Sacred Obsession: For the priest who ruined me
On the night I turned twenty-two, I walked into St. Augustine Church ready to bury four years of silent devotion. One final confession. One last chance. When Father Cassian Riven’s control finally broke, a single reckless night followed—only to end with a rival priest at the door and a gunshot that changed everything. Cassian ordered me to leave and pretend nothing had happened. Then he vanished, leaving me with the taste of him and the sound of that shot still in my ears.
Left shattered, Elias rebuilds himself as a brilliant but hollow hacker at university. His quiet intensity draws the attention of Lucian Varela, a calculating Mafia king who uncovers Elias’s connection to the missing priest and decides to claim him as both weapon and prize. Blackmail and rising danger pull Elias deeper into Lucian’s world. When a bounty is placed on his head, Cassian abandons the last of his vows, returns from the shadows, and comes back for the only person who ever reached him. Old truths surface about Cassian’s past and Elias’s own family. Forced to choose between the life that raised him and the man who ruined and saved him, Elias must decide whether a love born in secrecy and blood can survive the light of day.
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Chapter: CarefulChapter 38: Elias pov The corridor back toward the computer science building felt longer than usual.My footsteps sounded too loud against the polished floor. Students passed in loose groups, voices overlapping, the faint scent of coffee and printer toner drifting from open doors. None of it registered clearly. My mind kept replaying the garden—the cool air under the tree, the steady sound of the fountain, and the way Lucian had spoken Cassian’s full name as if it belonged in ordinary conversation.Father Cassian Riven.No one at Caldrith Crown should have known that name. I had been careful. I had left Saint-Mireille without leaving obvious trails. The voicemails went into a void. The searches I ran stayed private. Yet this man—broad-shouldered, calm, carrying himself with the same controlled grace that still haunted me—had said the name without hesitation. The question of *how* sat like a stone in my chest. Black-market information. Old syndicate connections. Something worse. I co
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Chapter: BaitChapter 37: Lucian’s pov Force would make him guarded.I had seen it the moment I stepped into his path—the flicker of calculation, the quick mapping of exits, the way his body prepared to run even while his face remained carefully blank. Elias Voss responded to pressure by closing ranks. Pushing harder would only drive him further behind whatever walls he had built. So I chose the slower route. Calm. Measured. The kind of patience that looked like courtesy.We sat on the stone bench beneath the tree. The garden held its late-morning quiet—the soft fall of water from the fountain, the occasional rustle of dry leaves across gravel, the distant, muted sound of lectures continuing behind glass. Cool air moved through the hedges and carried the damp scent of earth and the faint metallic edge that always seemed to cling to Caldrith. I kept my posture open, hands visible, voice level.Internally the decision had already hardened.Elias was not the prize. He was the bait.Cassian Riven had
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Chapter: The GardenChapter 36: Elias pov There was something about the man who had stepped into my path.It was not only the way he blocked the corridor without raising his voice. It was the stillness, the absolute certainty that I would stop. I had never seen him before, yet the air around him felt heavier than the usual campus noise, as if the space itself adjusted to his presence. The corridor lights cast a cool, even glow across the polished floor. Students moved past us in both directions—laughter, the scuff of shoes, the faint scent of someone’s perfume trailing behind them—but none of it seemed to touch the small pocket of quiet that had formed around him.I had never been to the garden he mentioned. I did not even know there was one worth walking to. The idea of leaving the familiar routes between lecture halls and laboratories sent a low pulse of unease through me.Thoughts arrived in rapid, disordered succession. Seraphine. This could be her. A quiet form of revenge for the refusal at the pa
