Blood And Vows
“Please... spare my life,” she whispered, her voice trembling like the last leaf clinging to a winter branch. Blood trickled from her split lip as she pressed her forehead to the cold marble floor, her entire body shaking with terror.
“I treasure what belongs to me,” he replied, his voice cold and deadly. His gloved hand gripped her chin, forcing her to meet his merciless gaze. “And as of tonight, little ghost... you belong to me.”
Born from a one-night stand between a mafia lord and a maid, Liliana Orlov entered the world with her mother’s blood staining her face. Her father, Don Nickolas Orlov never let her forget who she was - a curse!
While her half-sisters wear silks, she scrubs floors. While they dine in gold-lit halls, she eats their scraps.
She was the family’s whipping girl, blamed for the empire’s weakness-no male heir, no future.
Then, the unthinkable happens.
To end a decade-long war, Nickolas sold Liliana to his greatest enemy Mikhail Volkov also known as “The Reaper” the heir to the most powerful and brutal mafia dynasty. Her fate was sealed. She entered into a forced marriage to secure peace.
Thrown into a gilded cage, Liliana faces a man more merciless than her father.
Is survival enough… or will she dare to want more?
Or
Will a man who rules through fear finally learn to kneel to love?
Find out more in the story!
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Chapter: Chapter 161LilianaFour weeks later, I stood in a cemetery on the outskirts of Moscow, watching as they lowered Anastasia Volkova's casket into the frozen ground. Snow was falling steadily, covering the dark wood with a pristine white shroud that made the whole scene look peaceful, and almost beautiful.It was a lie, of course. There was nothing peaceful about Anastasia's death or the legacy she left behind. But winter had a way of making even the ugliest truths look clean.Mikhail stood beside me, his hand warm in mine despite the cold. He hadn't spoken much in the weeks since our confrontation with Anastasia, but he was healing. Slowly, carefully, like a man learning to walk again after a devastating injury. The breakdown in her room had been necessary, I think. Sometimes you have to fall completely apart before you can rebuild yourself into something new.There were perhaps a dozen people at the funeral. Former associates, business partners, people who owed their positions to Anastasia's infl
Última actualización: 2025-09-25
Chapter: Chapter 160Mikhail"Leave me alone," I whispered to Liliana, my voice barely audible through the sobs that were still wracking my body. "Please. I need... I need to process this."I couldn't look at her. I couldn't bear to see the reflection of my own devastation in her eyes. Everything I had believed about myself, about my identity, about my place in the world, had been stripped away in the span of a single conversation. I was not who I thought I was. I had never been who I thought I was.Liliana hesitated for a moment, and I could feel her wanting to stay, to comfort me somehow. But she understood. After everything we'd both endured tonight, we needed space to breathe, to think, to figure out what any of this meant for our future."I'll be in the garden," she said softly, and I heard her footsteps retreating down the hallway.Alone in Anastasia's room, surrounded by the evidence of her decades-long manipulation, I let the full weight of the truth crash over me like a tsunami. I was Nikolas Orl
Última actualización: 2025-09-11
Chapter: Chapter 159LilianaThe word mother hung in the air like a death knell, and I watched Mikhail freeze completely beside me. His entire body went rigid, and I could see blood draining from his face as the implications of what Anastasia had just said began to sink in."What did you just say?" His voice was barely above a whisper, but there was something dangerous in it, something that made even Anastasia pause for a moment."I said we shall see if you can live with the guilt of sending your own mother away," she repeated, and there was something almost gleeful in her expression now, as if she'd been saving this revelation for last, her final and most devastating blow."You're not my mother," Mikhail said, but I could hear the uncertainty creeping into his voice. "My mother died when I was five. I watched my own father kill her. You're my aunt. You raised me after my parents died."Anastasia laughed, that cold, calculating sound that had nothing maternal about it whatsoever. "Oh, my dear boy. You hav
Última actualización: 2025-09-11
Chapter: Chapter 158MikhailThe words hung in the air between us like a death sentence. Dmitri was Anastasia's son. My best friend, my brother in arms, my greatest betrayer, was family?The revelation cut through me like shattered glass, each piece finding a new place to lodge and cause pain.I stared at Liliana, watching her process this information, seeing the same devastation in her eyes that I felt coursing through my own veins. First we discovered we were cousins, now this. What other lies had our lives been built upon? What other terrible truths were waiting to be uncovered?"I don't understand," Liliana whispered, her hand still pressed protectively over her belly. "If Dmitri was Anastasia's son, then he was your... your what? Cousin? Brother?""I don't know," I admitted, the words tasting like ash in my mouth. "Anastasia never told me anything about having children. I thought... I always believed she'd dedicated her life to raising me after my parents died."But even as I said it, memories began
Última actualización: 2025-09-11
Chapter: Chapter 157LilianaI could I be related to Mikhail? My mother was a maid. How could I be a Volkov by blood?I sat in our bedroom, staring at my reflection in the mirror across the room, trying to reconcile what I saw with what I now knew about myself. The woman looking back at me was the same one who had woken up this morning as Liliana Volkov, wife to the most powerful man in Russia, carrying his child.Now I was... what? Still his wife, technically, but also his cousin. The baby growing inside me wasn't just our child anymore, it was the product of a family line that twisted back on itself in ways I was only beginning to understand.Cousin. The word felt foreign in my mouth, tasting of shame and confusion. All my life, I'd been told I was worthless, that my bloodline meant nothing, that I was a bastard child with no real family connections. Now I discovered that not only did I have family, but I'd unknowingly married into it.The nausea that hit me had nothing to do with pregnancy. It was pure
Última actualización: 2025-09-11
Chapter: Chapter 156MikhailThe revelation hit me like a sledgehammer to the chest. Cousin. The word echoed in my mind, bouncing off the walls of my consciousness like a ricocheting bullet. I stared at Nikolas Orlov, searching his weathered face for any sign of deception, any hint that this was just another cruel lie designed to inflict maximum psychological damage.But the satisfaction in his eyes told me everything I needed to know. This wasn't a lie. This was truth, delivered like poison on the tip of a blade.Liliana had pulled away from me, her face pale as winter snow, her hand pressed protectively over her belly where our child was growing. Our child. The child that might now carry the burden of our shared blood, our twisted family connection that neither of us had known existed.The silence that followed was deafening. I could hear my own heartbeat, I could feel the blood rushing through my veins, I could sense the shocked stillness of everyone in the room. Solomon and his men stood frozen, uncer
Última actualización: 2025-09-11
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