A glittering, dangerous metropolis ruled from the shadows — Velmira. At its top sits The Virelion Empire, a ruthless multinational empire spanning finance, tech, and black-market influence, owned by Sebastian Volkov, one of the most feared and respected men alive.

His daughter? Lena Quinzell Emberlyn Volkov, 21, chaos personified. A rich, rebellious adrenaline-junkie who burns rubber through the city in stolen sports cars, dives off skyscrapers for fun, and somehow always walks away from the wreckage untouched — her father's power shielding her from real consequence. But the empire has enemies, and not all messes can be wiped clean forever.

Sebastian has had enough.

Sylus Colombo.

Former Special Ops. Stoic. Dangerous. No nonsense. He’s been bodyguard to oil magnates, political figures, and cartel leaders. Now, he's babysitting a brat with a death wish. His new mission: Protect Lena. Do not let her out of your sight. Do not let her self-destruct. And above all — do not get involved.

Easy, right?

Wrong.

From the moment Sylus steps into Lena's world — an opulent chaos of underground fight clubs, illegal street races, rooftop parties, and fake identities — it's war. Lena loathes his rules. He loathes her recklessness. She's fire, he's steel.

But sparks fly when fire and steel clash.

Despite their mutual hate, moments crack through — when Lena’s invincibility fades, when Sylus’s armor slips. A late-night chase turns into a shared breath. A rooftop escape becomes a near-kiss. Adrenaline blends with something deeper.

But the rules are clear. And he never breaks them.

Enemies of the Volkovs begin to surface. A target is painted on Lena’s back. What began as a job turns into something far more dangerous. Now, Sylus must choose: follow orders, finish the contract… or break every rule to protect the one girl who might burn his world down and rebuild it from the ashes.

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𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙠𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙮 𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙧𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙫𝙚. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙞𝙭𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙞𝙡 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙞𝙧, 𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙮 𝙖𝙩𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙥𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙮. 𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙨 𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙤𝙪𝙧. 𝙁𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙨, 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙑𝙤𝙡𝙠𝙤𝙫𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙖 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙮 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙖𝙮. 𝙈𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢, 𝙤𝙧 𝙞𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜.

𝙄𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙖 𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙠 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙎𝙚𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙖𝙣'𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙑𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙣𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙙𝙪𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙖 𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙘 𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙑𝙤𝙡𝙠𝙤𝙫𝙨' 𝙈𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙧.

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙑𝙤𝙡𝙠𝙤𝙫𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝-𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙧 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙑𝙚𝙡𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙖 — 𝙖 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙣. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙘 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚, 𝙞𝙩 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙨𝙖𝙛𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙, 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙙, 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚. 𝙎𝙚𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚'𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙢𝙗𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙖 𝙩𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙛 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙜𝙧𝙪𝙙𝙜𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙖𝙮. 𝙃𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙'𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚. 𝘽𝙪𝙩, 𝙣𝙤. 𝙃𝙚 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙢𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙.

𝙃𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙖 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙪𝙜 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙨𝙪𝙞𝙩.

𝙇𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣, 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙜𝙖𝙯𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚. 𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙙𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙧, 𝙇𝙚𝙣𝙖. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 5 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙮 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙩, 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙠𝙚.

"𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚌𝚛𝚢, 𝙳𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚢. 𝙼𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚞𝚙𝚜𝚎𝚝, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚞𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚢."

𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙡, 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙮 𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙨.

"𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚙𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚔𝚒𝚗. 𝙼𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚞𝚙𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐." 𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙣𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙨 𝙇𝙚𝙣𝙖'𝙨 𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙞𝙥𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚.

"𝙿𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚔𝚒𝚗, 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢, 𝙳𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙾𝚔𝚊𝚢? 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜, 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚢, 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍, 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖. 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝙻𝚎𝚗𝚊, 𝚜𝚘… 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑." 𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣, 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙, 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙖 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙢 𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙮 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙢. 𝙄𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙩.

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙠𝙮 𝙧𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙪𝙥, 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚. 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚, 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙨𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮. 𝙇𝙚𝙣𝙖 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨, 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙡.

"𝙸 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝙼𝚘𝚖."