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Chapter: VerificationChapter 35: Julian's pov Two weeks had passed since the file landed on my laptop, and my interest in Elias Voss had only sharpened.The name itself had been the first hook. The rest of the information—transfer records, limited digital footprint, the quiet way he moved through Caldrith Crown without leaving easy traces—had done the rest. I had not approached him immediately. Information from the black market required verification. Faces could be altered. Histories could be fabricated. I had spent the intervening days confirming every detail through secondary channels until I was satisfied the file was clean. Only then did I decide to close the distance.Caldrith Crown had never been closed to me. I was a senior. More importantly, my father’s money had helped raise half the newer buildings on campus—the glass libraries, the expanded laboratory wings, the east-side housing blocks that the children of senators and syndicate heirs preferred. Doors opened. Access was assumed. I walked the
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Chapter: Two MonthsChapter 34: Elias POV Caldrith in late autumn carried a constant low thrum. The air held a sharp, metallic edge that came off the river and the glass towers. Traffic moved in dense, impatient streams. Somewhere distant a train horn cut through the morning haze. The university itself never fully quieted—footsteps on polished stone, the hiss of automatic doors, the overlapping voices of students who treated every corridor like a stage. Lectures began on the hour with the same dry precision: projectors humming to life, laptops opening in near-unison, professors speaking in measured tones that assumed everyone in the room already wanted to be excellent.Two months since I had arrived. Two weeks since the freshman party.Time had collapsed into routine. Classes. Laboratory hours. The slow, deliberate work of networking concepts and system logic. Nights spent in front of the laptop until my eyes burned. And always, at the end of the day, the call to Cassian’s number. The line still rang i
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Chapter: IrregularitiesChapter 33: Lucian's pov The southern part of the state sat quieter than Caldrith’s restless centre. My apartment occupied the top floor of a glass-and-steel building that looked out over the river and the distant lights of the industrial district. The interior was deliberate: dark wood, low lighting, floor-to-ceiling windows that turned the night into a private view. No unnecessary objects. No noise that I had not chosen.I sat at the long desk with the financial reports of my father’s legitimate holdings spread across two monitors. Numbers had always been clean for me. Patterns revealed themselves if you looked long enough. Tonight the patterns were wrong. Small discrepancies at first—rounding errors that did not round, transfer delays that served no operational purpose, amounts that vanished into secondary accounts and never fully returned. Someone was bleeding the company in careful increments.I isolated the accounts. One name rose to the surface more than once. A senior accoun
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Vow of the Fallen Star
Vow of the Fallen Star
In her first life, she was a fool. In this one, she’s a weapon.
Evelyn Kingston had it all: a powerful husband who would have loved her, a beautiful son who needed her, and a genius-level intellect she threw away to please a snake. Blinded by the smooth words of her lover, Marcus, and the fake smiles of her best friend, Sarah, Evelyn committed the ultimate betrayal. She stole her husband’s corporate secrets, destroyed his legacy, and neglected her son—only to be murdered by the very people she sacrificed everything for.
But death wasn't the end.
Waking up on the morning of the betrayal that started it all, Evelyn realizes she has been given a second chance. This time, she isn't the fragile socialite they remember. Using her hidden mastery of code and a heart hardened by the grave, she sets out to rewrite her future.
She will heal the scars she left on her son’s heart. She will earn the trust of the husband she once despised. And for Marcus and Sarah? She has a special kind of digital hell waiting for them.
The "Ice Queen" is back, and she’s playing for keeps.
