...IN YOUR ARMS...

...(whispered in shadows)...

...by :nogr_scapeink...

...PROLOGUE...

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In her sleep she feel like something caressing her body, something in between her going in and out, a feeling that gives her pleasure and sensation but she can't open her eyes... Was it in her dreams? Was it a dream?....

•••••

The busting surrounding and a glow of sun rays strike in her eyes, she slowly opened her eyes, realizing it's already morning, she look at her surrounding, she was in her bed...she sighed in relief, it was just a dream, after all....

When she was about to stand-up she feel some pain between her legs..."what is it" she whispered....

Suddenly the door opens up and a girl in maid clothes enter to her room..

"Madame, your awake" it was in a soft and respectful tone.."I'm sorry to burst in" she added...

"No, it's okey" she sit up straight in the bed.."what's wrong? The noise wakes me up" she added curiously....

"We're sorry Madame, Master had arrived last night and was furious" the maid replied while her head down, playing her fingers...

"She's nervous, why?" It was in Thallia's thoughts..."why? What's wrong?" She ask her maid...

"We actually don't know Madame..."

She replied..."b-but he was full of blood" she added nervously...

"What happened to that man" she whispered...."where is he now?" Asking the maid ...

The maid suddenly remember something" Oh yeah! I totally forgot why I'm here, he was waiting for you in the dining room " she said while holding her head...

"Then you go out first and inform him that I'm going down in a sec, I'll just fix my self " while she laugh softly to her maid's worried expression....

A few minutes later....

It was a lavish room, where a man sit on the exquisite sofa, he sit like an emperor, A proud pillar leading his empire. 

Meet the well-known, powerful and most respected CEO, a cold blooded, a demon in the business world, but not know to everyone that his also a dangerous, most powerful among them all, can kill without a blink, not just a king nor an emperor of his empire but to all Mafia empire, Darken Knight Vondelvier, Feared By everyone. 

DK : "f*ck off, does the money I give you still not enough to kill a pissant! "his voice echoes through all the corner of the room, it was full of authority giving chill down the spine. 

One of his men: " so.. sorry Mr Vondelvier" his voice was trembling same to his whole body... 

DK : " f*ck!!!! I don't give a d*mn about your excuses " his voice was cold and his gaze are Sharp. 

DK : "I want him d*ad or else.... " he added smirking

One of his men: " Ye..yes I will now... " he bowed trembling.. 

DK: "P*ss off!!! " His voice was emotionless but with Authority.

The man immediately leave without looking back, fear he might die without a second. 

DK noticed Thalia standing in the door way....

DK look at Thalia affectionately...

DK: your awake...

Thalia just nod and handed a file, she didn't bother about asking why he has bloodstains, cause she already knows why...

Thalia: "here are the information of our new alliance, Mr Vondelvier". She handed a file, her voice was emotionless but professional. 

DK : *Nods* opening the file in his hands. 

Thalia : " Mr Elon Eksien, 29 years old. His the son of the former President in Germany, President Frank Eksien, but he didn't take his father's legacy and build his own business now his also a well-known CEO in Germany, but just like you, his also a Mafia Lord. Now his coming here to meet you and officially sign the documents. " she added looking at her phone. 

DK: "then let's meet this Elon Eksien". He harshly throw the file in his hand and immediately stand up and walk straight up to the doors....

...IN YOUR ARMS...

...(Whispered in shadows)...

...By: nogr_scapeink...

**Chapter One: The Demon CEO**

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In the heart of the city, beneath the shimmer of wealth and luxury, stood a mansion feared by many but entered by few. It was more than just a home—it was a fortress built of blood, secrets, and power.

Inside, the air was thick with tension. The silence was not peace, but pressure—a storm before lightning.

A man sat on a throne-like sofa, dressed in sharp black, his fingers adorned with rings that had once belonged to fallen rivals. His posture was regal, but his gaze was lethal. His name struck fear in the underworld and made even corporate titans tremble.

Darken Knight Vondelvier.

CEO of Vondelvier Enterprises. Billionaire. Mastermind. Monster.

And above all... the King of the Mafia world.

"F*ck off!" His voice cracked through the silence like a whip. “Does the money I give you still not enough to kill a pissant!?”

The trembling man before him could barely stand. His mouth opened and closed, but words failed him.

“I-I’m s-sorry, M-Mr. Vondelvier—”

“F*ck your sorry!” Darken's eyes narrowed. They were cold steel. “I want him dead. Or I’ll make you wish you were.”

The man dropped to his knees, face pale. “Y-Yes sir! I-I will do it right away!”

Darken stood, tall and imposing. He didn’t yell this time. He didn’t have to.

“Piss off.”

