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Vuk Kael LaskovicDo you believe in love?Not the kind sung about in careless taverns or whispered between foolish youths who think longing is the same thing as devotion. I mean the kind of love that roots itself deep into your bones, that claws into your ribs and refuses to leave, the kind that makes the world feel smaller and sharper because one person suddenly becomes the center of everything you are.Like falling terribly in love with someone you can’t imagine a single second without them.The feeling is like a flower blooming beneath the first rays of morning sunlight—slow, warm, inevitable. Gentle at first… and then overwhelming before you even realize it has taken hold.Gods…I breathed out slowly, my chest rising and falling with quiet ease as I stared at the beautiful woman I had been fortunate enough to call mine.She stood at the center of the garden, her white hair catching the golden glow of the morning sun like strands of silver fire. The breeze moved softly around her,

Vuk Kael Laskovic “You were jealous…”Her voice carried that teasing softness I had come to recognize too well, the kind that always made something warm settle deep in my chest even when I tried to act unaffected.“No, I wasn’t,” I lied instantly, not even bothering to hide the stubborn edge in my tone.She chuckled softly at that, the sound low and warm, like she had already caught me in the lie before I even finished speaking. The mattress shifted slightly beneath her as she leaned closer, her eyes shining with quiet amusement while she studied my face like she was reading straight through me.“You can’t fool me,” she murmured, her fingers tracing slow, lazy patterns across my chest. “You were jealous.”“No,” I repeated again, firmer this time, though even I could hear the weakness hiding inside the denial.“Yes.”“No.”“Yes.”“No.”Her smile widened slowly, mischievous and knowing, the kind of smile that always made me feel exposed no matter how much control I pretended to have.I

Vuk Laskovic “Are you okay, my love?” I asked quietly as I pulled Maureen into my arms, holding her carefully as if she might still break apart if I loosened my grip. Her body leaned into mine without resistance, and for the first time since the chaos began, I allowed myself to breathe properly. The tremor in her shoulders had lessened, but not disappeared, and the memory of her screaming in darkness still burned behind my eyes like an open wound.She nodded faintly, her fingers curling into the front of my shirt as if grounding herself in something real. Her breathing had steadied, but the exhaustion clinging to her was obvious. Fear lingers long after danger passes, and what she endured tonight would not fade easily—not from memory, not from blood.“Please tell me you actually killed that bitch,” she said suddenly, her voice rough and hoarse, the anger barely masking the lingering fear beneath it.I let out a quiet breath and shook my head once.“No,” I replied calmly.Her head lif

Maureen Darkness swallowed everything around me so completely that it felt suffocating, thick and endless, pressing in from every direction until I couldn’t tell where the walls were, where the floor ended, or where danger waited. I had no sense of distance anymore—no shapes, no shadows, no certainty—just sound and breath and the terrifying realization that I was trapped inside a world that had gone silent and blind all at once. My heart pounded violently against my ribs, each beat loud enough to drown out reason, each breath scraping painfully through my chest as panic clawed its way upward.But beneath that panic—There was rage.Hot.Violent.Unforgiving.I had no idea what was happening around me, no idea where she stood or how close she was to my child, but Gods help me… I swore in that moment that if I survived this, if I got even one more chance to touch my babies again, I would kill Celeste with my bare hands if I had to.“Don’t you dare give her shit!!” I screamed hoarsely i

Celeste POV “No, Vuk, don’t listen to her—she already took my eyes!” Maureen screamed hoarsely behind me, her voice cracking under the weight of panic and desperation. Even blind, even trembling, she still tried to hold onto control, still tried to sway him before I could tighten the noose properly. I rolled my eyes slowly at her outburst, unimpressed, her frantic shouting doing nothing but adding noise to a situation that demanded precision.“Think carefully, Vuk…” I said calmly, lifting my hand just slightly, letting the invisible thread of magic tighten around Lauren’s small body. She rose higher into the air, her tiny limbs moving weakly as confusion stirred inside her fragile mind. Not crying yet—just startled, sensing danger without understanding it. “Lauren… or a tiny little blood offering. Your choice.”“And an oath,” I added quietly, tilting my head as I studied his face with slow calculation.Nyxara moved sharply beside him, her tail flicking with barely restrained rage, he

Celeste The moment the darkness swallowed her vision, I smiled—not the soft, polite smile I wore when pretending to be loyal, not the careful servant’s smile meant to earn trust—but something older, deeper, carved from years of waiting and swallowing humiliation. It spread slowly across my lips, deliberate and unhurried, the kind of smile that only comes when something long desired finally begins to unfold exactly as planned. I watched her carefully, savoring the delay between the magic taking hold and her mind catching up to what had just happened. That tiny pause… that fragile second before panic… it was exquisite.Her scream followed a heartbeat later, sharp and ragged, tearing violently through the air like glass shattering against stone. “I can’t see!” she cried, her voice breaking under the weight of raw terror as she twisted against the ropes binding her wrists. “Celeste—what did you do?! I can’t see anything!” The words spilled from her mouth in broken bursts, each syllable s



Serafina Marazona


The early morning sunlight spilled through the bedroom windows, painting long golden lines across the sheets. I remained where I was, staring at the ceiling without truly seeing it. Sleep had come in broken pieces throughout the night, interrupted by memories of locked doors, Cassandra’s questions, Vincenzo’s silence, and the promise I had made simply to survive.


