Chapter: THE PRICE OF SILENCE ---CHAPTER FORTY-FOURTHE PRICE OF SILENCE“Peace doesn’t come free. It comes with whatever you were too afraid to face during the war.”The vault was sealed. But the war didn’t end. Not really. The tremors beneath the estate had stopped. The air pressure no longer cracked the plaster in the ceilings. The blood stopped crawling up from the cracks. But something inside the survivors kept moving, kept trembling, as if the thing they buried didn’t die—it simply moved into them. That was the kind of silence the vault left behind. Not empty. Charged. Like static before a storm.Bianca hadn’t spoken in two days. She hadn’t eaten in one. Since Emilia’s sacrifice, she’d spent nearly every hour inside the old chapel, staring at the brass plaque mounted under the flame where Emilia’s name now sat—etched, final, shallow and yet heavier than all the stone in the room. She didn’t cry. She didn’t kneel. She just stood there, candle after candle melting down beside her. When the staff tried to clea
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Chapter: WHERE THE LIGHT FORGOT US---CHAPTER FORTY-TWOWHERE THE LIGHT FORGOT US“There are places that remember more than we do. And when they speak, they don’t whisper. They take.”It began the moment Alessio opened the second box. No boom. No glow. No cinematic flare. Just silence, so absolute it squeezed the air out of their lungs. The box didn’t creak, didn’t shift. It simply accepted his hand like it had been waiting for it. Inside was nothing dramatic—no relic, no cursed object—just one yellowed piece of folded paper, and a single bullet, dark grey, carved with ancient Moretti script etched into its base. One item. One message. One decision.He held the bullet in his palm and stared at it for a long time. It wasn’t ordinary. It was heavier than it should’ve been. Not by weight, but by meaning. Holding it felt like holding confession, like every terrible truth his family buried had been compacted into a single piece of metal designed for one purpose only: to end something.Next to him, Emilia stood rigid, her e
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Chapter: THE CHOICE THAT BROKE THE BLOOD---CHAPTER FORTY-ONETHE CHOICE THAT BROKE THE BLOOD“It’s not the first shot that breaks you. It’s the silence after, when everything that’s left has to live with it.”The gunshot didn’t echo. It was absorbed—swallowed by the stone and the dark and the history pressing in from every wall of the vault. Alessio kept his arm steady, jaw locked, as Jace dropped like a puppet cut from the strings. The bullet tore into his chest and he crumpled, but he didn’t scream. He just exhaled, as if he’d been waiting for that exact moment all his life. The air in the vault shifted—not as it would from a death, but like the structure itself had registered something more significant than blood. Not fear. Not chaos. Choice. And with choice came consequence.The hum began again, louder this time, not confined to a wall or chamber or machine but rising from the floor, from the broken veins of the vault’s foundation. Stone vibrated beneath Alessio’s boots. Red light flickered once, then dimmed, then disa
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Chapter: MEMORY HAS TEETH ---CHAPTER FORTYMEMORY HAS TEETH“When memory comes for you, it doesn’t ask permission. It opens your chest and digs with both hands.”They didn’t recognize Jace at first. It wasn’t the way he walked, or the way his clothes hung heavier, darker, almost wet with sweat and some substance that didn’t belong in the world above. It was his eyes. His eyes were wrong. The shape was the same. The movement was there. But the depth—the way they followed you even when he wasn’t looking at you—was different. There was something behind them now. Something ancient. Something watching through him. He didn’t blink when the red emergency lights stuttered. He didn’t flinch when the vault’s inner floor cracked again. He simply kept walking—alone at first, though the sound of more footsteps echoed just behind the curve of the stone. Not boots. Not heels. Something softer. Bare.Alessio raised his weapon slowly, tracking Jace’s steps from the corner of the corridor where he and Emilia stood in perfect s
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Chapter: THE THING THAT KNOWS YOU ---CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE THE THING THAT KNOWS YOU“It doesn’t want to kill you. It wants to remember you. And then show you everything you forgot to fear.”No one moved when the voice spoke. No one breathed when it said the name. Alessio’s name. Not shouted. Not whispered. Just spoken—clearly, directly, from somewhere below the reinforced concrete, through five layers of steel and ancient stone, carried not through air but through pressure. It didn’t echo like sound. It settled like truth. Even in the control room, where white noise hummed from hard drives and emergency power buzzed in the vents, the voice still came through. Not loud. But absolute. Like gravity had words.Bianca stood completely still, her eyes glassy, her breath slow and shallow, the same way she looked when she used to listen to old reels of family secrets on analog tapes—afraid to react too soon, afraid reacting might make them real. “It knows him,” she said quietly, barely moving her lips. “It doesn’t guess. It d
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Chapter: THE VAULT BLEEDS---CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT THE VAULT BLEEDS“Some places remember every sin ever committed inside them. And eventually, they spit the blood back out.”It didn’t feel like a tremor. Tremors were brief, sharp, over before the body knew how to react. What happened beneath the Moretti estate was slower, deeper, and carried a hum like bone grinding against bone. The war room monitors blacked out in sections—first the security feeds, then the audio grid, then the heartbeat sensors attached to each heat signature in the vault. At first, Emilia thought the system had glitched again, another artifact of Vitale’s sabotage protocols, but then the emergency backup flickered to life in red, and she saw the words printed across the top line: CONTAINMENT BREACH: INNER SEAL COMPROMISED. Not hacked. Not bypassed. Compromised.She called Alessio without hesitation. He answered on the first ring, already moving, already breathing like someone who didn’t need to be told something was wrong. “I felt it,” h
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HIS TOUCH, HER FIRE
HIS TOUCH, HER FIRE 🔥
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Synopsis:
She was the fire he never saw coming.
