She stepped off the bus at 7:50.       The main quad stretched in front of her: long stone pathways, trimmed hedges, and a fountain that had been running since before she was born. Students moved in clusters, heads down, voices low. Lecturers walked in pairs. Staff appeared and disappeared like they were part of the architecture.       Nobody laughed loudly.       Nobody ran.       Nobody did anything that might draw attention.       Because everyone on this campus knew the s

She'd been crossing the same bridge for two years. She just never knew who was waiting on the other side. Finally, it was Friday. It was the start of a new semester, and for the first time in her life, Qistina felt this way... right after that night last Friday. The night she met him for the first time this final semester. The way he stared at her, his deep voice... Qistina could still feel it. For some reason. She didn't know what the exact answer was. What she did know was

She'd been hunting for two years. Tonight, she felt like she was the one being hunted. Qistina was halfway to her car when she heard it. Footsteps. Behind her. Slow. Steady. Not in a hurry. She stopped walking, without immediately turning around. She knew someone was following her. Someone who had been watching her all evening. She was exhausted tonight. Truly, deeply exhausted. She wasn't just trying to focus on her studies; she also had to continue her mission of hunting do

Inside the club. The booth was in the back corner. Facing the entrance. Facing the stage. Facing every door. Old habit. Family habit. The kind of thing that gets taught, not chosen. Four men sat there. They weren't laughing. They weren't drinking. They were watching. Raffa Fathurrahman had been staring at the stage for forty-five minutes. He’d spoken to her before. Twice, actually. Once a year ago and again six months later. Both times, he’d stayed at the back of the room, ne

She'd been chasing one name for years. He'd been chasing her for two. The club wasn't a club. It was a room where the lights stayed low, the music stayed slow, and the men who owned the city came to disappear. No neon. No foam. No girls dancing on tables. Just amber light. Black velvet. The smell of whiskey and expensive cologne mingled with something else, something metallic that no one ever mentioned. The kind of place you didn't walk into. The kind of place you were allowe

Raffa Fathurrahman is the heir to a mafia empire and the most feared man on Al-Fath University's campus. Qistina is a scholarship student with a voice like an angel and a secret that could bring an entire city to its knees. By day, she studies. By night, she sings in clubs owned by the very families she has spent years hunting. All she has is one name, Sylvie, and a trail of unanswered questions. Someone murdered her family, and she won't rest until she makes them pay. Then s