Chapter: Chapter 176: Lucian EvangelineNyxia’s POV— Eight months later —The world outside was quiet. Snow drifted down in lazy spirals, covering the estate grounds in a blanket of white. Inside, the warmth of the dimly lit room pressed against my skin.But nothing else mattered.Because in my arms lay the most precious thing in the world.My son.My throat tightened, my breath hitching as I traced the soft curve of his cheek with my fingertip.A part of me still couldn’t believe he was real. That after everything, after all the pain, all the losses, all the nights I spent gripping my stomach in fear, he had made it.He was here.And he was perfect.I lifted my gaze to Dominico, who sat beside me on the hospital bed, watching me with that rare, gentle smile he only ever showed in moments like these. The kind of smile that made my chest ache because it held too much emotion, too much love.My lips trembled, and before I could stop myself, I whispered, “He looks just like you.”Dominico chuckled, the deep rumble of his voic
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Chapter: Chapter 175: I’m Gonna Pass OutNyxia’s POV:The next instant, the darkness receded like it had never been there, and I was thrown back into the light. My body jerked as I gasped, my fingers clutching onto Dominico's arms like a lifeline.He held me tight, his own breath ragged as our gazes locked.“What the fuck?” Nikolai's voice rang through the air, sharp with disbelief.I turned my head just in time to see it—Elijah’s body disintegrating before our very eyes, crumbling into ash the same way Coco’s had.Alex stumbled forward, his expression frozen in shock. “What just happened?” His eyes darted around, landing on every single one of us, searching for an answer none of us had.No one else had seen what we had seen.The weight of the realization crushed me, but I didn’t have the time to dwell on it.My head pounded, my vision blurred at the edges. The adrenaline that had kept me upright was rapidly wearing off, leaving behind a wreckage of exhaustion and pain.I could barely stand.The only thing keeping me from co
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Chapter: Chapter 174: Breathe LifeNyxia’s POVThe room felt suffocating, as if the very air had been drained from it. My heartbeat pounded in my ears, an uneven, frantic rhythm.Across from me stood the Noir Witch, cloaked in absolute darkness.She wasn’t just a presence—she was an absence.A void.I swallowed hard, my fingers digging into Dominico’s sleeve, seeking an anchor in the storm of my thoughts.“What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice barely more than a whisper.But Dominico was already staring at me, his sharp gaze flickering with something questions.“You know her?” He asked.I hesitated. The words I was about to speak felt like glass lodged in my throat, but I forced them out.“Have you heard of the Noir Witch?”His entire body stiffened.And then—His expression darkened into something I had rarely seen before. A glare of pure, seething rage.“The one who turned you into a beta?”My breath hitched.He knew?Since when?I hesitated, my throat tightening before I gave him a small nod.The Noir Witch’s
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Chapter: Chapter 173: Final ReunionNyxia’s POV:“Let me go!” I yanked my arm, desperate to break free, but the grip on my wrist tightened like iron shackles.A violent shiver tore down my spine.Coco’s hold was unrelenting, his fingers pressing into my skin with bruising force as he turned toward the bloodstained room. His breath hitched at the sight of Ethan’s slumped form, a choked gasp escaping his lips.“Sire!” he exclaimed, his voice tinged with panic.I expected him to release me, to rush to his Master’s side—But he didn’t.Instead—He dragged me back with him.“No—No! No, no, no, NO! LET ME GO!” I screamed, my voice raw and broken as I thrashed against his grip. My nails dug into his wrist, my legs kicking wildly, but it was useless.I wasn’t strong enough.I was never strong enough.Coco yanked me closer, his breath ragged, his voice laced with pure venom.“You ungrateful wretch,” he spat, his fingers tightening around my arm as his other hand reached for Ethan’s pale face. “After all he’s done for you, this i
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Chapter: Chapter 172: Bloody murder?Nyxia’s POV:Ethan’s eyes darkened, the crimson glow in his irises flickering like embers ready to consume him whole. His gaze dropped to the beige mesh nightgown in my hand, his expression unreadable.My fingers trembled as I crumpled the fabric into a ball and tossed it back into the open cupboard, my breathing uneven.Something was wrong.The way he was standing, the way his shoulders trembled ever so slightly, like a predator losing control of its own body. His usual smirk was gone—replaced by something dangerous.Something desperate.“W—what happened?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.Not because I was worried about him.Because I was worried about myself.Ethan didn’t answer immediately. Instead, his body gave a sudden jolt, and he coughed—a deep, guttural sound that sent a splatter of blood onto his palm.My eyes widened.For a moment, he simply stared at the crimson pooling in his hand, his breathing ragged, before slowly lifting his head to look at me.I froze.The w
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Chapter: Chapter 171: Cling to his memoryNyxia’s POV:I woke up with an unsettling feeling twisting in my stomach, my body instantly tensing as my senses registered the unusual silence around me.Something was wrong.For the past couple days, every time I had woken up, there had always been a tray of food waiting for me. That was the only indication I had that time was passing, the only consistency in this nightmare. But now… there was nothing.I frowned, slowly sitting up on the plush mattress, my wrists aching from the metal cuffs that had been pressing into my skin for too long. The room was eerily still, the only sound being the faint rustling of the wind outside.Had Ethan forgotten to bring my food?No. He wouldn’t. He was too meticulous about maintaining control over me.I turned my gaze toward the window. The sun was already high in the sky, casting bright rays over the snow-capped mountains in the distance. Noon. Which meant I had already missed breakfast… and possibly even lunch.A wave of hunger gnawed at my stoma
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His Nemesis, Her Heartbreak
Four years ago, I committed the ultimate sin. I almost killed my adoptive mother, and for that, I was sentenced to a living hell. My father caged my wolf, stripped my dignity, and bartered me off like livestock to a ruthless CEO to seal a blood alliance.
