Chapter: 0060It’s my fault… all of it. I blame myself for dragging Isla into my shit. It’s been two days since I got my hands on her phone… two fucking days, and as I stare at it inside the transparent nylon bag on the table in the investigator’s office, I can’t help the feeling of dread creeping into me. With all the money and power I possess, I couldn’t do anything for a full day because of the stupid law that says you have to wait twenty-four hours before filing a missing person report. Even after I showed them her damn broken phone. “Mr. Blackwood, I’ll suggest you sit this one out. Joseph Matin Muir will be on his way. Besides, I heard you have your own problems to deal with.” Ah yes, I do. I mean, when don’t I ever have a problem? From the moment I was born into this family, I’ve always had problems. A twisted father who never got satisfaction from anything I did. Who never even saw me as worthy of getting my own inheritance. A sick, twisted wife who fucked around. With a quick exhal
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Chapter: 0059TWO MONTHS AGO ALEXANDER’S POV I stare blankly at my phone screen as I clench the cigar in my hand. I don’t even know how long it’s been. Minutes? Hours? I’m a complete mess. Why did I ask her to come? I should’ve gone to pick her up myself. But she insisted on coming alone. And now I feel like the biggest fool after what happened last night. I wasn’t gentle enough… and God, she still thinks she’s a virgin. The thought makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Just how badly did she lose herself? “Sir? The conference is about to start.” “Cancel it.” I don’t bother looking at Mario. I flip through the files on my desk, but he’s still standing there, stiff and waiting. “Sir—It’s the Matin Muir, and you said—” “I know what I said, Mario. I won’t be attending.” I turn my gaze back to the view. The weight of the day presses on me. My name’s all over the internet for the worst reasons, thanks to Theodore. I cut my gaze toward my father’s massive portrait hanging on t
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Chapter: 0058: The Final ThreadI’ve always known I had the terrible habit of sticking my nose where it didn’t belong, even when the warning bells were screaming DON’T DO IT. But it’s the fear of being left in the dark that terrifies me the most. The feeling that if I don’t know what’s going on, I’m being blindly led into a slaughter zone. Even now, as I walk hand-in-hand with Alex. He says nothing, but his lips curve into a heartwarming smile as he lifts me off the ground. My head turns automatically, trying to take in the surroundings. A hospital? The bright, sterile ceiling glows above, and the sharp scent of medicine burns my nostrils as I realize I’m being carried toward a bed. Confusion claws at my chest. What’s going on? I glance up at his face. His lips are moving like he’s trying to speak, or maybe he already is—I can’t tell. The softness of the sheets cushions my back as he gently lowers me onto the bed. But the moment my body sinks into it, a sharp sting radiates from my pelvis, burning hot and
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Chapter: 0057“So you’re saying—” “He got me pregnant…” So that’s why she’s so jealous? To the extent of harming Beatrice? Because he chose her instead of her? “I don’t believe anything you say about Beatrice. I want to go back…” She flinches suddenly, and I pause, watching her remove her hands from the railing. She drops them to her sides with a sigh, and I catch the slight drip of blood. “These darn railings… you never know when you might just get scratched by the rusted parts,” she laughs softly, rubbing the bleeding wound with the scarf wrapped around her neck. I eye her warily as another gust of wind blows, scattering her hair to the side. “Don’t look at me like—” The sound of footsteps behind me cuts her off. Her gaze shifts to Jake, standing just behind the lounge chair I’m currently occupying. How is he so fast? “Sorry for interrupting your little sister bonding,” he says, directing his words at Celeste, “but we have some serious issues.” I spare a glance at the blonde w
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Chapter: 0056“You’re up early.” “And I should’ve drugged you so you’d still be asleep while I handle my business,” Jake mutters, clearly annoyed as he walks slowly to the edge of my bed. I woke early, even without knowing if it’s morning or not. I had to act fast. The keys are hidden now, tucked away somewhere he won’t easily find. And I’m almost certain that’s exactly what he’s looking for. I keep my expression neutral, feigning the grogginess of someone who just woke up as i dart my gaze to the red dot flashing slightly from the perched camera close to the couch by the walls as i remember shifting it in the middle of the night to face the wall while i stash the keys in the wooden lines on the ceiling. “We’re on the lower deck,” I say, more a statement than a question. He glances at me briefly before shifting his attention back to the couch. Shit. Does he think he dropped the keys under there? “Yes, I believe we are. If you’re planning to throw yourself into the ocean, I suggest you w
