LOGINIn a world where power is currency and women are pawns, Ava Campelli has just been sold to the highest bidder through a wedding veil. Born into a legacy of blood and quiet obedience, Ava knew her fate was sealed long before she could dream of escape. When she’s forced to marry Nico Moretti, the cold, ruthless heir to a criminal empire, her life becomes a performance of silence and survival. From the outside, she’s a vision in white. On the inside, she’s breaking. Nico is everything she feared: calculated, controlling, and obsessed with ownership. What begins with a diamond ring and a kiss in front of hundreds quickly descends into possession, manipulation, and brutal expectations behind closed doors. His touch is demanding, his love conditional, and Ava is expected to be the perfect wife—seen, not heard. But behind the carefully painted smile and submissive posture, something dangerous is beginning to stir in Ava. Each cruel word, every forced touch, is a spark. And one day soon, she may burn the whole kingdom down. A story of power, pain, and the quiet beginnings of rebellion—Bound By Blood and Vows is a haunting tale of a girl who learns that surviving is only the beginning and if she can't win his heart, then she will steal it when she leaves.
View MoreA muffled clatter rolled faintly through the floor, then the quiet tore open. A siren whooped. Boots hammered. “Portside! Two skiffs. MOVE!” someone roared, and three sharp cracks split the night, gunfire close enough to rattle the glass.“What was that?” Nico snapped in my ear.I let a breath break, crisp and scared. “I...I don’t know. Hold on.” I stood fast, phone tight to my cheek, and hurried for the balcony like I needed air. Conner eased the door wider; night leaned in with salt and smoke and another volley of shots.“You’re being hit,” Nico said, voice tightening. “Ava, stay on the line!”“I’m going to look,” I said, pitching panic into my throat. “Just...don’t hang up.”I slipped into the corridor. It was theater and thunder: Eion sprinted past with a coil of rope, Rian bellowed, “Boarders! Lock the hold!” A flare hissed outside, washing the hall blood-orange. My heart thudded like it believed the lie. Conner caught my elbow, steadying me. His eyes asked a question I’d already
The galley felt too small for how many bodies crowded into it, but somehow it worked, steam curling from platters, the radio whispering an old love song, cutlery clinking like soft rain. I set the last dish down, a pan of roasted potatoes with rosemary and lemon, and stepped back to breathe it all in.“Jesus, that smells unreal,” Rian said, already reaching.“Hands,” I warned, and he had the decency to grin and wait. Eion pulled out a chair with the lazy grace of a man who’d fought more than he’d slept. Declan brought a bottle to the table like a trophy, popping the cork one-handed to a small cheer. Darragh slid into the seat to my left, phone face-down beside his plate, always watching without looking like he was. Across from me, Domonic and Hayden took the end of the table, their posture a quiet line of duty. They were careful, polite even, but their eyes tracked the room the way soldiers do. Conner settled at my right, a heat at my shoulder, his thigh a steady press against mine un
The day drifted by like the sea itself, slow and lazy, sunlight pooling over the deck in golden waves. I’d claimed one of the loungers near the bow early, stretched out with a book I wasn’t really reading, letting the sun sink deep into my skin. The rhythmic slap of water against the hull was almost enough to lull me to sleep. I’d been doing little more than flipping pages, sipping cold water, and adjusting the angle of my chair whenever the light shifted. A perfect, mindless kind of day. The kind where I didn’t have to think about anyone’s expectations or plans, just the warmth, the salt on the air, and the quiet hum of the ship. My phone buzzed on the table beside me. The screen lit with Nico’s name. I considered ignoring it. But… that would just make him hunt me down later."Hey," I said, shading my eyes."Hey, bella." His tone caught me off guard, soft, almost casual, as though he wasn’t speaking from some polished office or leaning over a desk full of problems. "Why didn’t you sp
AvaI took my things back to my room, making sure to place them carefully in my bag. They didn't cost much, but they were sentimental now. A token of my newfound strength and freedom, with Conner. I entered the bathroom and stripped my clothing after turning on the shower to warm up. The hot water streamed down my back like a balm, scalding away the day. I stood motionless beneath the showerhead, hands braced on the tile, letting the heat melt the salt from my skin, the questions from my mind. For a moment, I wasn't anyone's pawn, or someone’s wife on paper, or a woman tangled in too many dangerous threads. I was just… tired and clean. I scrubbed gently, washing the town from me, the scent of grilled fish, the sweet pastries, Conner’s cologne still clinging faintly to the inside of my wrist where he'd kissed it while handing me that silver ring. My hair hung damp and heavy down my back as I stepped out, wrapping myself in a towel. The room was quiet, the only sound the gentle creak of
I slipped the card into the pages of an old poetry book—one of the few things I brought with me when I married Nico. It was worn, faded, and absolutely unread by anyone in this house but me. I slid it back into the top shelf of my closet, behind an old shoebox and beneath a cashmere scarf I never w
"Why are you here, Nico? I don't understand." My voice wavers, thick with confusion and something far more dangerous, hope. He sighs deeply, the sound echoing off the marble tiles like an admission. "You're my wife, Ava. Is it not okay to want some normality… showering with my wife?" His eyes searc
AvaAfter breakfast it was time for business. I’d dressed to the nines again today, not in diamonds or silk, but in intent. The jeans hugged my hips like a second skin, and the black boots gave me just enough height to meet anyone’s gaze without flinching. I’d tucked one side of Conner’s white butt
I all but run up the stairs, barely holding it together until I slam the bedroom door shut behind me. The lock clicks under my hand like it’s a seal holding everything in. Or maybe locking everything out. My breath hitches. I don’t cry. Not yet. Not when there’s still too much confusion twisting ar
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