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Broken Promises, A Vengeful Heart Returns

Gavin
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I was the daughter of the East Coast's most powerful mob boss. For six months, I was blackmailed into being the secret lover and informant for the FBI's golden boy, Kaiden Walter. But just as I fell for him, he announced his engagement to a senator's daughter on national news. He called our relationship a "political arrangement" and told me I was just collateral to keep my father in line. His new fiancée then publicly humiliated me, calling me "trash." I had sacrificed everything for him, even the secret child we might have had, only to be used and discarded like a toy he got tired of. Was I ever anything more than a job to him? The shame of my public disgrace killed my grandmother. My father, seeing my world destroyed, took his own life to give me a new one. He faked my death, gave me a new identity, and left me a fortune. Anya Chambers was dead, but Anna Russo was just beginning her revenge.

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Chapter 1

I was the daughter of the East Coast's most powerful mob boss. For six months, I was blackmailed into being the secret lover and informant for the FBI's golden boy, Kaiden Walter. But just as I fell for him, he announced his engagement to a senator's daughter on national news.

He called our relationship a "political arrangement" and told me I was just collateral to keep my father in line.

His new fiancée then publicly humiliated me, calling me "trash."

I had sacrificed everything for him, even the secret child we might have had, only to be used and discarded like a toy he got tired of. Was I ever anything more than a job to him?

The shame of my public disgrace killed my grandmother. My father, seeing my world destroyed, took his own life to give me a new one. He faked my death, gave me a new identity, and left me a fortune. Anya Chambers was dead, but Anna Russo was just beginning her revenge.

Chapter 1

Anya Chambers POV:

The first time I saw Special Agent Kaiden Walter, he was standing across the crowded ballroom of the St. Regis, a glass of bourbon in his hand, looking like he owned the place. He probably did. The annual FBI gala was his kingdom, and everyone in it was a subject.

He was the guest of honor, representing the Bureau.

I shouldn't have been there. My presence was an insult to everything this night stood for. I was Anya Chambers, daughter of the most powerful mob boss on the East Coast. To these people, I wasn't a guest; I was the enemy, dressed in couture.

Kaiden was everything I was not. He was the law; I was the crime. His family name was etched into the history of federal law enforcement, a legacy of honor and duty. My family name was whispered in back alleys and spoken in hushed tones in courtrooms, a legacy of fear and blood. We were two sides of the same tarnished coin, forever opposed.

And yet, every eye in that room was on him. They watched him with a mixture of awe and respect, their conversations lowering to a murmur whenever he passed. He had a reputation for being ruthless, ambitious, and brutally effective. He was the future of the FBI, they said. A rising star.

Our eyes met for a fleeting second across the room. His were a startling, piercing blue, cold and analytical. They swept over me without a flicker of recognition, as if I were just another piece of the ornate decor.

But I knew better.

Later, as the orchestra played a soft melody and couples swayed on the dance floor, he walked past me. The scent of his cologne, a sharp, clean mix of bergamot and something darker, like cedar, washed over me. For a moment, I forgot to breathe.

As he brushed past, my gaze fell to the crisp white cuff of his shirt. Just beneath the expensive fabric, peeking out from under his sleeve, was the faint, dark trace of a tattoo. It was a familiar pattern, a small, intricate design of intertwined thorns.

A design I knew intimately, because my own matching tattoo was hidden beneath the silk of my gown, a secret mark just above my hip.

I saw him subtly adjust his cuff, his movements smooth and practiced, hiding the mark from view. It was a quick, almost imperceptible gesture, but it sent a shiver down my spine. The secret we shared was a dangerous fire, one that could burn both our worlds to the ground.

Hours later, the gala was a distant memory. The suffocating formality was replaced by the silence of his high-rise apartment, the city lights glittering like scattered diamonds below. The air here was different, charged with a tension that was both terrifying and intoxicating.

He stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, his back to me, the city casting long shadows across the room. He had loosened his tie, and the top button of his shirt was undone.

"You were staring," he said, his voice low and rough, cutting through the silence.

I didn't deny it. "So were you."

He turned then, and the cold mask of the FBI agent was gone. In its place was the man I knew in the stolen hours of the night, the man whose touch was both a punishment and a prayer.

"It' s a risk, Anya," he murmured, crossing the space between us in three long strides. His hands found my waist, pulling me against him. "You know that."

I did. Oh, I knew. The daughter of a Mafia kingpin and the FBI' s golden boy. It wasn' t just a risk; it was a suicide pact. If anyone ever found out, my family would be destroyed. His career, his legacy, would be annihilated. We were playing with matches in a room full of gasoline.

Just as his lips found mine, a sharp buzz vibrated from his phone on the coffee table. The sound shattered the moment, pulling us back to the brutal reality of our lives.

He pulled away, a flicker of annoyance in his eyes, and picked up the phone. The screen cast a pale blue light on his face, illuminating the hard lines of his jaw.

Then I saw it. The headline that flashed across the screen.

FBI' s Kaiden Walter Announces Engagement to Senator Merrill' s Daughter, Kendal Merrill.

The air rushed out of my lungs. The world tilted on its axis. My heart, which had been hammering against my ribs just moments before, felt like it had stopped cold.

"Kaiden?" My voice was a choked whisper.

He didn' t look at me. His eyes were still fixed on the screen, his expression unreadable.

I pushed myself away from him, the warmth of his body now feeling like a burn. "What is this? An engagement?"

He finally looked up, his blue eyes as cold and distant as they had been at the gala. "It' s a political arrangement. It' s good for my career."

The words were like slaps to the face. Each one colder and harder than the last. "And what am I?" I asked, my voice trembling with a hurt so deep it felt like a physical wound. "What have I been to you for the past six months?"

