LOGIN"I thought you were the man who saved me. I didn't know you were the one who set the fire." The day my father gambled away my life was the day I learned that some monsters don't have claws—they wear tailored suits and drink vintage scotch. To the world, Abram is a philanthropist, a billionaire, and the undisputed King of the Lycan Underground. To me, he is the man who bought my freedom for the price of a debt he secretly engineered. He calls me his "Little Wolf." He dresses me in diamonds that feel like cold chains and keeps me in a soundproof penthouse where my screams are just background music to his obsession. He is the Gentle Gaslighter. He whispers that he loves me while he wipes the blood of my past from his hands. He tells me I have nowhere else to go, forgetting that he was the one who burned every bridge behind me. But Abram made one fatal mistake: He taught me how to survive him. Underneath my silk gowns and practiced smiles, the girl he "broke" is dead. In her place is a master manipulator who has learned to weaponize his own obsession against him. I will let him mark me. I will let him believe he won. And when he is at his highest, I will show him that a velvet noose still strangles just as surely as a hemp one. He told me I was his entire world. Now, I’m going to end it. Tropes: * Mafia Alpha x Captive Omega * Age Gap (42 & 20) * He Falls First (Obsession) * Vengeance/Revenge Rebirth * Betrayal & Tragic Twist
View MoreChapter 20: The Sovereign of Shadows"I’ll have his skin for this."Abram’s voice wasn't a roar. It was a dead, hollow vibration that made the crystal glasses on the sideboard rattle against each other. He didn't look at me. He was staring at the silver flash drive on his desk as if it were Thorne’s severed head. His hands were flat on the mahogany surface, his knuckles so white they looked like polished bone.I huddled in the oversized leather armchair, pulling my silk robe tighter around my "trembling" frame. I made sure my breathing was hitching, erratic. Messy."He said... he said I was just a tool, Abram," I whispered, letting a fresh tear track through the makeup I’d intentionally smudged. "He told me you were going to be executed. I didn't know what to do. I was so scared he’d kill me right there in the garden.""He won't touch you again." Abram finally turned. His eyes were no longer human. The amber was gone, replaced by a terrifying, blown-out blackness. He crossed the room
Chapter 19: The Serpent’s OfferThe conservatory was a cage of glass and humidity. Ferns as tall as men pressed against the panes, their damp leaves brushing against my skin like wet fingers. It was midnight. The moon hung bloated and white above the estate, casting long, skeletal shadows across the stone path.Elder Thorne stood by a fountain, the water’s trickle the only sound in the suffocating heat. He didn't turn when I approached. He just stood there, leaning on his silver-headed cane, smelling of stale tobacco and old power."You’re late, girl."His voice was a dry rattle. He turned slowly, his eyes raking over me with the kind of disgust one might have for a cockroach in a silk dress. To him, I wasn't a person. I was a common whore Abram had dragged home from a gutter.I pulled my lace shawl tighter around my shoulders, letting my lower lip wobble just enough. "I had to wait for him to fall asleep. He’s... he’s been very demanding tonight."Thorne’s lip curled. "Save the sordi
Chapter 18: Mapping the GraveThe library smelled like old parchment and the expensive cedarwood Abram loved. Dust motes drifted through the shafts of moonlight hitting the floor, making the room look like a graveyard of dead ideas. I sat at the center of it, curled in a velvet armchair with a thick book on Lycan history propped on my knees.To the security cameras, I was a girl trying to learn her place. A "Good Little Alpha's Wife" doing her homework.In my lap, hidden by the heavy book, was my tablet. The screen was a black sea of green text.I typed in the password. Lana.The system didn't just open; it surrendered. Abram’s entire life—every bribe, every heartbeat of his empire—laid itself bare. My pulse didn't even quicken. I felt like a surgeon looking at a tumor. I moved through the folders with a cold, jagged precision.The Black Ledger.There it was. It wasn't just a list of assets. It was a map of every sin the Silas family had committed for a decade. I scrolled through bank
Chapter 17: The Coldest DawnThe sun crawled over the edge of the city, bleeding a pale, sickly gold across the penthouse floor. It was too quiet. Abram’s chest rose and fell against my back, a steady, rhythmic thud that felt like a mockery. He looked peaceful. The lines of tension in his face had smoothed out, making him look younger, almost human. His arm was draped over my waist—not the bruising grip of a captor, but the heavy, relaxed weight of a man who finally felt safe.He thought he had won. He thought that by baring his pathetic, bloody secrets, he had tied me to him forever.I lay there, staring at the dust motes dancing in a beam of light. My heart felt like a dead thing in my ribs. For a second—just a heartbeat—the "Gilded Cage" felt warm. I could stay. I could be the queen to his broken king. I could let him buy me more diamonds and pretend the blood on them was just paint.Then my gaze drifted to my own wrist.The faint, yellowing bruise from his grip last week was still






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