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Blood Roses And Bullet Vows

Blood Roses And Bullet Vows

Mafia
last updateLast Updated : 2025-07-18
By:  SydiraeOngoing
Language: English
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Synopsis

Fast-Paced Plot

First-Person POV

Steamy

Mafia

Possessive

Protective

Contract Marriage

Forbidden Love

Hate to Love

He was the enemy I was forced to marry. I was the girl raised to destroy him. I was supposed to live a quiet life. Graduate, find a job, stay far away from the shadows of my mother’s past. But then I was taken. Now I’m Mrs. Valerio. Matteo Valerio is cold, dangerous, and untouchable. The heir to a brutal mafia empire built on secrets and blood. He makes it clear: this marriage isn’t love. It’s power. It’s politics. It’s survival. But I didn’t agree to this just to be a pawn. I want answers. About my father’s murder, about the threats still chasing me, about who I really am beneath the name I grew up with. And the closer I get to the truth, the more tangled I become with Matteo himself. Because behind the monster is a man with haunted eyes and a soul that’s been at war for too long. And behind my rage is a heart that was never supposed to feel anything for him. But the past is catching up. Betrayals are rising. And falling in love with your enemy? That’s the most dangerous vow of all.

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Love the story.... Hope U can update More ............
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PLEASE READ! HIGHLY RECOMMEND!
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56 Chapters
Prologue: The Blood Promise
(Ten years ago) There are things a child shouldn’t remember. Like the smell of burning flesh. The sound of bones cracking beneath a boot. Or the way her mother’s hand shook when she whispered, “Don’t make a sound, baby. Not even a breath.” I was nine when I saw my father die. Not the man who raised me. The man whose blood runs in my veins. The man who built empires out of bullets and betrayal. I didn’t know it then. Only that Mama always said he was “gone” in that vague way grownups say when they mean something deeper. That day, I learned what “gone” really meant. It was supposed to be a quick trip. We were supposed to be in and out of Manila in a day. Mama needed to meet someone. “Business,” she said. I was wearing my favorite sneakers. Bright red, scuffed at the toes from schoolyard games. I remember because I kept staring at them when the screaming started. Like if I focused hard enough, I wouldn’t hear the gunfire. But it didn’t work. You never forget the sound of your
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Chapter 1: The Bride
(MATTEO’S POV) They say a man should feel something on his wedding day. Joy. Hope. Nerves. Even guilt. I felt nothing. Not when I slid the cufflinks into place, black on black. Not when the housekeeper knocked on the door and told me the guests had arrived. Not even when I caught my reflection in the mirror. Sharp suit, sharper stare, and the ghosts behind my eyes who never stopped watching. I was a soldier marrying a stranger. A son honoring his family’s demand. A man with blood on his hands and no space in his chest for anything that didn’t taste like control. No, I wasn’t nervous. I was bored. “This is a mistake,” my cousin murmured beside me, low enough that only I could hear. “You don’t need her. You have the army. The routes. The respect.” I adjusted my tie. “I also have enemies. And her last name.” “Cruz,” he spat like it burned. “Your father would’ve—” “My father’s dead.” Silence cut between us. He didn’t say it, but I knew what he was thinking. That
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Chapter 2: The House Of Glass
(AMARA'S POV)The morning after my forced wedding, the sunlight felt fake. Like it was shining on the wrong people, on the wrong story. I opened my eyes to silence and unfamiliar air. Cold. Sterile. Not a single picture on the wall. Not even a crack in the marble floor. It was too perfect. Too polished. Like the kind of house that didn't want to be lived in.Just stared at.Just controlled.I sat up slowly, my head heavy from pretending. Pretending I wasn’t terrified. Pretending that the vows didn’t feel like chains around my throat. Pretending that Matteo Valerio hadn’t looked at me like he’d seen a ghost he wanted to bury twice.I checked the door.Locked.Of course.A maid knocked fifteen minutes later. Said nothing, just handed me a change of clothes and a tray of food like I was an exhibit behind glass. I almost asked her name. Almost.But then I remembered where I was.I was not here to make friends.I showered. Changed. Didn’t touch the food. I didn’t trust anything in this hou
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Chapter 3: Paper Vows, Iron Chains
The mansion never slept.Even at two in the morning, it breathed with a quiet menace—heels clicking against marble in the hallway, guards whispering over radios, shadows sliding beneath doors. I stood by the window in our so-called bedroom, staring at the driveway below. Two black cars. One motorcycle. The rest hidden somewhere, like everything else in this house.I hadn’t moved for over an hour. Couldn’t sleep. Couldn’t think past the man from the meeting.“You look like your mother.”The words looped in my head like static, like the kind of thing you don’t realize is dangerous until it’s already cracked open something inside you.My mother had died when I was ten. Hit-and-run, they said. Closed casket. I never saw her face again. Never asked questions. Not because I didn’t want to, but because people looked uncomfortable when I did.And now… now some stranger said her name like it was a weapon.I wanted answers. I wanted truth.Instead, I had a marriage contract and a door that didn
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Chapter 4: Secrets In The Walls
