Twisted vows
Alessia de Luca Ramanov spent the last three years attempting to find justice for the death of her late sister, convinced that her sister's husband, Nikolai volcov, was responsible. When she loses the case, she left with nothing but her anger, a falling company and an irresponsible father threatening to hand her mother over to her enemy as a human collateral.
Forsed into a marriage she does not want with the man she despises, Alessia unknowingly sings over her company to Nikolai. Upon finding out she has been tricked, she decided to get revenge and digs deep into her sister's death but this time, she finds her self face to face with a shocking discovery- the murder of her sister was done by their father, Arturo de Luca, to hide a terrible secret of her late sister and Alessia's ex-boyfriend with betrayal vengeance growing and unexpected emotions overpowering them, Alessia and Nikolai became entangled in a twist of destiny that neither one expected.
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Chapter: Blood in the Water
(chapt.40)Alessia’s POVThe war wasn’t just on the horizon.It was here.And if my mom wanted to act like she was in charge, then I was ready to unleash a storm that would wash away her power.Our counterattack kicked off at dawn.Matteo had spent the night figuring out her networks—those charity fronts, shady offshore accounts, and all that nonsense. They were scattered across Europe like breadcrumbs meant for the blind.She wasn’t just hanging on anymore.She was plotting a comeback.“She’s safeguarding her exits,” Nikolai observed. “Getting ready for a crash.”“No,” I replied. “She’s gearing up to bounce back.”We couldn’t let that fly.So we targeted her weak spot.The old money.First stop: Geneva.Matteo and I arrived with fake IDs.Our contact, a Ukrainian tech whiz named Kasia, had cracked into one of Isabella’s secure fund transfers and traced it to a vault under a heritage foundation.When we got to the vault, we were dressed in suits and fake smiles, pretending to be investors.Kasia
Last Updated: 2025-08-05
Chapter: Strike Like Ghosts (chapt.39)Alessia’s POVWe just stopped sleeping.All of us.Sleep felt like something only the innocent could afford. And trust me, we weren’t innocent anymore—not after finding that list. Not after seeing that photo of Luca feeding a stray cat, which showed they were still close, still watching us.The moment you realize you can’t hide anywhere… you stop hiding.You start hunting.Nikolai called it “The Ghost Protocol.”It was a last-ditch plan he’d come up with back in his spy days—meant to take down a whole network from the inside, piece by piece.“We can’t just run,” he said. “If we run, they’ll chase us. But if we just vanish—become shadows—they’ll freak out. And when they panic, they make mistakes.”Matteo was on board with that.I didn’t say anything.I was too busy looking at the list.Every name felt heavy. Every link was like a ticking time bomb.And I was ready to light the fuse.Step one: get Luca out of the picture.We didn’t tell him what was really going on—just that we were goi
Last Updated: 2025-08-04
Chapter: The List of Names
( chapt.38)Alessia’s POVThe key? It was old. Like, really old. Made of iron and pretty scratched up. Looked like something out of a forgotten chapel. But it wasn’t the magical kind you hear about in fairy tales. This was the kind of key you bled for.Elena’s note had one more thing under that warning:“Beneath the red church. The box is still there. If they haven’t found it.”We traced it all the way to a place outside Istanbul. A crumbling old Byzantine chapel, lost to time and tourists. The locals called it Kırmızı Işık Kilisesi—the Red Light Church.There was a legend about a priest who sold indulgences for gold and whispered secrets. Elena had circled this chapel in some old notebook Matteo found during a raid in Rome, but we never knew why. Until now.The three of us arrived in thick fog. Matteo stayed behind with Luca in the safehouse. It wasn’t safe to bring him anymore. Every day we spent in Turkey, we got closer to Konstantin’s blade. Nikolai and I went into the chapel alone.The roof
Last Updated: 2025-08-02
