "The board has been asking questions. Your... methods have been drawing unwanted attention."...

...Knox's eyes darkened, his fingers tapping against the armrest of his chair. "The board has no say in how I handle my affairs. I’m the one keeping this family in power."...

..."By making enemies at every turn?" Amara snapped, her voice rising. "You’re becoming reckless, knox. This isn’t how Father ran things."...

..."Don’t you dare bring him into this," knox growled, his composure cracking....

...Amara held her ground, her gaze unwavering. "Then stop tarnishing his legacy."...

...A tense silence filled the room, the other men glancing nervously between the two siblings....

...Finally, knox let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair. "Fine. Take him," he said, gesturing dismissively toward the battered man. "Do whatever you want. But don’t forget, Amara, I still run this family."...

...Amara stepped forward, her expression unyielding. "For now," she replied, her voice a quiet warning....

...She turned to the battered man, motioning for two of her guards to help him up. "You’re coming with me," she said, her tone softer now. "You’ll be safe."...

...As they guided him toward the exit, knox called out, "Amara."...

...She paused, glancing over her shoulder....

..."Don’t think you can undermine me and get away with it," he said, his voice low and dangerous....

...Amara smirked, her eyes glinting with defiance. "I wouldn’t dream of it, dear brother."...

...With that, she walked out, the battered man leaning heavily on her guards, and the tension in the room shifted from sharp to simmering. Knox's expression darkened as he watched her go, his mind already plotting his next move....