I didn’t expect much from a house built on blood, but I also didn’t expect the silence to be this loud.It wasn’t the kind of silence that meant peace. It was the kind that pressed against your skin like humidity. Heavy. Watching. Waiting.After the funeral, Matteo disappeared for the rest of the day. Not a word. Not a knock. Not even the echo of his boots in the hallway. Just gone. And in his absence, the house felt like a stranger again—walls too white, floors too clean, windows that didn’t open.I didn’t cry.I wanted to, but I couldn’t.Maybe because crying felt like surrender. And I wasn’t ready to lose again.So I walked.Not with a plan. Not even with hope. Just footsteps echoing through halls that weren’t mine, wearing shoes that didn’t belong to me, passing portraits of men with dead eyes and tighter suits.This place was built to trap people. Not with locks. With beauty. With secrets.And I was tired of being the only one without answers.Down one corridor, past a wing that
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Chapter 5: The House that Watches
I woke to the sound of something shifting. Not loud. Not sharp. Just enough to pull me out of sleep and make my heart start sprinting before my mind caught up.The red folder was still next to me, under the pillow where I’d shoved it last night like some kind of talisman. But no one was in the room. The door was still closed. Locked from the inside.Still, something felt… off.I sat up slowly, brushing hair from my face, the silence pressing against my ears again like it had weight. The kind that makes your ribs feel too tight and the air feel too thick.I wasn’t alone.Not in this house. Not even in this room.I turned toward the mirror.Nothing.But I swear something moved just at the corner of it. A shimmer. A breath. Something just out of reach.I forced myself up. Pulled on the thick robe someone had left folded at the end of my bed. Opened the door with steady hands that didn’t feel like mine.The hallway was still.Too still.I walked barefoot, each step a whisper against the p
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Chapter 6: The Meeting
My heart made a sound I didn’t know it could make.He asked to meet me.Not send a message. Not watch from afar. Not play some ghost game from the shadows.He wanted to see me.My real father.The man with the scar on his lip and the truth buried somewhere behind those cold eyes.“When?” I asked.Matteo didn’t look at me right away. He stared past me, through the window, like the answer was somewhere in the trees or the clouds or the quiet spaces in between.“Tomorrow,” he said. “Ten a.m. You’ll be driven there.”I blinked. “And you’re letting me go?”He finally looked at me.“I don’t want you to. But I won’t stop you.”That didn’t feel like permission.That felt like surrender.“Where?”“A neutral location. Old estate outside town. Used to belong to the Aragon family. He’s repurposed it.”I nodded slowly, even though nothing made sense anymore.“What’s the catch?”“There’s always a catch,” he said. “But you’ll have to figure that out yourself.”I wanted to scream.To throw something.
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Chapter 7: The Storm Before Midnight
It was past eleven when I left the library.The air outside bit at my skin. The silence of the estate felt too clean, like something had been scrubbed away. I held the box tight against my chest, like it would stop the questions from crawling out of my ribs.Matteo hadn’t said a word the whole ride back.He didn’t ask what Rafael told me. Didn’t demand to know what was in the box. He just stared straight ahead, fingers clenched around the edge of the seat like he was trying to anchor himself somewhere.I hated that he looked like he was breaking.Because I didn’t know if I wanted to fix him or finish him.I stayed in my room all day after that.Didn’t speak. Didn’t eat. Just stared at the photos, the files, the grainy footage that blurred the lines between memory and myth.Rafael hadn’t lied.But he hadn’t told the whole truth either.I watched my mother in a video dated three months before she died. She sat on the edge of a bed in a hotel room, hair damp, eyes hollow.“If this ends b
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Chapter 8: The Ghost of the Past
The mansion didn’t feel like it missed him.Matteo’s absence didn’t echo through the halls or cling to the walls like I thought it would. Instead, it felt like he’d never been here to begin with. Like the shadows were used to swallowing people whole and forgetting their names.But I remembered.I remembered the way his voice dropped when he was tired. The way his fingers flexed like he was holding onto the edge of something invisible. The way his anger looked a lot like grief.I wasn’t here to mourn him, though.I was here to find out why I ever met him in the first place.The library door creaked as I pushed it open. The room smelled like smoke and dust and faintly of violets. I didn’t sit this time. I walked straight to the shelf I’d ignored the first night—tall, cold, too symmetrical. The one Rafael had mentioned without really meaning to.Behind the third row, just beneath a row of encyclopedias, I found it.A thin stack of old notebooks. Leather-bound. Faded. Smelling of old perf
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Chapter 9: The Spy in the Shadows
The city at night had a way of folding in on itself.Lights bled into puddles. Traffic blurred into a low, restless hum. And the shadows? They moved like they had secrets they weren’t ready to give up.I kept my hood low as I walked past the edge of the parking lot. This wasn’t the kind of place you visited twice. It looked like it had been forgotten on purpose. Rusted metal gates, vines climbing the cracked walls, silence heavy enough to bite.But the black SUV parked beside the abandoned warehouse wasn’t forgotten.It was waiting.I crouched behind a dumpster. Not glamorous, but it gave me cover. From here, I could see the passenger door swing open.Lorenzo.Of course.The man always looked like he was half a second from violence. His coat was wrinkled, dark hair pushed back with fingers that probably knew more about killing than combing.But it wasn’t just him.Another man stepped out of the shadows.And this time, my breath caught.The kind of catch that hurt on the inhale.Elian.
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