Chapter: The Ghost in the Garden
(chapt. 37)Alessia’s POVIstanbul felt like a breath I was holding in.The city was a mix of everything—mosques next to nightclubs, ancient walls beside flashy neon. If Rome was a stage, Istanbul was more like a puzzle. So many doors, but only one would lead to the real story.We showed up with fake names and shaky nerves.No suits. No silk.Just shadows.And war.Matteo set up our base.We had a rented flat in Beyoğlu. It was high enough for a view of the Bosphorus and quiet enough to disappear in. We split into shifts: Nikolai kept an eye on Volkov, Matteo followed the money trail of Isabella. I just listened.To the streets. To the echoes.To the ghosts in my veins.One of them was Elena.The diary showed up two days later.It was hidden in a safety deposit box under her name at a private bank across the Bosphorus. Matteo had pulled a favor from a banker Elena once trusted—before she vanished.The journal was old and worn, leather-bound. When I opened it, the first page had that familiar rose
Last Updated: 2025-07-31
Chapter: The Cost of Freedom( chapt.36)Alessia’s POVDriving out of Marrakesh felt like a blur. I was in the backseat, with Luca tucked under a blanket next to me, his small body shaking. Since we left the villa, he hadn’t said a word—not when Nikolai crashed through the gate or when the gunshots echoed behind us. Not even when I tried to reassure him, saying, "You're safe now."But we weren’t really safe.As dawn broke, we made it into the Atlas foothills and reached a checkpoint. An old friend of Nikolai’s was there—a guy who didn’t have a name, just scars. He handed us some papers, fuel, and kept quiet.By nightfall, we found ourselves in Casablanca. Safe for the moment, hidden in a place Nikolai promised even ghosts couldn’t find.Finally, Luca drifted off to sleep on my lap. I watched him breathe, slow and shaky, like he wasn’t sure even that was okay. I brushed his hair back and whispered words Elena once said to me when I was little:“You are not what they did to you.”“You are who you choose to become.”And I meant
Last Updated: 2025-07-30
Chapter: The Mother’s Mask
( chapt.35)Alessia’s POVI couldn't believe my eyes.There she was—Isabella De Luca—standing right there in the doorway, like she owned the place, like she wasn’t involved in any of this madness, like she hadn’t watched everything I cared about fall apart.“Mamma?” My voice came out all scratchy.She looked... totally unfazed. So composed. Dressed in this white linen, her hair all pinned up neatly, not a single wrinkle on her. It felt like I was in some weird dream.Luca whimpered behind me. I turned my head to check on him—his hands were tied, but at least there were no new bruises or blood. His eyes were all red and scared, but thank goodness he was still alive.“I said come alone,” she said softly. “And you did. My brave daughter.”I shook my head, panic rising. “No. No, no, no.”“Alessia—”“Wait, you? You brought me here?”She stepped further inside, hands together. “I needed to talk to you without anyone meddling. Nikolai would’ve pulled you away. Matteo would’ve filled your head with old f
Last Updated: 2025-07-29
Torn Between Two Moons
Akira, a vulnerable omega, is brutally traded to the ruthless Lycan King, Kaidën, as a pawn in a game of power and loyalty. Forced into the arms of the merciless king, Akira expects a life of servitude and hardship instead she finds herself torn between two brothers: Kaidën, the powerful and dominant Lycan King, and Lyrien, his gentle and enigmatic brother.
But when Akira makes a potion to save Kaiden’s life she becomes pressured and decides to flee the pack. With Lyrien by her side, Akira flees, embarking on a perilous journey to find safety and freedom but her escape is complicated by the fact that she was carrying Kaiden’s children in her womb.
As Akira's pregnancy progresses, she begins to open up to Lyrein and gradually accept his love but things take a turn when she and her pups get abducted and the brothers team up to rescue her and the kids.
After being rescued, Akira must confront the danger that comes with loving two brothers and wielding newly found yet unimaginable power.
