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THE ASHES OF TRUTH
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2025-08-06 15:19:33
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BOUGHT,TAMED AND TAKEN A promise of fire
The night air hung thick around the Moretti estate, but inside the walls of Luciano’s bedroom, the tension was even heavier.Aria stood by the window, the city lights casting her silhouette in silver. Her arms were wrapped around herself, not for warmth—but for control. Control she was quickly losing.Luciano watched her from the edge of the bed. Shirt undone, blood on his knuckles. His fight with Matteo earlier had left bruises that hadn’t even started to bloom yet. But that wasn’t what hurt.It was the look she had given him after the truth spilled—about her father being alive, about Isadora hiding it from them all. And worse: the fact that Luciano had known for hours before he told her.“Say something,” he murmured, voice low and hoarse.Aria turned slowly. Her eyes were glassy, but she wasn’t crying. No—this wasn’t grief. It was fire.“You lied to me.”He stood, his chest rising and falling with a heavy breath. “I wanted to protect you—”“No, don’t,” she snapped, stepping back whe
BOUGHT,TAMED AND TAKEN THE ASHES OF TRUTH
The rain hadn’t stopped.It beat relentlessly against the windows of the villa like a warning—one that Aria couldn’t ignore any longer.She stood at the edge of the grand staircase, gripping the banister like it was the only thing keeping her from falling. Downstairs, Luciano was shouting. The muffled clash of voices echoed through the marble halls.She couldn’t make out every word, but one name kept slicing through the storm.Lorenzo.Again.Again.And again.The name made her stomach twist.She descended the stairs quietly, her bare feet silent against the cold stone. As she turned the corner, the voices grew clearer—Luciano, raw with rage, and Isadora, cold and composed as ever.“You should’ve told me earlier!” Luciano’s voice was hoarse. “You let me think our father was dead all this time. You let me believe it.”Isadora’s voice didn’t rise. It was worse that way—calm, detached, almost surgical. “Because it wasn’t the right time. And if you’d known, you’d have killed him before we
BOUGHT,TAMED AND TAKEN ASHES OF TRUTH
The room fell silent after Aria’s outburst, her words still hanging in the air like smoke from a fire not yet extinguished. Luciano stood across from her, jaw tight, eyes fixed on the space just over her shoulder. She didn’t know if he was trying to hold back his anger or his pain. Maybe both.“You knew,” she said again, quieter this time, but it sliced just as deep. “You knew my father might be alive. And you didn’t tell me.”“I didn’t know,” Luciano said finally. His voice was hoarse. “I suspected. And suspicions in this world get people killed.”Aria’s arms wrapped around her as if she could hold herself together. “I’m not just anyone. You should have told me.”Luciano stepped closer, but the distance between them felt heavier than ever. “I was trying to protect you.”She met his gaze, unflinching. “From the truth?”He didn’t answer. That was his answer.Aria turned away, blinking fast against the burn in her eyes. Her heart thudded a broken rhythm, one that echoed with every betra
BOUGHT,TAMED AND TAKEN THE DEAL WITH THE DEVIL
The silence between them was no longer comfortable.Aria sat at the edge of the bed, wrapped in one of Luciano’s black button-downs, the fabric brushing her thighs like a ghost of the man who’d just walked out of the room. She could still taste him—on her lips, on her skin, in the deepest parts of her.But something was wrong.Luciano hadn’t said a word after the phone call. His face had gone cold, unreadable. And he didn’t kiss her when he left.That was unlike him.The door creaked open again—and for a moment, she thought it might be him.But it was Isadora.Her expression was grim. “You need to get dressed. Now.”Aria’s stomach twisted. “What’s going on?”Isadora didn’t answer. Just threw a coat onto the bed. “Put this on. And don’t ask questions.”That was enough to make Aria’s fingers tremble. She obeyed.Downstairs, the air had changed. There were too many men in suits. Too many unreadable stares. Aria’s eyes darted until they found Luciano—standing at the far end of the marble
BOUGHT,TAMED AND TAKEN UNDERNEATH THE GUN METAL STYLE
The silence between them was no longer comfortable.Aria sat at the edge of the bed, wrapped in one of Luciano’s black button-downs, the fabric brushing her thighs like a ghost of the man who’d just walked out of the room. She could still taste him—on her lips, on her skin, in the deepest parts of her.But something was wrong.Luciano hadn’t said a word after the phone call. His face had gone cold, unreadable. And he didn’t kiss her when he left.That was unlike him.The door creaked open again—and for a moment, she thought it might be him.But it was Isadora.Her expression was grim. “You need to get dressed. Now.”Aria’s stomach twisted. “What’s going on?”Isadora didn’t answer. Just threw a coat onto the bed. “Put this on. And don’t ask questions.”That was enough to make Aria’s fingers tremble. She obeyed.Downstairs, the air had changed. There were too many men in suits. Too many unreadable stares. Aria’s eyes darted until they found Luciano—standing at the far end of the marble
BOUGHT,TAMED AND TAKEN THE DEVIL WEARS WHITE
The villa had never looked more opulent.Cascading lights adorned the archways. Silver-draped tables were stacked with caviar, champagne, and polished cutlery. It was the kind of event where bloodshed didn’t feel far—it just wore diamonds and smiled through it.Aria stood at the top of the grand staircase, still and radiant, draped in white silk that clung to her body like smoke. A sharp contrast to the blood that might be spilled tonight. Her gown was custom—no jewelry, no distractions. She didn’t need them.She was the queen now.Luciano stood at her side, black suit crisp, face unreadable. But his hand hovered just behind her back—not touching, just close enough to say you’re not alone.The room below pulsed with tension disguised as laughter. Toasts clinked. Eyes watched. But none with more intensity than Alessa DiFranco, perched near the central bar in a sapphire gown that glinted like ice. Her lips curled upward as her eyes met Aria’s.“She’s here to draw first blood,” Aria murm
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