BLOOD DEBT
Drina Federico was born with nothing and lost everything too early. Her parents were murdered, her home burned, and the truth was hidden by money and power. Weak, poor, and invisible, she grows up surviving on scraps in the shadows of Madrid, carrying only pain and a quiet hunger for payback.
Dino Fazio is everything Drina is not. A cruel billionaire. A man who rules the city from behind polished glass and blood-soaked deals. To the world, he is invincible. In truth, he is the king of a criminal kingdom built on silence and sacrifice.
When Drina steals information meant to expose him, she is caught and pulled into his world. Instead of killing her, Dino cages her. Sure, she is a threat. She is broken, frightened, and powerless, but she refuses to kneel. Trapped together, hatred turns sharp, tension turns dangerous, and the line between enemy and obsession starts to blur.
As gang wars erupt and secrets surface, Drina learns the truth: Dino did not kill her parents, but his power made their deaths possible. Revenge becomes a choice, not a dream. Escape is no longer enough. Power is.
Forced to choose between destroying Dino or standing beside him to burn the kingdom from within, Drina must decide who she will become. A victim who runs, or a woman who rises.
In a world where love is born from violence, and trust is paid for in blood, can two broken souls find redemption or will power destroy them both?
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Chapter: Chapter fiveDino’s POVMadrid is burning.There is no other way to say so. The city appears to be the same on the outside, the streets are bright, the crowds appear to be carefree, but below all is on fire. My phones keep ringing. Safe houses are broken. Supply lines are cut. There were three attacks within the same hour, and none of them could be considered a coincidence.This is not chaos.This is a message.Marco says, They struck the port again. "Same pattern as before.""Lock it down," I reply. "No one moves unless I say so."I put up the telephone and stare at the window. The smoke is well out into the night sky. Somebody is aware of how my place is constructed. Someone knows my timing. Worse, there is one to know where I am weak.Lucas is behind and says, there is a leak. "This isn't outside anymore.""I know," I answered.This kind of damage by an external foe could not occur so quickly. It was only an insider who could break my empire down bit by bit. I designed this system in order to s
Last Updated: 2026-01-26
Chapter: Chapter fourDrina’s POVThe following morning, they transported me without any explanation.Two guards come to my door and inform me to follow them. They speak politely; their hands remain by their weapons. I pass them by long passages till we get to another section of the property. This wing is more isolated, quiet and has thicker doors and fewer windows. All this is intentional, as though it were constructed to be observed yet not perceived.Here is your room, one of the guards says, opening the door.The room is bigger than the previous one, there is a large bed, a desk, and a window, which looks out at the garden, enclosed with high walls. The beauty has been counterfeiting, as a lie designed to cushion a cage."Am I allowed outside?" I ask."No," he replies.The door shuts after them with a resounding bang.I remain silent for a long time and hear the silence. I know I am being watched. I can feel it through the tightening of my skin, through the fact that every move I do is calculated. Dino
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Chapter: Chapter threeDino’s POVI do not shut my eyes on the screen.The recording repeats itself with the same scene in different perspectives. Drina Federico is sitting on a chair with a trembling hand when responding to questions. She glances at the door on several occasions. She even snorts when her life is pressured. She swallows a lot. She shudders when voices become louder.None of it is controlled.None of it is trained.This is no good, I say to myself.Lucas is standing beside me with folded arms. "You think she's acting?"I replay the video repeatedly and see how she responds when my name is called. This terror she fears, but there is something beneath the fear. Anger. Old and sharp."No," I reply. “Had it been an act, she would do it better.”I have requested spies, killers, and snitches over the years. I know what acting looks like. Drina does not plan. She reacts. Her fear is messy and real.Lucas says, "She broke into a secure building. "That takes skill."“When people are desperate, it tea
Last Updated: 2026-01-26
Chapter: Chapter twoDrina’s POVI woke up gasping. I had a throbbing head, and my throat was burning. I momentarily believed that I was in the van, still in darkness, but next I came to realise that I was on a soft bed. The papers were nice and costly. The air was faintly polished and flowery.This is not my apartment.I positively sat up, and the room turned. As I came to myself again, a great fear was in my heart. It was a big room that was silent, yet there were neither any windows I could open nor any doors that were unlocked. In one corner, there was a red blinking camera. There were two uniformed men in front of the door, keeping a blank stare at me."Where am I?" I asked, my voice hoarse.No one answered.I rolled my legs out of bed and attempted the door. It did not move. I strained more, feeling panic, but it remained closed. The guards did not react."So, this is a cage," I whispered.My hands started to shake. I crossed my arms over my chest and had to make myself breathe. Crying would not hel
Last Updated: 2026-01-26
Chapter: Chapter oneDrina’s POVMadrid is quite an early riser, though it does not mind who rises with him. I get up early enough before daylight, as I can no longer sleep due to hunger. My stomach is constantly aching, and the chill of the room is seeping through my skin. I freeze and look about at the broken ceiling of my flat, and I count the spots that I already remember.“Another day,” I say, though nobody is around to hear.The room is tiny and reeks of moist walls and dust. My jacket is pinned on a sawed-off chair, and my shoes are at the door, battered through at the heels. I take my legs out of bed and scratch my face, attempting to push the memory of fire and screaming that I have never gotten rid of, even after all these years. They are easier than others. Today is not one of them.I put water on my face at the little sink, and shuddered at the coldness of the water, and checked myself in the glass. The girl who is looking at me seems weak, almost fragile, with sinking cheeks and sore eyes. My
Last Updated: 2026-01-26
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