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Chapter: The Teeth of Loyalty
(chapter 21)Akira’s POVI didn’t sleep that night.The dream from the stone chamber — or whatever it was, maybe a vision or a curse — kept pounding in my mind like a brand. Even with my eyes shut, I couldn’t shake the image of that bowl overflowing with black blood. I saw her — the other me — wearing my mark like a crown.By dawn, I was still pacing my room, the iron key tucked under my pillow. I splashed water on my face three times, trying to wash away the cold sweat, but it just clung to me like smoke.When the knock came, I nearly jumped out of my skin. It was a guard, his voice muffled through the thick oak door.“Lady Akira. The King is awake.”I froze.Alive.That word echoed in my head. Alive. The antidote had worked. The poison that was supposed to leave him hollow had been pushed back — maybe because I mixed it right, or maybe the Goddess had finally taken pity on me.I smoothed my hair, tightened my shawl around my shoulders, and followed the guard down the endless hallways. My bare fe
Last Updated: 2025-08-05
Chapter: Beneath the Stone
(chapter 20)Akira’s POVBy the time night fell, the ache in my bones had morphed into a deeper throb — a bitter reminder that I was still standing only because I refused to stay down. The courtyard had been deserted for hours, the taunts of the Blood Guard lingering long after their boots faded into the darkness of the halls.I really should have been resting. Yet, the fortress walls felt suffocating tonight. So, I found myself wandering around the northern wing, where the torchlight faded into heavy shadows and the wind whispered through cracks in the stone.That’s when I ran into Lyrien — or maybe he'd been trailing me all along.“You ought to be asleep,” he said softly, his voice the kindest thing I’d heard all day.Resting my forehead against the cold stone of a narrow window slit, I inhaled the pine-scented air. “I couldn’t. Not here.”He stepped closer until I felt his warmth at my back. “You did well today. Ulric hasn’t laughed like that in years.”“Laughed at me,” I replied, wincing as I
Last Updated: 2025-08-04
Chapter: The Wolf Pit (chapter 19)Akira’s POVAs dawn broke, the courtyard behind Kaïdën’s fortress buzzed with energy, much like a nest of hornets. Warriors clad in black leather and iron bracers formed loose circles, sharpening their blades and testing spears against the frosty ground. This was the Blood Guard — Kaïdën’s elite fighters. His loyal monsters.And now, it seemed, they were my new family.My breath formed clouds in the frigid morning air as I stepped through the gates. The fur cloak that Lyrein had draped over my shoulders last night offered little protection against the chill that seeped into my bones.I felt their gazes the instant I crossed the threshold — dozens of eyes. Some were curious, some sneering, and quite a few already labeling me a failure.“She’s the breeder, isn’t she?” a man with a scar cutting across his brow muttered to the brute next to him.“The king’s pet? Just a runt among wolves?”They didn’t bother to whisper softly. They wanted me to hear every word.Keeping my chin up, I tucked
Last Updated: 2025-08-02
Chapter: Beneath the Wolf’s Shadow
(chapter 18)Akira’s POVI didn’t manage to sleep long after Lyrien left. The fire had burned down to embers, taking with it the last bit of warmth I had wrapped around me like a shield.Outside my chamber, the palace was wrapped in a restless silence — but I could still feel Kaïdën’s presence pulsing through the stone walls. His authority was a constant, prowling presence that demanded my attention. And now, it was calling for me.When the guards came to get me, I didn’t make a fuss. I draped a simple dark cloak around my shoulders and followed them through the maze of dimly lit halls — my bare feet making no sound on the cold stone floor. I didn’t say a word, and neither did they. In this palace, silence was both a defense and a chain.Kaïdën’s chambers loomed at the end of a long corridor, marked by wide wooden doors carved with old runes that whispered tales of wolves and ancient blood. The guards stepped aside as I reached for the iron handle, the chill biting into my palm.As I stepped insid
Last Updated: 2025-07-31
Chapter: Sparks in the Ashes (chapter 17)Akira’s POVSmoke lingered in my hair long after we left the rogue camp, its scent intertwining with my cloak, a reminder of the burnt timber and singed fur that marked me in ways Kaïdën's brand on my neck never could.The ride back was silent. The warriors either spoke in low growls or not at all. Even Lyrien, usually brimming with quiet defiance, kept his gaze fixed on the dark trees flashing by, lost in thought or maybe fury. Perhaps it was both.Kaïdën led the way, his posture rigid, black furs brushing against his horse. Every now and then, he'd look back to check that I was still where he’d positioned me — half a horse's length behind him, just close enough for everyone to remember I belonged to him.I should have felt safe. No one would touch me, not with Kaïdën’s scent on my skin and his cold threat of death hanging over the forest like a blade.But honestly… I felt anything but safe.As dawn broke, the gates of the Emerald Pack emerged from the mist, and the guards opened the
Last Updated: 2025-07-30
Chapter: The Edge of Dawn ( chapter 16 )Akira’s POVAs the first hints of dawn broke over the horizon, the courtyard buzzed with the sounds of horses and the clanking of armored wolves. I found myself amongst them, feeling small and fragile in the midst of those hardened warriors draped in the colors of Kaïdën — a rich forest green paired with silver.The cold air nipped at my cheeks and stung my lips. I wrapped my fur-lined cloak tighter around me, but it did little to stop the shivers from taking hold.Kaïdën’s imposing black stallion stood by the steps, already saddled and stamping its hooves on the stone, restless like its master. I spotted Lyrien first; his warm amber eyes met mine across the busy courtyard. There was no smile today, just a slight dip of his head, a subtle gesture of understanding.That look seemed to say, Hold on. Stay alive.A firm grip wrapped around my elbow — it was Kaïdën, his presence enveloping me before I even turned to face him. He smelled like pine and smoke, iron and snow — the essence of a
Last Updated: 2025-07-29
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