He didn' t answer. He just watched me, his face a blank canvas.

"Am I just... collateral? A way to keep my father in line?"

The silence that followed was my answer. It stretched between us, thick and suffocating, filled with all the unspoken truths of our relationship.

I remembered the day it started. He' d shown up at my father' s office with a file thick enough to put my entire family away for life. But he didn' t want my father. He wanted me. He' d used that evidence, that leverage, to blackmail me into this... this affair. He' d made me his informant, his secret, his plaything.

And the most pathetic part? I had fallen for him. Somewhere between the clandestine meetings and the whispered secrets, the coercion had blurred into something else. I had let myself believe that the tenderness in his touch, the look in his eyes in the dead of night, was real. I had mistaken dependency for desire, possession for love.

"I thought..." I started, my voice breaking. I tried to tell him that I loved him, that I had foolishly believed he might feel something for me too. But the words caught in my throat, strangled by the raw betrayal.

He cut me off before I could speak them. "It' s over, Anya."

He walked over to his briefcase, his movements precise and detached. He pulled out a stack of papers and a pen, placing them on the table in front of me.

"What is this?" I asked, my voice barely audible.

"A non-disclosure agreement," he said, his tone flat, devoid of any emotion. "It outlines the terms of our... arrangement ending. Sign it, and I' ll forget the evidence against your father exists."

My eyes scanned the document. It was a cold, legal contract severing every tie between us, erasing the past six months as if they had never happened. It was a document that reduced everything I felt, everything I had sacrificed, to a business transaction.

My hands were shaking so hard I could barely hold the pen. Tears blurred my vision, but I forced them back. I would not give him the satisfaction of seeing me break. Not completely.

With a final, shattering breath, I scribbled my name on the line.

He took the papers from my trembling hand, his fingers brushing against mine for a fraction of a second. The brief contact was like an electric shock, a painful reminder of what I was losing.

He didn't say another word. He just turned and walked out of the apartment, leaving me alone in the silent, empty room.

I stood there for a long time, staring at the closed door. Then, my knees gave way and I sank to the floor. I picked up the pen he' d left behind and looked at the copy of the agreement on the table. With a strangled sob, I grabbed the papers and began to tear them into tiny, useless pieces, the sharp edges digging into my palms.

The drive back to the Chambers estate was a blur. The familiar gates and sprawling lawns offered no comfort. I slipped into the house, hoping to avoid my family, but my grandmother was waiting for me in the grand foyer, a worried expression on her face.

"Anya, dear, you look pale. Is everything alright?"

I forced a smile, the muscles in my face feeling stiff and foreign. "Just tired, Nana. It was a long night."

She reached out and tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear, her touch gentle and warm. "You' ve been working too hard. That man... he' s not good for you."

I froze. Did she know? How could she?

"Which man, Nana?"

"Walter," she said, her voice laced with a disapproval she rarely showed. "I see the way you look when his name is on the news. I' m old, Anya, not blind."

I didn't know what to say. The lie I wanted to tell died on my lips. I just nodded, unable to meet her concerned gaze. What was I, really? His lover? His informant? A pawn in a game I never wanted to play?

That night, sleep was a stranger. I lay awake, staring at the ceiling, the image of Kaiden' s cold, indifferent face burned into my mind. The pain was a living thing inside me, a cold, heavy weight in my chest.

The next day, I had to attend a charity luncheon my family sponsored. It was an obligation I couldn' t escape. As I walked into the crowded ballroom, my heart stopped.

There he was. Kaiden Walter. And he wasn' t alone.

On his arm was a beautiful woman with blonde hair and a smile that seemed both sweet and smug. She wore a pristine white dress that screamed old money and privilege. Kendal Merrill. His fiancée.

They moved through the room like royalty, a perfect couple from a perfect world. A world I could never belong to.

Kendal' s eyes found me across the room. She whispered something in Kaiden' s ear, and he turned to look at me. For a moment, our gazes locked, and I saw a flicker of something in his eyes-regret? guilt?-before it was gone, replaced by that familiar, chilling indifference.

Kendal guided him toward me, her smile widening. "Anya Chambers, right?" she said, her voice dripping with condescending sweetness. "My father has mentioned your family." The unspoken insult hung in the air between us: crime family.

I forced my voice to be steady. "Kendal Merrill. A pleasure."

"Kaiden has told me so much about you," she continued, tightening her grip on his arm. "He said you were... very helpful with some of his cases."

The word "helpful" was laced with venom. It was a clear, calculated jab, meant to remind me of my place. I was the informant. The tool.

I looked at Kaiden, waiting for him to say something, to defend me, to show even a shred of the connection we once shared.

He just stood there, his face a mask of polite indifference. "Kendal, we should go. Your father is waiting." He turned to me, his voice formal and dismissive. "Miss Chambers."

It was the final nail in the coffin of my foolish heart. He had not only discarded me, but he was allowing his fiancée to humiliate me in public.

I watched them walk away, Kendal' s triumphant laughter echoing in my ears. As they passed a column, I heard him murmur something to her, his voice too low for me to catch the words. But I saw her response. She glanced back at me over her shoulder, a look of pure, unadulterated contempt on her face, and said, "Don' t worry, darling. The trash is taking itself out."

My composure finally shattered. I turned and fled, pushing through the crowd, ignoring the curious stares. I didn't stop until I was outside, the cold afternoon air hitting my face.

And then, the rain began to fall. Fat, cold drops that mingled with the hot tears streaming down my cheeks. I stood there in the downpour, utterly alone, as the world I had built around a lie collapsed into ruin.

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