“Ezra!” Louelita’s voice cracked as she screamed his name. She panicked. Her breathing was uneven, her pulse racing as confusion clouded her mind. She couldn't see. Everything was dark. A blindfold covered her eyes, leaving her vulnerable, lost in an unfamiliar place.Panic clawed at her chest. Her hands trembled as she instinctively reached forward, only to find nothing but air.“Hey, calm down! Nothing bad will happen to you.” The voice beside her said.“Inizio!” she cried, her voice sharp with fear. “Where am I? Where’s Ezra?”“Calm down, okay?” Inizio's voice came from somewhere to her left. It was steady, but it did little to ease her anxiety.“Calm down?” she echoed, shaking her head. “I can’t see! I don’t know what’s happening! Where is Ezra?” She asked again. Another voice joined them—Elio. “Just trust us, Queen Lou. You’ll understand soon.”That didn’t comfort her. Her heart pounded against her ribs as the ground beneath her vibrated slightly. The steady hum told her one th
“Where is he?” Louelita’s voice trembled slightly as she stepped inside the orphanage. Her heart pounded against her chest, a mix of excitement, fear, and longing flooding through her veins.Sister Faith’s warm eyes softened as she looked at the young woman in front of her. “He’s in his room, just as always. He barely speaks. He doesn't even play with the other children.”Louelita’s grip on Ezra’s hand tightened.She already knew. Ezra had told her everything.Her little brother—the only family she had left—had shut himself away from the world. He was only two years old, yet already broken in ways that no child should ever be and their parents did this just like what she experienced before. Her heart clenched painfully.“He’ll be okay,” Ezra murmured beside her, his voice firm and reassuring. “You’re here now.”Louelita turned to him, searching his piercing blue eyes for strength. As always, she found it there. Unwavering. Solid. She nodded.Then she took a deep breath, trying to ste
“P-Please… I’m begging you—”A hoarse, pitiful voice cracked in the cold, damp prison owned by Ezra Slain Velleotti. The sound barely held strength, but the desperation was unmistakable. This was a countless beg Ezra heard but, he didn’t mind. Ezra sat comfortably in his chair, leaning forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees. His sharp, calculating eyes were fixed on the woman trembling before him. The very woman who had once called herself his mother.He could’t end their lives just yet. They need severe punishment before he can end them. His mother’s breathing was uneven and labored. The iron collar tightly wrapped around her throat was spiked on the inside, piercing her flesh with even the slightest movement. Dried blood had crusted along the edges, a stark contrast against her pale skin.She could barely hold herself upright. Every breath, every slight shift sent waves of excruciating pain through her body.But Ezra? He looked unmoved. Unaffected. Why would he?“You’re
Ezra stood in the dark lit underground prison, his presence suffocating, like the devil himself had descended upon the condemned. A cruel smirk twisted his lips as he surveyed the pathetic figures before him. If he had the time and the patience, he would have made them his personal grotesque experiment—perhaps something as twisted as a human centipede. But no, he had other plans for them. Plans that would carve their suffering into the very fabric of their existence.Louelita’s parents… They would die here. He had no interest in dragging out their suffering. Their mere presence in this chamber, under his watch, was torture enough. But for the others? Oh, he would ensure that each of them felt special as they met their demise, especially the two bastards who had defiled his Vita Mia—the men whose depravity had taken the life of his unborn child.His orders had been clear: imprison them. His men had carried out the command without hesitation, forcing these wretched creatures to straddl
"Oh, God, Vita Mia! I'm so sorry... I'm so, so sorry..." Ezra whispered the words over and over, his voice raw with guilt and sorrow, as he cradled Louelita's frail hand in his own. His fingers trembled against her soft skin, his grip firm yet careful, as though he feared she might slip away if he let go for even a second.Louelita had finally woken up, but the sight of her pale face, her tired eyes-still swollen from crying-only deepened the pain of carving through Ezra's chest. His powerful hands, hands that had brought ruin to enemies, now felt utterly powerless.He had failed her.And because of that, they had lost their child."It's not your fault, Ezra." Louelita's voice was barely above a whisper, hoarse from the hours of tears they had shed together. "I told you already-it's not your fault..."But Ezra couldn't accept that."No, Vita Mia. It is my fault. All of this is my fault." His voice was thick, dark with self-loathing. "I failed to protect you. And because of that..." He
“Get out of my way!”Ezra’s furious voice boomed through the hall, his sharp, commanding tone slicing through the chaos like a blade. He was charging forward, his long strides fueled by urgency, his pulse hammering against his skin. His heart clenched at the sight of the carnage left behind. Bodies littered the ground, their lifeless forms sprawled in unnatural angles. Blood was smeared across the floor and splattered on the walls, staining them with the cruel evidence of the brutal battle that had just taken place.His men were already at work, clearing away the wreckage, moving the bodies, and ensuring that any remaining enemies were dealt with. Ezra barely acknowledged their actions. None of it mattered right now. All that mattered was her. His Lolita.His jaw clenched tightly, his hands balled into fists as he took in the gruesome aftermath. While his side had suffered some casualties, the other side had taken the brunt of the devastation. The few survivors from the enemy’s ranks