He was the storm she was never meant to survive.
Evelyn Grace Carter lives in a world of dirt roads, stubborn horses, and southern skies. She’s proud of her simple roots and fierce independence—until a twist of fate drags her into the ruthless world of the Romanos, New York’s most powerful and scandalous family.
Damien Romano is one of the infamous triplets—wealthy, cold, and devastatingly magnetic. He lives in a glass empire of power plays, designer suits, and forbidden pleasures. But when he crosses paths with a wild, sharp-tongued country girl who wants nothing to do with his empire, his world ignites in ways he never expected.
They begin as enemies—clashing over business, pride, and the sparks neither of them can control. But in the shadows of city towers and under moonlit skies, desire turns to obsession, and hate melts into hunger.
Their love is a dangerous rebellion—threatened by secrets, family wars, and the world that says they should never be.
But some flames aren’t meant to be tamed.
Some touches are forever.
His Touch, Her Fire is a steamy, enemies-to-lovers romance about two hearts colliding in a world that burns too hot to survive.
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Chapter: SOMETHING YOU SHOULDN'T WANT HIS TOUCH, HER FIRE🔥---Chapter FiveSomething You Shouldn’t WantThe wind picked up as Evelyn rode the ATV across the far fields, her fingers clenched tight on the grips, her braid snapping behind her like a whip. The Romano name was all over her brain like a stain she couldn’t scrub out. Not just Damien anymore—but all of them. Luca had sent her a link to some sleek app design mock-up “in case she ever wanted to digitize the ranch,” and Dante had casually shown up at the farmer’s co-op talking gym memberships and local partnerships like he belonged. It was calculated. It was charming. It was suffocating. But it was Damien who got under her skin the most. Always him. Always that look like he could see her without her ever opening her mouth. It had been days since the town incident, but she could still feel his words echoing inside her—You don’t need anyone. And that’s your tragedy.By the time she reached the fence, her head was buzzing and her throat was tight. She had work to do,
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Chapter: THE HEAT BEHIND THE NAME HIS TOUCH, HER FIRE🔥---Chapter FourThe Heat Behind the NameEvelyn should’ve known better than to accept a dance from Damien Romano. Because one dance turned into two. And two turned into a smoldering silence between them that stretched all the way to the parking lot and lit her thoughts on fire long after she slammed her truck door shut.Three days later, she found him again—on her land.She heard the engine first, a sleek European purr that didn’t belong anywhere near dust or cattle. When she stepped out from the barn, he was already out of the car, wearing navy slacks, a button-down she could smell the cologne from, and a smug grin like he was waiting for applause.“You lost?” she asked, arms crossed, boots planted.“Not at all,” he said, glancing around like he’d just bought the view. “Just admiring the scenery.”“You’ve got ten seconds to stop trespassing before I show you what country girls do to uninvited guests.”He laughed. “What, hit me with a rake?”She stepped forward,
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Chapter: SHADOWS IN THE LIGHT HIS TOUCH, HER FIRE🔥---Chapter ThreeShadows in the LightBy midday, Evelyn was knee-deep in the far pasture, boots caked with mud and sweat sliding down her spine beneath the thin cotton of her tank top. The early May sun blazed high, unforgiving, and every muscle in her body ached from the morning’s work. The fencing on the west ridge had collapsed again—likely due to the storm last week—and her herd had been curious enough to start testing boundaries. Rebellion ran through her cattle like it ran through her blood.“Damn it, Diesel, get back!” she shouted, swinging her hat at the bull as he lumbered toward the broken section, nostrils flaring. “I swear, you’ve got more stubborn pride than I do.”“You talk to them like they understand you,” came a teasing voice behind her, warm and familiar.Evelyn turned to find her best friend, Marla, striding across the field in denim overalls, a feed bucket in one hand and a grin that had known her since second grade. Marla’s short curls were
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Chapter: THE WARNING BENEATH THE SUITHIS TOUCH, HER FIRE🔥---Chapter TwoThe Warning Beneath the SuitThe morning sun barely filtered through the thin curtains of Evelyn’s kitchen window, casting long strips of pale gold across the old wood floor. She stood barefoot on the chilled boards, coffee in hand, hair unbrushed, shirt borrowed from her late father—faded red plaid hanging off one shoulder—and tried to ignore the storm rising in her gut. Last night’s encounter with Damien Romano had not just left her rattled; it had torn something loose inside her. Something dangerous. The man had stepped onto her land like he belonged, like the dirt itself bent beneath his polished shoes, and then he’d spoken with a calm so soaked in arrogance it had made her see red. But it was his eyes that haunted her—silver, unreadable, like moonlight over deep water, hiding the depths beneath. He didn’t just want her land. He wanted control. And maybe... something more. She hated herself for the heat his presence had ignited in her. It had
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Chapter: THE COLLISION HIS TOUCH, HER FIRE🔥---Chapter OneThe CollisionThe sun had barely crested over the ridge when Evelyn Grace Carter slammed the rusty barn door shut with the force of a woman at war with the world. Her boots, caked in the memory of last night’s rainfall, crunched over gravel as she marched across the yard, jaw set, heart pounding—not from the early morning chill, but from the letter now crumpled in her back pocket like an insult. Another overdue notice. Another threat. The ranch was bleeding money she didn’t have, and the banks were circling like wolves dressed in suits. Her father had died three months ago, and with him, the thin thread that had kept Carter Ranch out of foreclosure. Now it was all on her. Twenty-one, broke, and barely holding it together. She had no time for pity, and even less for the black SUV that just turned up the driveway, tires kicking up dust like arrogance on wheels.She didn’t recognize the sleek beast of a vehicle, but she knew what it meant—trouble. No
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