(Samuel's POV)
The mont I stepped into the banquet hall, I could feel it.
The air was different.
Unlike the business world, where people hid behind fake smiles and contracts, here—power ruled.
Every person in this room was soone.
Mafia bosses, cri lords, arms dealers—each carrying an aura of dominance.
I smirked, adjusting the cuffs of my black suit as I walked further in.
"As expected... this isn't like those pathetic business banquets."
"No useless pleasantries. No fragile egos pretending to be powerful."
"Here? Every single person represents real power."
And then—
The room shifted.
A wave of silence fell over the banquet as the anchor stepped onto the stage.
His voice echoed through the grand hall.
"Ladies and gentlen, the mont you have all been waiting for..."
"The Queen of the Mafia World—Roselle Vasilyev—has arrived!"
I lifted my gaze.
And there she was.
She stood at the top of the grand staircase, her crimson gown flowing elegantly, hugging her perfect figure.
Her long, silky black hair cascaded down her back, and her piercing athyst eyes scanned the room with cold dominance.
She didn't need to speak.
She didn't need to announce her power.
Her presence alone was enough.
She was not a woman.
She was a ruler.
A Queen.
10,000 tis more beautiful, more powerful, and more terrifying than that pathetic bitch, Bardot.
Her aura wasn't forced.
It wasn't fabricated through wealth.
It was real.
I exhaled slowly, my erald eyes locking onto her.
For the first ti in this life, I felt sothing strange.
Not admiration.
Not fear.
Not anger.
But recognition.
Because unlike every other woman I had encountered—
She was worthy of standing in the sa world as .
I smirked, sipping my drink.
"Well, well... looks like Moscow just got a lot more interesting."
A eting of Kings and Queens
(Samuel's POV – The Queen of Darkness Reveals Herself)
The mont our eyes t across the banquet hall, I knew.
She recognized .
Roselle Vasilyev—The Lord of Darkness. The Queen of the Mafia World.
She didn't react with shock.
She didn't react with anger.
She just smirked.
Cold. Calculating. Dangerous.
And that was enough to tell ... this won't end well.
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The Corridor of Shadows
After so ti, I decided to step away from the crowd.
The banquet was filled with politics, alliances, and silent wars, but right now—I needed space.
As I walked through a dimly lit corridor, I suddenly felt it.
The air shifted.
A strange force pulsed through the atmosphere.
The walls creaked.
The chandeliers above began to float.
Glasses and bottles lifted into the air, suspended in complete silence.
I stopped walking, not even bothering to turn around.
I already knew.
"Roselle."
A dark chuckle echoed from behind .
I finally turned, my erald eyes eting hers once again.
She stood at the end of the hallway, her crimson gown flowing unnaturally, her athyst eyes glowing faintly.
A dangerous smirk played on her lips.
I sighed, running a hand through my hair.
"I never expected the Queen of Darkness to reincarnate here."
I gestured to the floating objects around . "And the worst part? You might want to kill ."
She took a slow step forward, the floating objects gently lowering back to the ground as she tilted her head.
"Oh, Samuel..." Her voice was smooth, seductive—but laced with hidden danger.
"Who said I might?"
I smirked, cracking my knuckles. "Tch. So, we're skipping the pleasantries, then?"
Roselle chuckled darkly. "Why waste ti?"
The air around us grew heavier.
A silent declaration of war.
I sighed. "Guess this was inevitable."
She smirked. "Of course it was."
And just like that—
The ga had begun.
(Roselle Vasilyev's POV – The Return of the Heavenly Demon)
I had been watching him for a while now.
Through the news, through whispers in the underworld.
Samuel Gebb.
Or rather—the man who was once Samuel Gebb.
Now?
He was the Heavenly Demon.
Reincarnated into a world that had no idea who or what he truly was.
And honestly?
It was a sha.
A disgrace that in his past life, he had wasted himself on that pathetic woman, Abigail Bardot.
