HE BROKE ME; THEN HE OWNED ME
He destroyed her life in a heartbeat.
Now he wants her heart to beat for him.
On her wedding day, Elena Robertson wore red for love. It ended in blood.
Her parents, slaughtered before her eyes. Her fiancé, gunned down with a smile on his lips.
Her freedom, stolen by the man who thought she was someone else.
Thorne Del Roi.
The Mafia King feared across continents. Cold. Merciless. Godless. He took everything from her to avenge a crime she never committed.
He broke her, used her, poisoned her soul with vengeance.
But truth cuts deeper than any blade.
Now, the devil who destroyed her is the only one who can’t stop craving her.
Not for her body, but for the heart he never meant to feel beating in his chest.
And Elena? She wants to hate him. She should hate him. But what do you do when your enemy becomes the air you breathe?
He’s power. She’s fury.
He’s fire. She’s the match.
And when love ignites between them, it won’t just burn, it will explode.
So much twist you can't imagine. Dive and enjoy the ride.
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Chapter: The Paradox Of Craving What Destroys YouThorneShe was awake.I watched her from across the room, the way she refused to meet my eyes like my stare might burn through her skin. Maybe it would.I cleared my throat. “You’re quiet.”No response.The heart monitor beeped steadily. Too steadily. Like it was mocking me for caring whether it kept beating or not.I moved closer, slow, careful, like I was approaching a wounded predator. “Say something.”Her eyes shifted, finally, locking onto mine and they weren’t just angry. They were empty.Like I didn’t exist anymore. Like she’d already buried me somewhere in her mind and was just waiting for the body to follow.“You shouldn’t be here,” she whispered.I pulled a chair beside her bed and sat. “But I am.”“You ruined everything.”I leaned in, my voice a growl. “I know. You think I sleep? You think I don’t see your face every night, wondering how the hell I became
Last Updated: 2025-06-13
Chapter: Reid Is BackReidMysterious.The woman at the cafe narrowed her eyes at me, suspicion creeping into every line on her face.“Never heard of her,” she said, wiping her hands on her apron. “You said… Agent Zoey?”I gave a slow nod.“Not that tall. Blue eyes. Cold smile. Might go by another name now.”She looked nervous.That was the fifth one today.Same questions. Same flicker of recognition behind their lies.I wasn’t chasing a ghost.I was chasing a truth that someone had gone to great lengths to bury. I have to admit she did a great job hiding.“Thanks,” I murmured, leaving a few bills on the counter before stepping back into the wind.It hit hard. Bitter. Like a warning from a city that didn’t like being asked questions.But this wasn’t just about Zoey anymore.I’d seen the files. The surveillance. The kind of information they only whispered about in secured rooms.
Last Updated: 2025-06-13
Chapter: Agent Zoey!Raven.“Something’s off,” I muttered, dragging a hand down my jaw as I watched the estate footage again.Katherine didn’t look up from the mirror where she was applying dark lipstick. “Something’s always off with Thorne. Be more specific.”I paused the screen, an overhead drone image of Thorne’s compound, tighter security than usual. More guards. More movement. An unusual pattern in his routines.It wasn’t the kind of chaos that came from weakness. It was the kind that came from protecting something.Or someone.“He’s hiding something.” I leaned closer, zooming in on a window with tinted glass. “Ever since that warehouse explosion. He vanished for like ten days, and now his men are circling the estate like vultures guarding a feast. You think he's partying in private after avenging his beloved wife?”Katherine turned, lipstick capped, eyes gleaming with something between mischief and fear. “You t
Last Updated: 2025-06-12
Chapter: Weakness Has A Name10Thorne,The room was quiet—too quiet.Regardlessly, I stepped in.The room was dimly lit, shadows curling around the walls like ghosts. The faint sound of water dripping echoed from the far side. From the bathroom.I closed the door behind me, slowly, quietly. I expected to see her curled up on the bed or pacing like she usually did when angry. But the room was empty. My brows furrowed.She wasn’t gone, no one could get past Scott and Vigil. Maybe she was in the bathroom.The sink was running. Careless. Or deliberate.I took slow, careful steps toward the sound, the floorboards creaking under my boots. Something snapped in me, some primal instinct too slow to rise.By the time I turned toward the sound, she lunged.The glint of the knife caught the light first. Then her eyes, wild, burning with fury. Before I could react, the blade came down. I caught
Last Updated: 2025-06-12
Chapter: Love? Another Word For Weakness Thorne Sweat.The air conditioner was well active but it wasn't powerful enough to stop me from sweating.Lucia’s hands moved across my shoulders, kneading the tension that refused to melt. Her touch was practiced, trained to soothe, to tame. But tonight, it did nothing.“Stop,” I said, my voice low, sharper than I intended.She paused immediately, hands lingering on my skin.“I have a normal temperature,” I murmured, staring at nothing. “But my head’s burning.”Lucia tilted her head. “Fever?”“No.” I stood, shrugging off the robe she had draped over me. “It’s inside. Here.” I tapped my temple, then pressed a flat palm to my chest. “And here. Like something is clawing out.”She didn’t speak. She never did unless she knew it was safe.I turned my back to her, gripping the edge of the table. The weight of memory sat beside the growing chaos. Luna.After her, I swore never again. Never again would I leave myself open to that kind of love again.But now… now there’s even a child. Growin
Last Updated: 2025-06-11
Chapter: Owned By The Enemy Katherine, 24The morning sun poured lazily through the open terrace doors, gilding the marble tiles in warmth.I carried the watering can with both hands, tipping it gently over the line of violets that stretched along the stone ledge. Water trickled softly, soaking into the soil. The scent of jasmine spread in the air.Simple things. Things I never used to do, not before the blood, the lies, the Agency.But here I was. Watering flowers like a woman who had never once put a bullet through a man’s skull.I had just moved to the roses when the door slammed open behind me.Raven.He strode in like a storm, black coat, black eyes, carrying bad news like it was stitched into his skin.“You need to know what he did,” he growled.I didn’t look at him yet. I set the watering can down and pressed my fingers to the petals, listening.“Elena’s family,” he continued, voice hard. “All of them. Thorne wiped them out, Katherine. Burned their house down. Her mother, her little sister, their names d
Last Updated: 2025-06-11
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