BLEEDING LOYALTY
Magnus "Mieszko" Kaczmarek is the terrifying boss of the Polish syndicate, a man who rules the underworld with an unyielding iron fist and cold precision. When a catastrophic paper trail lands his brother in a maximum-security federal facility, Magnus hunts down the brilliant architect of his downfall: Jarlath "Jarosława" Sobieska.
Kidnapped from her high-security office in downtown Warsaw and dragged to a brutal, isolated fortress in the Kampinos Forest, Jarosława expects a swift, agonizing execution. Instead, she finds herself locked in a high stakes psychological war with a monster who demands her intellect as much as her submission. But when an elite assassination squad breaches their supposedly impenetrable sanctuary, Jarosława saves Magnus’s life using split-second tactical mathematics.
Thrust into a dangerous alliance to hunt down the syndicate's mole, Magnus’s lethal instinct to punish her dissolves into a suffocating, obsessive madness. He never expected to fall for his captive, and he certainly never expected the rot to be rooted in the one person he trusted with his life.
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Chapter: Chapter 38_Confrontation of SecretsJarosławaThe air in the subterranean chamber froze, thick with the heavy stench of old iron, damp dirt, and the bitter copper of Magnus’s blood dripping onto the floorboards.In the doorway, my father stood bathed in the stark, blinding glare of the halogen work lights, his heavy wool overcoat draped neatly over his shoulders. The silver handle of his walking stick caught the light, gleaming like a polished tooth. He looked clean. Impeccably, terrifyingly preserved, as if he hadn't just walked through a collapse that should have crushed him to dust."You always had your mother’s stubbornness, Jarosława," he said, his voice smooth, echoing with a quiet, paternal warmth that made my stomach turn into a tight, sickening knot. "Searching for truth in places where only bodies are buried."I didn't answer him. I couldn't.My eyes snapped back to Magnus.He hadn't turned toward my father. He hadn't even flinched when the blast door slammed open. He stood towering over me, his bare che
Last Updated: 2026-10-24
Chapter: Chapter 37_The Ghost in the MachineJarosławaThe blast door opened with a loud, painful screech that echoed through the underground room. Bits of rust and old cement fell onto my hair and the screen of the computer resting on my knees.Magnus moved quickly beside me, despite his injuries and the blood covering his body. He was shirtless, and he raised his gun toward the dark corridor. Then he stepped in front of me, putting himself between me and whoever was coming. His large body blocked the red light from the computer, leaving us in the dim, flashing glow."Don't move," he warned in a low, rough voice. "Stay behind the pillar.”My hands froze above the keyboard. I struggled to breathe, taking short, shaky breaths. The air smelled of blood and wet stone. I stared at the white words flashing on the screen, but they started to blur before my eyes. I tried to read them, but my mind couldn't make sense of what I was seeing. I didn't want to believe it.PROXY UPLINK ESTABLISHED. TRACE COMPLETE. TARGET ACQUIRED."Jarosław
Last Updated: 2026-10-18
Chapter: Chapter 36_Decoding the Ghost FilesJarosławaThe screen of the old military device gave off a bright, pale light that lit up the wet stone walls of the broken tunnel. It was the only light left.My fingers hovered over the heavy mechanical keys, trembling so violently that my knuckles ached, but I couldn't bring myself to press down. I was staring at the blinking command prompt, but I wasn't seeing the code. I was looking at the tunnel. I was seeing the tailored wool coat, the silver-handled walking stick, and the polite, hollow smile of a man I had buried six years ago.Father.The word felt like ash on my tongue. I had spent my entire adult life worshipping the ghost of a martyr. I had dedicated every sleepless night, every dangerous decryption job, every scraped line of restricted data to honoring the man who I believed had died trying to expose the corruption of Unit 9. I had stood in the freezing rain at the Powązki Cemetery, staring at an empty casket, weeping for a hero.He wasn't a hero. He was the architec
