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Last Updated : 2025-08-12
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In 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.
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The Beginning Of The End
Present DayHe vowed to love me.To protect me.To cherish me in sickness and in health, in darkness and in light.What a fucking joke that was.
Fairy tales teach little girls to believe in happily ever after. But mine came wrapped in silk and blood, bound with ancient promises and mafia politics. My fate wasn’t written in stars, it was inked in contracts and whispered behind closed doors long before I took my first breath. From the moment I was born, my life was tethered to his. Nico Moretti. The golden son of the Moretti empire. My father’s answer to peace, his bargaining chip for power, his most valuable offering: me.I was raised in glass, fragile, spotless, handled with care, groomed to smile prettily, speak only when spoken to, and sacrifice every dream I had at the altar of duty. I did everything right. I was the perfect little girl, molded into the perfect little wife and it didn’t matter. None of it mattered because to Nico, I was never a partner. I was a possession. A pretty trinket to place on his arm and tuck away when he grew bored. He’s not a good man. He’s not fair, not kind, not loyal or loving. Nico Moretti is a fucking monster, cruel, cold, calculating. He doesn’t love, he conquers. Doesn’t speak, he commands. And I let it happen. I let it happen. I sat at his feet. Smiled at his guests. Silenced my screams behind crimson lips and diamond collars. I played my part so well I almost forgot who I really was. Almost. There was a time I believed he’d change. That if I were just a little more obedient, a little more beautiful, a little more worthy, he might one day come home and see me, really see me, and love me the way I loved him but love like that doesn’t grow in cages and I’m done pretending. I’m done waiting for a man who never saw me as anything more than his father's leverage. Now?Now I want to fucking live.
Past.
“Ava! Oh, my sweet girl, look at you!”My mother’s voice trembles with emotion as she fusses over my wedding gown for the third time, dabbing delicately beneath her eyes so her mascara won’t smudge. She’s radiant in a champagne silk dress, smiling so wide it almost feels contagious. Almost. I stand still before the mirror, trying to feel something. Joy. Excitement. Hope. My Vera Wang gown is a masterpiece. Tight across my chest, it hugs my figure before flaring out into a train of ivory lace that trails behind me like royalty. My naturally pale blonde hair is pinned into a high bun, not a strand out of place. My veil falls from it like gossamer, a thin line of pearls glimmering in the light. My shoes are Jimmy Choo. My necklace is Bulgari. My earrings are antique diamonds from my father’s vault, a gift passed down from one mafia queen to the next. Today is the day I’ve been raised for. My eighteenth birthday. My wedding day. I’ve never met my husband but I know his name, Nico Moretti. Seven years older. One of the youngest billionaires in the world. Owner of more than a hundred legitimate businesses, and God only knows how many illegal ones. My father calls him “a man of vision.” My mother calls him “a dream match.” Me? I just call him… unknown. But I’ve been trained not to question. Daddy says this is my birthright. That girls like me are born to secure alliances, to make peace through vows instead of bullets. So I hope. I pray. I hope Nico is kind. That he’ll speak softly. That he’ll look at me not like I’m property, but a person. I pray he’ll be the husband I’ve been promised, a protector, a provider. Someone who might one day look at me not as a duty, but as his. My heart is a fluttering bird in a golden cage, and even as the doors close around me, I tell myself this is happiness. That this is the start of something beautiful.
"Ava, are you ready?" my father asks as he steps into the room.
"I'm ready, Daddy," I reply, though the words catch in my throat. The lump of anxiety lodged there is thick, suffocating. "Good. Everything will go perfectly today. The Moretti and Campelli families will finally be joined." He doesn’t mention the dress I spent hours being stitched into, or the way my hair was curled and pinned into place with jeweled clips that feel more like a crown of thorns. But that’s not surprising, my father has never been one for sentiment. His love is measured in power, legacy, and alliances. He offers his arm. Silently, I take it.We walk together down the long corridor toward the cathedral’s grand entrance. The hallway is quiet except for the soft click of my heels on marble. The walls are blanketed with roses, blush pink and ivory white, carefully chosen to represent purity and union. Sunlight spills in through stained glass windows, casting fractured rainbows across the stone floor. With every step, the weight of what I’m walking toward grows heavier. We pause behind a cluster of bridesmaids and flower girls, distant cousins and daughters of family allies. I barely know most of them but I don’t mind. This day isn’t about friendship. It’s about duty. The soft swell of a piano begins behind the doors. My heart skips a beat. The massive oak panels creak as they begin to part. I lower my veil with trembling fingers and square my shoulders.
I was born for this. Bred for this.
My life isn’t my own, but today, I give it away anyway. For family. For legacy. For peace.Latest chapter
Bound By Blood And Vows. Act One.
A 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
Last Updated : 2025-08-12Bound By Blood And Vows. Starting With Tonight.
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
Last Updated : 2025-08-12Bound By Blood And Vows. A Song Between Storms.
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
Last Updated : 2025-08-09Bound By Blood And Vows. Setting Sail.
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
Last Updated : 2025-08-07Bound By Blood And Vows. Sunlight and Secrets.
NicoI buried myself in the logistics. Manifests, schedules, payout reports, anything that would keep my mind off the one thing I couldn’t control. Ava. My mind was having trouble not spiraling. One minute I missed her, the next I wanted to punish her for leaving, for not coming back sooner, for not letting me explain. She probably had her own imagination running wild and that was the last thing I needed. I wanted my wife back, in her place. The shipment was coming together. Tight timing, high stakes. If this hit, it’d set us up for a decade. Not just profit, power. Reputation. Legacy. My father had started the empire, but I was the one building it into something unshakable. This deal… it was going to make sure no one ever questioned who I was or what I was capable of. The Irish would take their cut. The Americans would pay a premium. The Russians would stay the fuck out of my way. I’d spent years building this network, threading alliances so tight they’d choke if they tried to pull a
Last Updated : 2025-08-07Bound By Blood And Vows. A Partner.
After planning the perfect first step in Nico’s downfall, I needed something normal. Something grounding. Tomorrow we set sail into deception and shadows, but today? I wanted sunlight, a breeze on my face, and maybe a handful of cheap souvenirs that would mean more than any diamond necklace he ever gave me. I slid my bag over my shoulder, adjusting the strap as I crossed the deck. “Conner, I’m going to head into town for a bit.”He looked up from where he was sitting, legs spread, a lazy smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Sounds like fun, love. I’ll join you, if that’s okay?”More than okay. I nodded, smiling back. “You look good carrying bags.”Conner chuckled as he stood, his large frame stretching like a cat’s. “And you look good doing just about anything. Let’s go.”We were halfway to the dock ramp when Domonic intercepted us, standing like a gatekeeper between the world and me.“Where are you going?” he asked, eyes narrow beneath those ever-watchful brows.“Into town,” I
Last Updated : 2025-08-06
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