Blood Bound Vows
Isidora Moretti always appeared to be a chess player, overseeing her family’s massive enterprise and grappling with the city’s menacing mafia clans. Her father orders her to marry the Vescari heir, and she discovers that theirs is not romance that would involve love-it is of power and obedience. Declining could be her last word so she thinks of an escape-engagement, a lie she is betting would work. She teams up with Dante Romano,the boy who beats her every time in school. He is good looking, cold, smart and has chased the same deal she wants. He often mocks her stubborn ways and never offers real help.
Still, he oddly agrees to act as her fiancé. The agreement sees only looks, no real feeling involved. It may mean just a clever contract. Business agreement looks clean, no feelings. But Dante seizes Isidora at the engagement party and kisses her in front of the city. Everything becomes upside down. Rivalry and obsession — everything seems to blur. Others soon witness Isidora as Dante’s Achilles’ heel. In another world, weakness is a weapon. Maybe they both have this tilt, not just one side. With threats growing closer-in business offices ,back alleys, and mob hits, both find they need to stand up together. As they fight, they come closer and closer, and each threat reduces the boundaries they’ve constructed between them on their feelings. As danger narrows in on Isidora, Dante’s left to contemplate the sacrifices he’ll make just to keep her safe. He’ll do anything he can to protect her, to make her his, even if it’s damaging everything in his path. In the end, the promises they’ve made, no matter how unserious, appear to be the only thing they can reasonably believe.
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Chapter: Chapter 29The city looked different at night when you’re alone on purpose.Not romantic. Not electric. Just sharp.I shouldn’t have left the penthouse. I knew that before I even stepped into the elevator. The weight of it pressed against my ribs as the doors slid shut, sealing me into motion. Dante hadn’t forbidden me—not outright—but the air between us had been tight all evening, threaded with unspoken warnings.I told myself I needed air. Distance. A reminder that I was still capable of making choices that didn’t revolve around danger.That was the lie.The truth was simpler and uglier: I hated feeling watched.So I walked.The street was busy enough at first—restaurants glowed, laughter spilled onto sidewalks, traffic hummed like a living thing. I blended in. A woman in a dark coat, hood pulled up, backpack slung behind, phone in hand. No destination. No plan.Just movement.It wasn’t until I turned onto a narrower street that the quiet began to feel wrong.Too sudden.The noise didn’t fade
Last Updated: 2025-12-15
Chapter: Chapter 28Matteo walked into the café like he owned the place.He didn’t look around to appreciate the morning rush or the smell of roasted beans. His eyes swept the room with the kind of assessment that made you feel cataloged, not seen. People kept talking, ordering, laughing—clueless.But my hands froze around my cup the moment his gaze found me.He smiled.Slow.Precise.Like he’d been waiting to enjoy the exact moment our eyes met.My stomach dropped.He wasn’t supposed to be here.I left the penthouse because I couldn’t breathe—not because I wanted to walk straight into Dante’s enemy.He made his way toward me without breaking eye contact.“Busy morning?” he asked as he stopped at my table. His tone had that silk-over-razor quality I hated—polite on the surface, threat underneath.I forced myself to straighten. “You’re not invited to sit.”He sat anyway.“It’s a public café,” he said. “You don’t own the table.” A slight pause. “…yet.”I stiffened. “What do you want?”“To talk.”“No.”He i
Last Updated: 2025-12-11
Chapter: Chapter 27I woke up to silence.Not the peaceful kind—the kind that pressed on your ribs, heavy as a hand over your mouth.The sunlight filtered through the penthouse windows like nothing happened last night. As if a man didn’t die beneath this roof. As if Dante didn’t pull a trigger with a steady hand while I stood there, shaking and stupidly rooted to the floor.I sat up slowly, my breath caught halfway. The sheets smelled like Dante’s cologne—dark, woodsy, expensive. It should be comforting. Today, it felt like a weight on my chest.I swung my legs off the bed.My knees almost buckled.The image hit me again—sharp, unwelcome, unavoidable:The flash.The sound.The way his body went still.One second alive.The next… gone.I gripped the edge of the mattress, as I tried to steady my breaths.In. Out.In. Out.It doesn’t work.The room felt too small, like the walls had moved closer during the night. I didn’t sleep much—just drifted in and out, every time I jolted awake with the phantom echo o
Last Updated: 2025-12-08
Chapter: Chapter 26The penthouse was too quiet, and I knew instantly something was wrong.“Dante?” I called as I stepped inside.Silence answered.A light glowed under the door of his private den—the room he never used unless things were bad.“Dante?” I tried again, as I moved closer.The answer came in a different form:Crack.A sharp, flesh-and-bone sound.Another.A low, pained groan.I grabbed the doorknob with a trembling hand and pushed it open an inch.“Dante?”He didn’t turn. He was standing over a man tied to a chair, bloodied, barely conscious. Dante’s sleeves were rolled up. His knuckles were split. His voice was calm—the kind of calm that terrified me.“Where did you leak the intel?” Dante asked the man.The traitor spat blood onto the floor.I whispered, “Dante… what are you doing?”He froze.Then, very slowly, he turned his head toward me.“Isidora,” he said quietly, “leave.”“No.”“I mean it.”“I’m not leaving,” I repeated.His jaw tightened. “You shouldn’t be in this room.”“You left the
Last Updated: 2025-12-06
Chapter: Chapter 25“Shall we eat?” Matteo asked, as he settled back with the smug ease of a man who believed the room belonged to him.Silverware clinked hesitantly as servants began to bring out dishes. But no one at the table reached for food. Not yet. Not until they knew whether Dante or Matteo would strike first.Dante didn’t touch his fork.Didn’t blink.Didn’t breathe wrong.He sat perfectly still beside me, but I felt the storm in him. It tightly leashed and vibrated against my skin. Every shift of Matteo’s gaze only pulled the tension tighter.My father forced a brittle smile. “This is a dinner between families. Let’s maintain some—”“Politeness?” Matteo cut in. “Is that what we’re pretending tonight?”My father stiffened. The Romano men at the opposite end of the table exchanged quiet glances like they calculated, and waited like power that balanced on the edge of a knife.Matteo reached for a piece of bread like he hadn’t just walked in and lit the room on fire.“Aren’t you going to eat, Dante
Last Updated: 2025-12-02
Chapter: Chapter 24Are you ready?” Dante asked. His voice was low, and too steady.I didn’t answer right away. My fingers tightened around the edge of my clutch as Dante's car rolled to a slow stop before the massive Moretti mansion. Warm golden lights flooded the façade. It glittered over polished stone and tall columns. It looked like luxury, it looked like elegance… but tonight it felt like a trap wrapped in gold ribbon.“I don’t know,” I finally whispered.Dante’s hand slid to my lower back. It grounded me with the same quiet pressure he’d kept on me since we left our own house. “Stay close to me.”“I always do,” I murmured.He didn’t smile. He didn't tease me. Not tonight.The wound of my solo investigation was still raw between us. Every now and then, I felt his gaze on me. It was mixed with half anger, and half fear. As if he still saw me snuck into my father’s study, slipped past guards who could have shot first and asked questions never.As if he still heard my trembling voice when I handed h
Last Updated: 2025-12-01
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