The Evil s Bite

Vera stood in the shadows, defiant against the luxury around her. The Rothschild Mansion's grand suite was alive with laughter and clinking glasses, but to her, it felt like a funeral. She was being forced into an engagement with the one man she hated most.

Lucian Volkov is ruthless, powerful, and dangerously charming. The king of New York's underworld. The man who had destroyed her father's legacy, leaving her family name in ruins. The last thing she wanted was to walk down that staircase and into a future she didn't choose.

The fancy invitation had made it clear-her family's name meant nothing now. Only a marriage alliance could stop the violent feud between the Morettis and the Volkovs.

Vera pressed her hands against her silk dress, trying to steady herself. She had rehearsed a hundred sharp comebacks, but now, all she felt was rage.

"Vera, are you ready?" Her mother's voice came through the door, impatient but worried. Behind it, she could hear excited whispers, the buzz of anticipation.

"I'll be down in a minute," she replied, forcing her voice to stay calm. The word *engagement* felt like poison on her tongue.

One last look in the mirror. She straightened her shoulders, hardening her expression. **Lucian might be a wolf, but she was no weak prey.

As she descended the grand staircase, the crowd's whispers grew louder. Eyes locked onto her-wealthy, powerful people who thrived on control and secrets.

At the bottom stood Lucian, his icy blue gaze cutting through the noise, finding her instantly. The air between them crackled with tension.

*"Welcome to the family, darling,"* he said smoothly, a dangerous edge beneath his charm. *"Ready for your new life?"*

Her pulse raced, but not from fear-from fury. You call this a family? You ruined mine.

His smirk deepened. And yet, here we are. Fighting fate is pointless, Vera.

"Keep your fate,"* she shot back.

Something dark flickered in his eyes-a challenge accepted. **She was his match, and he knew it.**

"Fate has its own plans,"* he murmured, stepping closer.

*"Touch me, and you'll regret it," she warned.

And just like that, the game began-a dangerous dance of power, hate, and something deeper neither would admit.

Their story was just starting-a tale of betrayal, blood, and a passion that could destroy them both.

Here's your simplified and punchier version of **Chapter 2: Sparks and Silhouettes**, keeping the drama sharp but making it more teen-friendly:

The ballroom glittered with wealth, but to Vera, it was just a fancy prison. Crystal chandeliers blazed overhead, laughter bubbled in the air-yet all she felt was anger simmering under her skin.

*"Vera!"* Her mother's sharp whisper cut through her thoughts. Stop hiding. Show them you're not scared.

Gritting her teeth, Vera stepped into the crowd. Every smile she forced felt fake. Every greeting was a lie. Nearby, her uncle chatted with men who treated old grudges like business deals.

Then *his* voice slid into her ear. *"The Morettis have quite a reputation."*

She turned. **Lucian Volkov** stood surrounded by admirers, but his cold blue eyes were locked on her. He owned the room-and for a second, she hated how aware she was of him.

*"A reputation you helped ruin,"* she fired back.