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Chapter: 0055“For the love of all things stressful, can you stop trying to jump off the ship? You’re being unreasonable, and I might as well beat the stubbornness out of you if you keep acting this way.” I watch with dazed eyes as Jake carries me back inside the ship, through that cursed all-white hallway that makes me feel like I’ve been admitted to a mental asylum. It doesn’t help that I’m also dressed in a flimsy white gown—the exact kind patients wear in those places. I wasn’t contemplating suicide or anything. The windowless rooms were just making me sick, and I needed fresh air. So I walked out of the room I’ve been confined in for… days? To my surprise, the door wasn’t locked. Jake wasn’t even guarding it. My legs have healed enough, so I did what I could. I ran. I don’t know why, I just… did. Out into the open, into the inky blackness that is the sea. The sight alone makes me want to throw up the pathetic dinner they gave me—apples, as usual. The ship is massive, now that I thin
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Chapter: LOVE THE DRUMS“I think you should leave him,” Lana said, grabbing Damian’s hand, her fingers curling tightly around his wrist as if trying to anchor him before he could explode again. But it was too late. The chaos from earlier still clung to them like smoke. What was meant to be a simple movie night had turned into a mess—a disaster, really. They had barely settled into their seats at the cinema, trying to enjoy Love the Drum by Doones, when the situation spiraled. Lana had just reached for her popcorn when an overly bold stranger leaned in too close, his fingers brushing hers under the guise of accidental contact. She hadn’t even fully processed what happened when Damian stood, cold rage flashing in his eyes. The next thing she saw was his fist connecting with the guy’s jaw, hard and merciless. People had gasped, security rushed in, and the entire moment collapsed into chaos. Now, they were seated in a dim booth at Iraq Pacts, the low hum of conversations and clinking glasses offering som
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Chapter: THE RESCUE “You better hurry,” he said with a smirk, his gaze dragging over me in that arrogant way that made my skin prickle. I bit my tongue, swallowing the sharp retort on the tip of my tongue. Instead, I folded my arms and lifted a brow. “Oh well, I can’t dress up with you watching me.” Damian leaned against the doorframe, completely unfazed. “Okay then. I guess we’ll be here all night, because I have no plans of turning around or going to the sitting room. It’s boring there. I’d rather stay here.” I sucked in a slow breath, realizing he was dead serious. He really wasn’t going anywhere. He wanted me to— “It’s not like I haven’t seen it before.” His voice was smooth, teasing, laced with something that made my pulse tick faster. I narrowed my eyes. “Oh, so that’s what this is about?” He shrugged, that damned smirk never leaving his face. “Oh yeah.” For some stupid reason, maybe frustration, maybe defiance, I let out a quiet breath and let the towel in my hand drop. I barely re
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Chapter: A RIDE WITH THE DEVIL Lana forced herself to breathe as she settled back into her chair, her fingers curling slightly against the smooth surface of her desk. Damian’s words still echoed in her mind—We have a long day ahead of us. He had said it with that usual commanding tone, the one that left no room for arguments. And she hadn’t argued. Instead, she had done the only thing she could—walked out of his office, shut the door behind her, and returned to her assistant’s desk, as if nothing had just happened between them. But now, alone with her thoughts, the problem remained. I can’t take him to Trisha’s place. That’s impossible. A frustrated sigh escaped her lips. There was no way she could let Damian meet Trisha—not when Trisha knew her secret, not when she was the only one who had helped her weave the web of lies she now lived in. He couldn’t meet Trisha, not now, not ever. But then there was Zito Whitehawk The name sent a shiver through her as she leaned back in her chair, staring blankly at her l