The man scrambled out, not daring to look back. One second more in that room and he might’ve ended up buried beneath it.

A soft step echoed behind him.

A woman emerged from the shadows, dressed in a fitted black suit, her heels clicking softly on the marble floor. She moved like smoke—quiet, mysterious, deadly. Her hair was tied in a high sleek ponytail, face emotionless, yet breathtaking.

She handed him a file. “Here are the documents on our new alliance. Mr. Elon Eksien.”

Darken opened the file with a flick of his wrist. He didn’t look at her. He didn’t need to. He could sense her. Her presence was familiar—like a loaded gun under his pillow. Dangerous but comforting.

“Elon Eksien,” she continued, tone flat. “29. Son of former German President Frank Eksien. Didn’t follow in his father’s footsteps. Built his own empire. Now one of the top CEOs in Europe. And…” She paused. “He’s one of us.”

Darken’s brow twitched. “A Mafia Lord?”

“Yes. He’s coming here to finalize the partnership.”

The file hit the table with a sharp thud. “Then let’s meet this Elon Eksien.”

He started walking toward the door, coat already on his shoulders. But as he passed her, his hand brushed her waist. Just a slight touch. Barely noticeable to anyone—but to her, it was a command. And a promise.

She followed silently, her expression never changing.

Because no one knew who she really was.

Not the world, not the employees at Vondelvier Corp, not even the Mafia underlings who feared the very ground Darken walked on.

She wasn’t just his secretary.

She wasn’t just a woman in his mansion.

She was his wife.

His partner in blood, in silence, and in the shadows.

And no one could ever know…

That the queen of the most feared man in the world was standing right beside him.

...IN YOUR ARMS...

...(whispered in the shadows)...

...By: nogr_scapeink...

**Chapter Two: The Secretary's Secret**

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Inside the private elevator of Vondelvier Corp's high-rise, silence stretched between them—not awkward, but sharp. Electric.

She stood to his left, tablet in hand, eyes scanning the upcoming schedule. Her posture was crisp, cold, professional. Just like always.

But behind that polished image was something raw. Something hidden.

He leaned slightly closer, his voice low, teasing her skin with every syllable.

“Cancel the board meeting after lunch.”

She blinked once. “The directors will protest. It's the quarterly review.”

His lip curved. “I’m not asking.”

She exhaled, lips barely parting. “Yes, Mr. Vondelvier.”

He glanced down. No one would guess the woman who obeyed him so effortlessly in the office had once thrown a knife at his head on their wedding night.

Or that she could disarm a man twice her size in under five seconds.

He remembered it well—the way her eyes didn’t flinch, even when she held a blade to his throat. The way she said "I do" not out of affection, but obligation.

For his dying mother.

He hadn't expected love. He hadn't wanted it. But here he was, married to a woman who haunted his mind more than the empire he built.

The elevator dinged open.

They stepped into the executive floor. Staff stood straighter. Heads bowed slightly. No one dared speak unless spoken to.

Darken’s presence commanded fear. But hers? It stirred something else—curiosity. Lust. Confusion.

Because she didn’t act like the boss’s mistress. Or a flirt climbing the ladder. She was too composed. Too untouchable. The perfect secretary.

But no one knew the truth.

That last night… she'd been beneath him, her nails digging into his skin, whispering his real name, not just “sir.” That in the privacy of their bedroom, she surrendered—not out of weakness—but choice.

And yet by morning, she was back to calling him Mr. Vondelvier like nothing ever happened.

He hated it. And loved it.

In his office, the door closed behind them.

He turned to her. “Lock it.”

She pressed the button. The electronic lock clicked.

He stepped closer. His gaze dropped to her lips. “How long will you keep pretending?”

She didn’t flinch. “Pretending what?”

“That you’re just my secretary.”

Silence.

He reached out, tilting her chin up. “You're my wife, dammit. Say it.”

Her pulse quickened, but her voice remained steady. “And you're my boss. Here, I work for you. That’s the deal we made.”

He leaned in until their foreheads touched.

“F*ck the deal.”

His lips grazed hers. Not a kiss. A threat. A promise. A taste of what was his.

“I can protect you, you know,” he whispered. “You don’t have to carry everything on your own.”

Her voice cracked. Just a little. “I’ve carried myself longer than anyone ever has.”

“Then let me be the first to change that.”

And for just a second, her guard dropped.

She let him kiss her—deep, slow, consuming.

And for that one stolen moment, time froze, for that moment they weren't just the king or queen of the underworld were not CEO and secretary, not killers, not survivors.

Just man and woman.

Lovers hiding in the shadows.

But the peace wouldn’t last long.

Because outside that door…

War was coming.