The night was painted in crimson.
The last of the Blackwoods had fallen.
Emerald City was silent, but the silence spoke volumes.
Everyone knew—
A new ruler had emerged.
A man with power beyond imagination.
A man who didn't ask for permission.
A man who took what he wanted.
Ochieng.
And now?
The city was his kingdom.
But a kingdom without enemies was no fun at all.
He needed something… more.
Something that made his blood rush.
Something that made his heart pound.
Something dangerous.
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In the heart of the most exclusive nightclub, she appeared.
Dressed in a silk-red dress, lips painted like sin itself.
A woman who could bring men to their knees—
If they weren't already beneath her.
Her name?
Celeste.
And she was trouble.
She walked up to Ochieng like she owned the room.
Like she wasn't afraid.
Like she hadn't just stepped into the den of the most feared man in the city.
She leaned close, lips inches from his ear.
"You took Emerald City," she whispered. "Now let's see if you can handle me."
Ochieng's lips curled into a smirk.
Finally.
A challenge worth his time.
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Celeste wasn't just a beautiful woman.
She was the heir to the one family Ochieng hadn't crushed yet.
She was fire, and he was gasoline.
And together?
They were going to set the world ablaze.
But as she danced in his arms, whispering sweet poison into his ear—
Ochieng knew.
This wasn't just a game.
This was war.
And love?
Love was just another battlefield.