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Chapter: “WE HAVE A LONG DAY AHEAD”-DAMIANThe air was thick, charged with something dangerous, something exhilarating. Damian’s lips were on hers, his grip firm yet intoxicating. The world outside his office didn’t exist, only the heat, the tension, the way his body pressed into hers. Her fingers curled around the back of his neck, pulling him closer, hungry, lost. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. She was supposed to leave, to put distance between them. But here she was, melting under his touch, tilting her head back as his lips traveled down the column of her throat. A sharp voice from outside the office snapped reality back into place. “I own this place too, you know! You have no idea who I am, i will have you fired so move.”“Ma’am the boss wasn’t expecting you”A small voice pleaded from outside. Lana’s stomach dropped. Someone was coming. The door flung open just as Damian straightened, his expression a mix of irritation and forced composure. Lana, still breathless, tried to push past the mortifying reality o
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Chapter: BREATHLESS SURRENDER “Please… let me go.” Adrian’s voice was hoarse, raw from months of pleading. His throat burned, his lips cracked and dry. The damp air of the room clung to his skin, thick with the stench of urine, blood, and something rotting. A shadow moved before him. He couldn’t see it—his eyes were covered—but he felt its presence, looming, suffocating. A sharp click. The unmistakable sound of a camera shutter. “No, no, no—what are you doing?” Adrian thrashed against the restraints, the metal biting deeper into his skin. His wrists were torn, his ankles swollen. He tried to jerk away, but the rough sack over his head scratched against his bruised face, suffocating him further. A deep, amused chuckle filled the room. “I’m not the one you should beg,” the man said. Adrian’s chest tightened. The voice was cold, detached, yet oddly entertained. “Is it Lilith?” His voice cracked. “You people have taken everything from me.” “Not everything.” The words sent a chill through him. He cle
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Chapter: FLASHBACKS The air was thick with the stench of damp stone and decay. Adrian Sinclair lay on the cold concrete floor, his wrists raw from the tight metal cuffs that bound him. The dim light flickered overhead, barely illuminating the cramped space he had been thrown into. His head ached, his body stiff from weeks—months?—of confinement. He had lost track of time. The only sounds were the distant dripping of water and the occasional shuffle of footsteps beyond the iron door. The place smelled of mold, of unwashed bodies, of something metallic—blood, maybe. His own, or someone else’s, he wasn’t sure. He exhaled sharply, shifting slightly. Pain lanced through his ribs. Probably bruised, if not broken. A reminder of the last time they had come for him. They never spoke much, his captors. Only orders, only demands. “Eat.” “Stay still.” “Talk.” But Adrian had learned long ago that silence was his greatest weapon. If they wanted him to break, they would have to work harder. A scrape echoed th
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Chapter: CHAPTER 013: HUNTERS~~RAFAELE~~ “We could go to war for this,” Matteo says from across the table in my downtown Sicily warehouse—his words stirring low, furious murmurs from my men. They’re all gathered behind me by the table, faces tight, angry. Before we could get to her, the bitch had already fled Sicily with my bastard brother. We had to shield ourselves in my warehouse as we discussed the way forward. “What about the bodies of the compelled? Have they been cleared?” I ask absently, my gaze fixed on the photos scattered across the table despite the noise rising around me. Photos of my men—slaughtered in Russia while trying to disburse gold. Hunters had gotten to them first. “Yes, sir. We made the calls. The bodies have been removed from the road like you ordered. We’ll make sure the families of the deceased are compensated generously,” says Rudra, a stout Indian man who recently joined my sire’s circle. I nod in agreement. It was the right thing to do. Those people were innocent Sicilian cit
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Chapter: CHAPTER 012: LA CORONA DE SANGUE~~AURELIA~~ I jolt awake, screaming, clutching my chest. My eyes dart wildly around the room. Sunlight streaming through the curtain i left open the night before. “It’s just a dream… it’s just a dream…” I murmur it again and again, sweat trickling down my spine, beading on my forehead. I gasp through my teeth—shaking, panicking. It felt too real. I still see the fangs of that monster It’s cold fingers on my skin. Glancing around the black bed, i notice everything is the way it was before i slept off. Which would mean, no one entered this room while I was asleep which explains why the curtains are still drawn. The curtains are never open when I wake up. Rafaele’s voice still echoed in my head—cold, unrelenting. It probably shouldn’t surprise me, given that he’s a monster and all… but it still does. And i hate not knowing what’s going to happen next. I so badly want to run away from here now more than ever. But i can’t even imagine what I’ll have to endure for i