Last Updated: 2026-10-14
Chapter: chapter 35_The Electric DivideMagnusThe sound of the shotgun shell made me alert. I had heard that sound many times in dangerous places, but inside the small, freezing cabin, it was so loud that it made my heart jump.The moment the hammer fell, everything seemed to stop. Jarosława’s eyes grew wide with fear as the weak light from the fireplace fell across her face. Her lower lip shook, and she struggled to catch her breath. She opened her mouth, either to scream or call my name.I didn’t let her.I lunged forward, my bare shoulder slamming against her chest as I wrapped one arm around her waist, sweeping her off her feet, and hauled her down behind the massive granite flank of the stone fireplace just as the front door disintegrated in a shower of splintered oak and iron nails.The blast was deafening. The roar of a 12-gauge slug tore through the heavy timber framing, spraying dry wood powder, plaster, and shattered glass across the central hall. A second shot followed instantly, the flash of the muzzle illumi
Last Updated: 2026-10-09
Chapter: Chapter 34_Reworking the WoundsJarosławaThe air in the dark back room of the chalet smelled strongly of fresh blood and burnt wool.The spotlights outside had swept past the window minutes ago, moving off toward the eastern ravine like white searchlights cutting through the driving snow. But the silence they left behind wasn't safe; it was a ticking clock.In the center of the room, lit only by the low, dying embers of the hearth in the adjacent hall, stood Magnus.He didn't make a sound, but his breathing was shallow, hard, and uneven. He unbuckled the heavy steel clasps of his tactical vest, his large hands working with practiced precision despite the tremor in his fingers. When the vest dropped to the floorboards with a heavy, metallic thud, he pulled his black thermal shirt up over his head and tossed it aside.I stopped breathing.His back was turned to me, broad and mapped in absolute violence. Across his shoulders and running down his spine was an intricate, terrifying geography of old scars pale, jagg
Last Updated: 2026-10-07
Chapter: Chapter 33_Shivering ProximityJarosławaThe cold in the Tatras was more than just cold on your skin. It got into your fingers and joints, making your whole body ache. Even breathing hurt, like the cold air was cutting your throat.I sat close together on a rough wooden bench inside the empty chalet, with my knees pulled close to my chest. My jaw hurt from keeping my teeth together, but I couldn't stop shaking. My whole body kept trembling from the cold. Every time I breathed out, a thick white cloud appeared in the cold airAcross the room, Magnus stood near the window. The only light came from the weak, cold light shining through the frost-covered glass.He didn't look frozen. He looked like he had been forged out of the same brutal granite as the mountains outside. He moved with a heavy, terrifying efficiency, kneeling before the old stone hearth on the far wall. His broad shoulders stretched the dark fabric of his tactical coat as he shaved dry pine kindling from a log using a combat knife that looked long eno
Last Updated: 2026-10-06
THE PRINCESS THEY RAISED AS A PRINCE
For twenty-one years, the kingdom believed Prince Kael was a ruthless male heir destined to rule.
They were wrong.
Beneath the royal suits and deadly training is Tarni-Kaelen, a hidden princess forced to live as a prince to prevent a civil war. She was raised to hide her feelings, never show weakness, and trust no one.
But at Apex Academy, her secret begins to crack when her scent-suppressing elixirs fail, attracting three dangerous men a war general, a powerful spymaster, and a feared frontier enforcer.
When her true identity is exposed during the Blood Moon Trial, Tarni expects death. Instead, the three men protect her but soon she discovers that the greatest threat to her life comes from the very person who made her a prince.