I didn't fight. I didn't scream. I quietly accepted the chains and walked away from the fated mate bond I shared with my step-brother. Damon Enzo Vitale was my first heartbreak—the man I once loved, and the man who truly hated me. Now, I’m back in Vesper City, but the girl Damon once knew is gone. In her place stands a woman shattered by a monster’s touch, clutching a dying daughter to her chest.
I have nowhere left to run except into the arms of the man I once sacrificed everything to leave.
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Ophelia Vitale is a harbinger of ruin and a shameless seductress. Four years ago, she brought our family to the brink of collapse and walked away from the fated mate bond we shared without a backward glance.
I, Damon Enzo Vitale, have spent every night since fueling my hatred for her, trying to burn away the memories she left branded on my soul. But the woman who collapsed on that highway isn’t the girl I remember. She’s covered in scars I can’t explain and carrying a child with my family's eyes. As I look into the trauma she’s desperate to hide, the foundations of my world begin to crack.
Was my hatred truly valid? Or had I been blinded by a web of lies designed to destroy us both?
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Chapter: Chapter 85:Ophelia’s POV:The double doors of the banquet hall clicked shut behind us. My hands trembled so violently that I forced my fingers closed into a tight fist.“What are you going to do with him?” I demanded, my voice coming out in a sharp, breathless whisper.Eugene didn't stop walking. He merely glanced back at me over his shoulder, his dark eyes entirely devoid of warmth, fixed in a cold, calculating mask.“Why?” Eugene asked, his voice dripping with sudden sarcasm. “So that you can go and save him too?”The words hit me like a physical blow. I froze in my footsteps, staring up at the tall, imposing silhouette of my biological father, my vision blurring slightly before my eyes narrowed into a glare.
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Chapter: Chapter 84:Damon’s POV:I watched the color drain from Ophelia’s face in a second. The face which had looked so relaxed, confident, and elated a few moments ago while standing on that illuminated stage looked ashen now.Her hazel eyes were wide, fixed on the older man in front of her with a look of pure terror. It was a look I understood immediately.My jaw clenched.What the fuck was he doing? I recognized the man instantly. James Berkshire. He was the younger brother of Humphrey Berkshire, one of the primary Board of Directors on my father’s side of the Vitale empire. He was a parasite who rode on his brother's coattails, a man who rarely frequented these high-profile events. I stood straight, pushing off the marble pillar I had been leaning against for the past five minutes wh
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Chapter: Chapter 83:Ophelia’s POV:“Rhea Whitmore.”The name vibrated through the speakers. A part of me—the broken, deeply scarred part that still clawed at the walls of my mind—didn't recognize that name at all. That part was still hopelessly stuck in the bleak, terrifying past where I was just Ophelia. A helpless, recessive Omega tied down to the whims of the Vitale family.I remembered being married off to Raymond. I remembered the suffocating walls of the bedroom where I was forced to be his fuckdoll, subjected night after night to his brutal touch and his degrading, venomous taunts. For years, I had been nothing but a ghost inhabiting a bruised shell.But as I stared at the glaring lights of the stage, another part of me—the part forged in the fire of the Whitmore legacy
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Chapter: Chapter 82:Damon’s POV:I stalked out of the banquet hall, my shoes striking the marble with enough force to echo through the corridor.The way she had looked at me—the way she had handled me—it was like looking at a stranger wearing the face of the woman I loved. I needed air, but more than that, I needed to corner my parents and figure out just what the fuck they’d been hiding.I found them in the back courtyard, tucked away behind the stone arches near an oak tree. I came to a halt, the shadow of a stone beam concealing my presence. I had intended to storm in, but the sight before me made the words die in my throat.Margot was doubled over, her dress fluttering in the night breeze. She was dry-heaving violently next to the tree, her back trembling. Tears streamed down he
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Chapter: Chapter 81:Ophelia’s POV:“Do not react, Rhea. He wants you to react. Stick to the plan,” Eugene whispered, his voice barely audible against my ear. He bent down to my level, adjusting the fold of my sleeve before straightening up and letting out a soft chuckle as if he’d just shared a lighthearted joke with his daughter.I forced my facial muscles into a serene, matching smile, nodding even as my chest burned with a simmering, volcanic anger.If I hadn’t been angry enough at Damon before, I was absolutely boiling now. How dare he? Valeria was crying. Every cell in my body, every maternal instinct I possessed, screamed at me to drop the act, sprint across the marble floor, and tear her out of that guard’s arms. I wanted to embrace my daughter, feel her heart beating against mine, and run away from this city
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Chapter: Chapter 80:Damon’s POV:I had missed him. By minutes, perhaps even seconds, I had missed the chance to wrap my hands around Maximillian’s throat.He had escaped. The official reports were a mess of bureaucratic excuses, but the security footage—the parts that hadn't been corrupted by a digital loop—told a very specific story. A woman and Ezra Whitmore were the last recorded individuals to enter that room.She had done it.Ophelia had willingly let Max escape.The thought should have enraged me more. It should have felt like a betrayal, knowing she’d freed a man who had tried to claim what was mine. But strangely, that didn't ache half as much as the visceral, bone-deep memory of seeing her in that hospital hallway. For a f
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