Eternal Night of Seduction: From Abandoned Mistress To Mafia Queen

Selena Menezwa had been with Caius Capone, the illegitimate son of the mafia family, for ten years.

Yet, on the day he took power, the family called someone else the "Godmother".

Caius, his hands still stained with blood and gripping a gun, held Charlotte Wodehurst, a pure-looking beauty in his arms.

"Selena, don't blame me. You never had a proper education, and you're too unrestrained. You're not fit to be the Godmother. Charlotte is different. She was born into nobility and is the second violinist in the orchestra. You can stick around without a ring, but she can't."

Selena didn't argue; she simply turned and left.

What Caius didn't know was that she was the princess of the powerful Menezwa family and the concertmaster of the very orchestra where Charlotte played.

The Menezwa family, well aware of Selena's reckless streak, had already prepared a man for her.

The arms dealer Caius was desperate to win over was already eager to become her fiancé.

On the eve of Caius's succession as Godfather, he downed two pills and made love to Selena until they were both utterly spent.

From the pitch-dark woods to the backseat of a Maybach, then the bathtub, and finally gripping her waist to throw her onto the bed.

Between her legs, she was swollen and sore from the relentless friction. Staring at her torn, once-sexy nightgown, Selena asked hoarsely, "Caius, are you not planning to see tomorrow's sunrise?"

A thirst so raw it bordered on madness.

Caius lit a cigar.

The swirling smoke blurred his expression.

"Selena, if I said I wanted to cut things off, you wouldn't throw your life away over it, would you?"

His tone was flippant, tossed out as if in passing, but it sent a chill through Selena.

She had been with Caius for ten years and knew him better than anyone.

But today, she couldn't tell how much truth hid beneath that mocking little test.

Selena pushed herself up, narrowing her eyes at him.

The silk quilt slipped down, baring her shoulders and back.

Their eyes locked, neither speaking.

Selena moved.

She forced down the surge of emotion, snatched the cigar from his hand, drew hard, and blew the smoke into his face.

"Caius, it's been ten years."

Ten years ago, the naive, headstrong Selena would have staked her life just to stay by his side.

But ten years had passed-she was twenty-seven now.

She left the rest unsaid, but Caius understood-clear without words.

He brushed a kiss against the corner of her mouth.

"Then let's leave it here, Selena. We're too old for drama-it's not a good look anymore."

Selena froze, the cigar suspended between her fingers.

In the dark, tears spilled down her cheeks, blurring her makeup.

The cigar burned down, searing her fingertips with pain.

Only then did she snap back, feigning lightness.

"Alright."

Selena slipped out of bed and picked up her underwear, just about to put it on when Caius hooked an arm around her waist and pulled her back into his arms.

His kisses rained down, inch by inch, branding her skin with suggestive red marks.

With practiced ease, he fastened her bra clasp, then wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder as he used to.

"I'm getting married next month. Will you be there?"

Selena's heart tightened.

So fast? From breaking up with her to marrying another woman-this fast?

She was momentarily speechless.

"Silence means yes," Caius said as he pulled open the bedside drawer and slipped an invitation against Selena's chest.

Selena shuddered- whether from the chill of the card or the insolence of Caius's gesture, she couldn't tell, only that it stung with humiliation.

Caius patted her cheek, like he was toying with a pet.

"It's too late to leave now. Stay till morning-just one more night."

His tone was tender, almost intimate, yet it left no room for refusal.

And in these ten years, Selena had indeed never refused him anything.

She had been so yielding that he had forgotten Selena's true nature- cold and unyielding.

When she chose to sever ties, she cut them clean.

Selena shoved his hand aside and straightened out of his embrace.

"Tomorrow is too late."

He was about to get married. If she kept getting tangled up with him, kept ending up in his bed, she'd truly be nothing more than the other woman.

Caius caught the meaning behind her words.

He narrowed his eyes.

"Selena, you and I don't fit."

When he spoke of his fiancée, even his voice grew gentler.

"Her name is Charlotte Wodehurst, Orion Wodehurst's sister. Orion is an arms dealer, and I'm looking to work with him."

Selena arched a brow.

Orion Wodehurst-the infamous arms dealer whispered about throughout the underworld.

Elusive and volatile, he could make any mafia family several times stronger overnight if they secured his backing.

Caius failed to notice her reaction and went on, "She's nothing like you. She's too pure to trail after me without a name or a place. You're wild-I'm happy to play around with you, but marriage? Not a chance."

Selena's nose stung, and tears nearly welled up again.

The air was heavy with the scent of desire. She glanced at the bruises blotching her skin, then at the shredded scraps of lace.

It felt like a stone was lodged in her chest, making it hard to breathe.

Was he saying she was nothing more than a plaything for his pleasure?

How dare he?

Smoky eyes, lace, sheer stockings, tight skirts- everything Caius liked. So Selena had bent herself to his tastes, reshaping who she was.

But the more alluring she became-until even she no longer recognized herself-the more he despised her, calling her wanton.

Selena's expression iced over, the words of accusation spilling out.

"You..."

"Quiet," Caius cut in flatly, shaking the phone that buzzed in his hand. "I need to take this."

On the other end came Charlotte's soft, lilting voice, brimming with delight. "Caius, there's a meteor shower tonight. Will you come watch it with me?"