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Chapter: Chapter 16_Echoes of the PastTarni The descent into the third sub-level of the archives felt like climbing down the throat of a dead beast. There were no torches burning this deep beneath the academy. The air down here was utterly stagnant, heavy with the suffocating stench of dry rot, crumbling leather, and the sour metallic tang of ancient dust. I moved with agonizing slowness, my gloved hand dragging along the damp, moss-slicked stone of the spiral wall to keep my balance in the pitch black. Every step I took was a calculated risk. The leather soles of my boots were wrapped in torn strips of wool to muffle my footsteps, but in the crushing silence of the underground, even my own heartbeat sounded like a war drum echoing off the low vaulted ceilings. In my right pocket, the heavy iron key Locke had slipped me earlier burned like a hot coal against my thigh. I didn't trust him. Giving me this key was a treasonous offense, a direct violation of the High Inquisitor’s lockdown. If I was caught down he
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Chapter: Chapter 15_Scars and SmirksThe smell of dried blood, rusted iron, and stale sweat hung thick in the narrow armory alcove, so heavy it coated the back of my throat like grease. I sat on the edge of a splintered wooden bench, my head bowed, staring at the small pool of crimson forming between my leather boots. My right sleeve was ripped open from the shoulder down to the forearm, the dark, coarse wool shredded where the dull edge of an iron broadsword had caught me during the final drill. It wasn't a fatal wound. It wasn't even a deep one. But the skin was torn, revealing a clean, four-inch line of raw flesh that throbbed with a rhythmic, sickening heat every time my heart gave a heavy thud. "Hold still, pup," Banjo growled from above me. He didn't wait for my permission. His large, calloused hand clamped around my upper arm like a bronze clamp, squeezing just hard enough to make the bruised muscle underneath scream. He shoved me back against the cold stone wall, pinning my shoulder so firmly that I co
Last Updated: 2026-10-19
Chapter: Chapter 14_The Archive KeyTarni Dust floated slowly through the Great Lecture Hall, glowing in the slanted sunlight coming through the windows. The air was still, and the dust hung there like it had nowhere else to Up on the raised dais, Master Corvus was droning on about the tactical logistics of the Third Border Skirmish, his dry, cracking voice rising and falling with the agonizing monotony of a dripping faucet. Around me, sixty male cadets sat hunched over long oak benches, the heavy wool of their official academy tunics smelling faintly of damp horse blanket and ink. Some scratched notes onto parchment with spluttering quills. Others stared blankly out the high arched windows toward the grey, unforgiving peaks of the ridge. I sat in the fourth row, my posture straight enough to crack a rib, my fingers curled tightly around the shaft of my goose-feather quill. Every single morning in this hall was a slow execution. Sitting in a crowded room with sixty men, forced into close quarters where a su
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Chapter: Chapter 13_Fractured MirrorTarniThe heavy iron bolt slid into the brass strike plate with a definitive, echoing , I leaned my entire weight against the thick mahogany door, pressing my forehead against the cool, dark wood.My lungs dragged in the steam-heavy air of General Vance’s private washroom in jagged, trembling gasps.For the first time in four hours, I was entirely alone. There were no calculating eyes tracking my movements. There were no drunken lords spilling wine across my boots. There was only the low, steady crackle of the hearth fire in the adjacent bedchamber and the rhythmic drip of hot water from the copper pipes feeding the massive, claw-footed bathing tub.I pushed myself away from the door, my legs feeling like they were made of hollowed-out lead. The front of my leather doublet was still cold and heavy, clinging to my chest where Lord Gerald’s southern wine had soaked straight through to the linen underneath. The sweet, fermented smell of the dark grapes turned my stomach, mingling wit
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Chapter: Chapter 12_The General's RebukeTarni The Great Hall of the Northern Citadel smelled of roasted meat, spilled drinks, and the strong perfume of dozens of nobles trying to cover up the smell of the cold mountain air. I hated every square foot of it. I stood two paces behind the High Table, my hand resting stiffly on the pommel of my longsword, my shoulders locked in the broad, rigid posture I had spent months perfecting. To the lords sipping plum wine beneath the grand silk banners, I was Lord Kael Vane, a quiet, brooding young officer who knew his place at the edges of the high court. I wasn't a person to them. I was armor, velvet, and a noble surname. That suited me just fine. The less they looked at me, the less chance someone had of noticing that my throat lacked an Adam's apple, or that the leather doublets I wore were cut to hide the heavy cloth binding flattening my chest. To my left sat General Vance. He hadn't touched his roast, nor had he touched the heavy crystal goblet of dark mountain wi
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Chapter: chapter 11_Whispers in the MistTarni The quiet inside my chambers wasn't the peaceful kind. It felt dense and heavy, like the stillness in the air right before a thunderstorm breaks across the valley.I paused with my hand resting flat against the thick oak door, the key still jammed sideways in the iron lock. My lungs burned with the thin, crisp air of the upper tower, but I held my breath, straining to hear over the steady thud of my own heart against my ribs.Nothing. No creak of floorboards. No rustle of heavy drapery. Just the distant, hollow whistle of the mountain wind snaking through the high stone battlements outside.Slowly, I eased the door inward. The iron hinges gave a faint, raspy groan that made the skin on the back of my neck prickle.On the surface, everything looked as I had left it when the morning bells rang for tactical drills. The narrow iron bed was tucked neatly into the far corner under the high arching window, its coarse wool blanket pulled taut. The washbasin sat silent on its pine
Last Updated: 2026-10-06
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