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Chapter: The Weight of Innocent HandsChapter 19: Mr. Charles did not stay behind in his office.The heavy oak doors slammed shut, but his desperate, echoing footsteps quickly caught up to me before I even reached the main lobby. As Leo and I walked down the sweeping, sunlit stone walkway toward the parking lot, the principal of St. Jude’s Preparatory trailed a half-step behind us like a ghost. The authoritative posture he had worn on the playground was entirely gone. His tie was completely crooked, his chest heaving under his sweat-stained shirt, and a wild, naked terror clawed at the edges of his eyes."Mrs. Kingston, please, I am imploring you," he whispered frantically, his hands trembling as he gestured blindly toward the sprawling brick campus around us. He looked smaller now, his shoulders hunched in absolute humbleness as he walked with his head slightly bowed. "A scandal of this magnitude... it will destroy my father. It will dismantle everything three generations of my family have built for this institutio
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Chapter: The Collapse of the Ivory TowerChapter 18: A heavy, suffocating sweat broke out along Mr. Charles’s hairline, the dampness glistening against his pale forehead under the sharp glare of the morning sun. The color drained from his skin with terrifying speed, leaving him a sickly, hollow shade of gray as his eyes darted frantically from the green stuffed dinosaur in my hand to the gathering crowd of whispering parents. I watched the violent, conflicting emotions playing out across his features like a sequence of fractures—the sudden twitch of his jaw, the erratic bobbing of his throat, the way his fingers curled into tight, trembling fists inside his charcoal trousers pockets. He looked like a man standing on the edge of a crumbling cliff, desperately searching for a foothold that simply wasn't there.He was on the verge of backing down. I could see the exact moment his spineless resolve shattered under the weight of my threat.I knew his family's history inside out. The Charles name was practically etched into the
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Chapter: Redefining the BoardChapter 17: A sudden, agonizing wave of regret crashed into my chest, nearly dropping me to my knees right there on the paved asphalt. Standing on that playground, looking at the tear-stained face of my four-year-old son, the ugly, unvarnished truth laid itself bare before me. This entire predicament was my fault. In my past life, I had been so utterly consumed by Marcus’s manufactured romantic tragedies and my own petty vanity that I had completely neglected the one person who needed me most. I had allowed these vicious, entitled jackals to look down on Leo because they knew his mother was a detached ghost who didn't care enough to show up. I had built the very cage my son was currently trapped in, and the sheer guilt of it burned in my throat like pure acid.But I wasn't that woman anymore. I was a lioness who had crawled out of the ashes of her own destruction, and I was going to tear this cage down right in front of their eyes.I pulled myself up to my full height, smoothing
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Chapter: The Court of FoolsChapter 16: "What on earth is going on out here?"The authoritative boom of a male voice cut through the chaotic din of the playground. I turned my head to see the principal of the academy, Mr. Charles, rushing down the paved walkway with immense speed. His tailored charcoal suit jacket flapped against his frame as he hurried toward the climbing structure, drawn by the escalating noise and the small crowd of teachers and parents that was gradually forming around us.Julian’s mother didn't even give him a chance to assess the scene. She immediately lunged into his path, her face contorting into an Oscar-worthy display of maternal distress."Mr. Charles! Thank goodness you’re here!" she wailed, gesturing frantically toward her sniffling son. "This... this lunatic of a woman just marched onto our campus and physically assaulted our boys! She dragged Julian by his jacket and threw him onto the ground! It was entirely unprovoked!"The second mother nodded vigorously, stepping up to fl
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Chapter: The Lioness AwakensChapter 15: The paved walkway blurred beneath my feet as I lunged across the playground. Every instinct in my body screamed, a primal, defensive rage roaring to life within me. Leo was still pinned against the metal beam, tears glossing his big, innocent eyes as the larger boy yanked hard at his school collar.I didn't call for a teacher. I didn't wait for permission.Reaching the structure, I grabbed the bully by the back of his crisp uniform jacket and forcefully dragged him off my son. The sudden, violent jerk threw the older boy completely off balance, causing him to stumble back onto the rubber mulch."Don't you ever lay a hand on my son again," I hissed, my voice dropping into a lethal, quiet register that vibrated with absolute authority.Leo let out a soft, trembling sob, the unshed tears finally spilling over his flushed cheeks. I immediately dropped to one knee, wrapping my arm securely around his shaking shoulders and pulling him against my side. He buried his wet fac
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Chapter: The Echo of a Counter-StrikeChapter 14: Evenlyn's pov The rigid tension in Caleb’s broad shoulders snapped. The fierce warden vanished, replaced instantly by a father whose heart had just been pierced by his own son. He dropped to his knees right there on the polished marble floor, bringing himself down to Leo’s eye level."Hey, buddy," Caleb said, his voice instantly dropping its lethal edge, melting into a deep, soothing warmth I hadn’t heard in years. He reached out slowly, his large hands gently folding over Leo's outstretched arms, lowering them with infinite care. "Look at me, Leo. I'm not angry at your mommy. I promise."Leo’s small chest heaved, his protective stance wavering. "Promise?""I promise," Caleb murmured, a rare, vulnerable softness passing over his rugged features. He pulled Leo into his chest, burying his face in the boy’s neck. "I love you, big guy. So much." He pressed a firm, lingering kiss into Leo's hair, holding him for a long beat before slowly stepping back.He stood up, his
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