I smirked, my athyst eyes gleaming as I summoned a fireball into my palm.
With a flick of my wrist—
I hurled it straight at him.
He dodged effortlessly, his body moving with the sa lethal grace he always had in our second life.
"Well, Samuel," I mused, watching him land smoothly a few feet away.
"I must say, you're just as agile as you were back then."
He smirked, his erald eyes glowing with amusent. "Tch. And you're just as dramatic, Roselle."
I chuckled, rolling my shoulders. "You should know by now—I never hold back."
But this?
This wasn't just about a reunion of two old enemies.
No.
This was about justice.
I clenched my fists, my flas flickering violently.
"Do you know what infuriates the most?" I asked, my voice low but sharp.
Samuel raised an eyebrow. "Let guess—Bardot?"
My lips curled into a cold smirk.
"That woman is a disgrace. A dirt stain on the existence of won everywhere."
I let out a slow breath, controlling the rage burning inside .
"Marriage is a vow. A promise of loyalty. Of devotion. Of honor."
I narrowed my eyes. "And what did she do? She spread her legs for other n while calling herself a wife."
Samuel exhaled, shaking his head. "Tch. You sound angrier about it than I am."
I smirked. "Because I have standards, Samuel. And what she did was unacceptable."
I stepped forward, my heels clicking against the marble floor.
"Won like her don't deserve power. They don't deserve status. They deserve ruin."
Samuel chuckled, tilting his head. "Well, Roselle... if you hate her so much, why don't you destroy her yourself?"
I smirked, raising my hand as flas flickered between my fingers.
"Oh, don't worry."
"I plan to."
The Forbidden Craving
Damn it.
Who the hell told him to look this sexy?
Dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit, his erald eyes gleaming with a sharpness that could cut through steel.
The way his long, dark hair cascaded over his shoulders...
The way his body was built like a warrior, muscles rippling under his tight dress shirt...
I want him.
Now.
The worst part?
Legally, Samuel Gebb was dead.
Which ant...
There was nothing stopping .
I took a slow step forward, my heels clicking against the marble floor.
He watched with that infuriating smirk, his hands casually tucked into his pockets.
So damn relaxed.
So damn in control.
Tch.
He always had that effect—on people, on the battlefield, and now... on .
I could still rember the battles of our past life.
Heavenly Demon. The only man who ever stood equal to .
The only one I ever respected.
And now, standing in front of again...
I felt it.
That sa hunger. That sa fire.
And I knew.
No one in this world could handle him in bed.
Certainly not weak won like that bitch Bardot.
The thought of Abigail Bardot made my blood boil.
She was a disgrace.
A woman who had everything—a loyal husband, a powerful man, soone willing to die for her—
And she threw it all away.
For what?
For so pathetic celebrity toyboy who only wanted her money?
"Hah." I let out a bitter chuckle. "You're an absolute fool, Abigail."
But I wasn't.
Unlike her, I knew exactly what I wanted.
And right now—
I wanted him.
I licked my lips, my athyst eyes darkening as I stared at him. "Tell , Samuel... or should I say Wolf? Who told you about my na?"
His smirk only widened.
He tilted his head slightly, his voice dripping with amusent. "Does it matter? You're not exactly hiding, are you... Roselle Vasilyev?"
Hearing my full na from his lips sent a strange thrill through .
I stepped closer, my lips curling into a smirk. "I should kill you."
He chuckled. "Yeah? Or are you planning to drag to your bed first?"
I raised an eyebrow. He saw right through .
He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a low, knowing whisper.
"Co on, Roselle. I know you."
He looked down at , his erald eyes burning into mine. "You want in your bed right now, don't you?"
My breath hitched, but I refused to look away.
Because he wasn't wrong.
He was the only man in all my lives who had ever made feel this way.
The only man who had never bowed.
He was standing before —no longer Samuel Gebb.
Now, he was Wolf.
And I?
I was Roselle Vasilyev.
The Mafia Queen of Moscow.
And this was far from over.
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