Now that I had made it back to the estate alive, another battle waited for me. I had given my word, and whether it had been made under threat or not, I had no intention of pretending it had never happened. If I wanted Vincenzo to treat me as something more than a frightened girl hidden behind his name, then I had to begin acting like someone whose words carried weight.


Dragging myself from the bed, I disappeared into the bathroom. The cold water helped clear the exhaustion from my mind, though it did nothing for the ache that still lingered in my body. I brushed my teeth, tied my hair into a simple k



Don Vincenzo Marazona


The next morning arrived wrapped in heavy silence. Sunlight filtered through the heavy drapes of our suite, casting long golden beams across the king-sized bed where Serafina lay curled beneath the silk sheets. Her body still carried faint bruises from the ordeal. I hadn’t slept much. The memory of her collapsing in my arms replayed endlessly — the raw pain in her voice, the way she shattered after those slaps, the trust I had broken by leaving her in that white room as some twisted test. 


She was my wife. My substitute bride who had become far more dangerous to my control than any rival. Last night, after the doctor left, I held her through the worst of her tears until exhaustion claimed her. Now, as I stood beside the bed watching her stir, something unfamiliar twisted in my chest. Not just guilt. A deep, possessive need to atone. To worship the woman I had failed.


She woke slowly, eyes fluttering open to fix on me with guarded wariness. 


“You’re st

Don Vincenzo Marazona The boardroom emptied gradually as the final meeting of the day dragged to its conclusion. Contracts worth hundreds of millions lay signed on the polished mahogany table, awaiting my final execution. Men twice my age had spent three grueling hours arguing over shipping routes, investments, and acquisitions, all while pretending they didn’t live in fear of the reality that every signature ultimately required my approval. By the time the last executive filed out, silence settled heavy across the top floor of Marazona Holdings. The city stretched beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, bathed in gold and orange beneath the dying sun. I loosened my tie and turned my attention to the reports waiting on my desk. Three financial summaries. Two political updates. One intelligence briefing. A normal day. The office door opened without a knock. Only a handful of people dared. Adriano Matteo stepped inside. I didn’t look up immediately. “Something important?” A lon

Serafina MarazonaTime lost all meaning inside that sterile white room. It stretched into an endless, suffocating blur, marked only by the arrival and removal of untouched food trays and the growing ache in my muscles from a bed that was never meant for rest. No windows. No clocks. Nothing to anchor me to the outside world except the muffled sounds drifting beyond the heavy metal door—distant footsteps, low voices, the occasional metallic grind of locks. At first, every noise jolted me upright, heart seizing with desperate hope. Vincenzo had found me. His men were coming. The door would burst open any second and this nightmare would end. But it never happened. The hope curdled into something heavier, colder. Cassandra returned at irregular intervals, her presence as calculated as it was unnerving. Sometimes she fired sharp, probing questions meant to peel back my defenses. Other times she simply sat across from me, cigarette smoke curling from her fingers while she studied m

Serafina MarazonaThe first thing I felt upon regaining consciousness was a sharp, throbbing pain pulsing relentlessly behind my eyes, as though my skull had been cracked open and carelessly stitched back together. Nausea followed swiftly, twisting my stomach into violent knots that made me gag even before I could fully surface from the heavy layers of darkness. I coughed hard, the sound echoing strangely in the sterile space around me, and forced my eyes open. White ceiling. White walls. White floor. A barren, windowless room stripped of any warmth or personality, like a cage designed to break the spirit before the body. For several long, disorienting moments, I simply lay there staring upward, my mind struggling to piece together the fragments— the wrong turn in the taxi, the locked doors, the driver’s cold eyes in the mirror—until panic slammed into me like a tidal wave.I sat up too quickly, the room spinning wildly around me as my vision blurred with dizzying streaks of white.

Serafina MarazonaThe first thing I did after returning to our suite was collapse into sleep—not because I wanted rest, but because my body finally surrendered after nearly twenty hours of poring over endless files, reports, security briefings, financial records, family histories, and blood-soaked secrets that painted a far darker picture of the Marazona empire than I had ever imagined. By the time my head touched the pillow, exhaustion pulled me under like a riptide, swift and unforgiving.When I woke again, the room was empty and the sunlight had shifted across the lavish furnishings, casting long golden shadows. The clock on the nightstand told me I had slept through most of the afternoon. For several long moments, I lay there staring at the ornate ceiling, the silence pressing in around me like a living thing. The Marazona estate itself never truly slept—somewhere beyond these thick walls, guards rotated in silent shifts, meetings unfolded with ruthless precision, phones rang wit