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Chapter: CHAPTER 011: MATE II ~~RAFAELE~~ The last thing I needed was Gaetano’s mocking presence in my house. I had other things to deal with—like getting into Aurelia’s head and seeing exactly what she saw tonight… and the night before. I needed to know my grounds with Petra. “It was an attack, Papa. And I’m certain it came from La Estirpe Carmesí—because your son was involved.” Beside me, Aurelia’s shoulder stiffens, barely noticeable. But I feel it. And I fight the urge to sink my teeth into something. Once again, Romano comes to play hero and there’s no doubt she thinks he’s a good person. “That can’t be right,” my father says, sinking his fists into the pocket of his jeans. “Estela only arrived in Sicily a few days ago. She wouldn’t be stupid enough to launch an attack against us. Last I heard, she even checked in at my hotel in Taormina.” Good. That gives me a head start. I could wring that horny bitch’s neck with a snap of my fingers. She’s dead wrong if she thinks I’ll let her leave th
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Chapter: CHAPTER 010: SANGUINIS LEX~~ROMANO~~ I am the disowned heir of La Corona De sangue. An abomination, so they say. At Taormina’s Palazzo della Maree, my father’s hotel, I step into the dim suite of Madame Estela. The velvet curtains swallow the moonlight, casting the suite in black hush. The scent of spiced blood and sex clings to the air as I brush my long tresses back, shredding the last trace of my wolf form and the smell of Aurelia off my skin. Seeing her this evening had broken me completely. It doesn’t help that she’s Rafaele’s pet and I can’t do anything about it. This wasn’t how I’d imagined it to be… it seems that, as always, Rafaele would be one step ahead of me for being the perfect son. Madame Estela doesn’t rise from the queen-sized bed when I enter. She simply parts her legs like the horny bitch she is. Her golden silk bra slipping down to expose the curve of her breast. Her voice is a breathy moan. “Mi terco hombre lobo.” She crooks a finger, commanding me to kneel at her feet. Her
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Chapter: CHAPTER 009: CURSED~~AURELIA~~ The sound of the gunshot echoes off the room, but it’s immediately drowned out by the pounding in my ears. I slam into the marble wall, sliding down hard, my spine screaming in protest as I hit the floor. I hadn’t even thought about the consequences of pulling that trigger. I just shot him. I shot that monster. And now— Shit. His men definitely heard that noise. My back throbs and my head hurts but I force my eyes open, blinking past the vertigo to see his— “Need a hand, Piccolo?” My head snaps toward the voice—and there he is. Crouching beside me with an amused look on his face completely unfazed. A bullet hole dead center in his silk shirt… but no blood. What the actual— “Rule number one…” he mutters, catching me by the waist and yanking me to my feet. His metallic smell invading my nostrils making my legs wobble as I stare up into those stormy blue eyes. “Never raise a gun at a vampire. And don’t even bother pulling the trigger.” He plucks t
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Chapter: CHAPTER 008: ELIXAR ~~RAFAELE~~ “What do you say, Don Rafaele?” I glance at the cunning red-haired beauty purring before me—Estela, head of the La Estirpe Carmesí Mafia ring in Texas. She had just come to Sicily, just in time for me to question her. Her golden breast spills from the edge of an impossibly tight black dress as a silent offering. “My sire’s confirmed that it was your men’s ashes spread all over my estate, Madame, and I want to know why.” She frowns… then leans back in the chair like it’s her throne, draping her long, pointed heels across my desk. Without a word, she parts her thighs, exposing black lingerie soaked through. A slick gleam catches the low office light as she slides two crimson-tipped fingers between her folds, circling her clit with a slow rhythm. “You’re no fun, Rafaele,” she purrs. Her breath hitches as her fingers sink deeper. “You refused our alliance, so I sent my men.” She moans as if the thought arouses her. Her free hand cups a breast, squeezing it
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