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CHAPTER 11

Penulis: Aria Quinn
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-09-28 04:04:15

The dress clung to me like it was spun from sin. Deep satin silk, slit high enough to make me wonder if Leonard had chosen it to provoke whispers. He hadn’t said a word when he placed the garment box on the bed earlier, but his eyes had spoken volumes: Wear it. For me. For them.

And like always, I obeyed.

I stood before the mirror in the master suite, emeralds glinting at my wrist where his gift still sat, the bracelet no lighter than it had been that morning. The gems winked under the soft light, cold and sharp, and I couldn’t tell if they made me look like his queen or his prisoner. Maybe both.

A knock sounded at the door before it swung open without waiting for my answer. Of course,it was Leonard. Privacy was a luxury I would stopped pretending to have.

He paused on the threshold, eyes sweeping from my head to my heels with a gaze that felt like both judgment and possession. Dressed in black tailored perfection, he was devastating as always, the kind of man who carried storms behin
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    Leonard’s POVThe sun hadn’t risen yet when I slipped out of her room.My steps were careful, deliberate, but inside I was chaos. Each steps I took down that long corridor felt like tearing my own flesh from bone. I should have stayed, if only to face the weight of what I had done but I didn’t trust myself not to reach for her again. So I left her with the sheets tangled around her, with her scent on my skin, and with my mind burning in ways I could not afford.By the time I reached my own room, the silence felt unbearable. I closed the door with more force than necessary, leaning against it like a coward fleeing from battle. My chest heaved, my palms pressed hard into the wood. My heart still thundered, echoing the rhythm of last night when her body had been beneath mine, when her lips had met mine as though we had both been starving for years.What the hell had I done?I dragged both hands over my face, gripping my skull as though I could shake the memory out. I had gone to her wi

  • Bound By Blood   CHAPTER 13

    Isabella’s POVThe storm had quieted by the time my eyes fluttered open, but the echo of it lingered in the air. A hush lay over the mansion, broken only by the drip of rain from the gutters and the steady thud of my heart. I reached across the bed instinctively, fingertips brushing cold sheets where warmth had been just hours ago.Empty.Leonard was gone.I sat up slowly, the night rushing back in blueness —his mouth on mine, the taste of wine, the way his voice had cracked when he whispered my name. My skin still burned where his hands had roamed, my lips swollen from his kisses. My body remembered him even if he had already chosen to forget me.The room smelled faintly of him, musky and rich, and my chest ached with the absence. He hadn’t stayed. He hadn’t even waited for the light of morning. He had slipped out like a thief, leaving me to wrestle with the truth of what had happened.What had happened?Was it a mistake? A moment of drunken weakness? Or was it something more—somethi

  • Bound By Blood   CHAPTER 12

    The rain hadn’t stopped since we left the dinner.It whispered against the windows like a secret, steady and relentless, filling the silence of the mansion with its muted rhythm. I sat at the edge of my bed, my hair falling loose around my shoulders, still dressed in the gown from the evening. The spilled wine, the stares, the hushed whispers at the table — they still clung to me like smoke.I thought I had escaped it. Escaped him.But then the door creaked open and I froze. Leonard stood in the doorway, one hand braced against the frame, the other loosely hanging at his side. His coat hung off one shoulder, the shirt beneath it slightly untucked. He smelled of alcohol, sharp and intoxicating, but even in his unsteady state, he radiated authority. My stomach clenched.“Isabella.” His voice was low, rough, the edges softened by alcohol. Yet it carried the weight of command, the kind that curled down my spine. “We need to talk.”I took a cautious step back, hands clenching at my sides

  • Bound By Blood   CHAPTER 11

    The dress clung to me like it was spun from sin. Deep satin silk, slit high enough to make me wonder if Leonard had chosen it to provoke whispers. He hadn’t said a word when he placed the garment box on the bed earlier, but his eyes had spoken volumes: Wear it. For me. For them.And like always, I obeyed.I stood before the mirror in the master suite, emeralds glinting at my wrist where his gift still sat, the bracelet no lighter than it had been that morning. The gems winked under the soft light, cold and sharp, and I couldn’t tell if they made me look like his queen or his prisoner. Maybe both.A knock sounded at the door before it swung open without waiting for my answer. Of course,it was Leonard. Privacy was a luxury I would stopped pretending to have.He paused on the threshold, eyes sweeping from my head to my heels with a gaze that felt like both judgment and possession. Dressed in black tailored perfection, he was devastating as always, the kind of man who carried storms behin

  • Bound By Blood   CHAPTER 10

    Isabella’s POVThe bracelet sat heavy against my skin, its weight reminding me with every movement that nothing in this house was ever simple. Emeralds sparkled under the morning light pouring in through the tall windows, catching the air like watchful eyes. Beautiful. Cold. A shackle disguised as luxury.Leonard Ricci didn’t give meaningless gifts. I knew that much already. If he put something on my wrist, it was because he wanted me to feel it. To remember him every time I lifted my hand. To remind me who held control.But control works both ways. A chain can be pulled from either end.I let my fingers glide over the stones as I descended the staircase, every step echoing in the vast silence of the mansion. Except silence here wasn’t real. I could feel the eyes, the invisible watchers tucked into every corner. The soft hum of cameras I had found hidden in the walls.He thought he was clever. He thought I wouldn’t notice.The breakfast room stretched out like something from a palace,

  • Bound By Blood   CHAPTER 9

    Isabella woke to sunlight streaming through partially opened curtains and an empty space beside her. The sheets on Leonard's side were cool to the touch; he had been gone for some time. A note rested on his pillow, written in a strong, precise hand:{Business calls early. Breakfast on the terrace at 9. Don't be late.}She glanced at the elegant clock on the bedside table: 8:17. Just enough time to shower and dress. As she rose, she noticed a small box that hadn't been there the night before, wrapped in silver paper with no bow or card. Inside was a platinum bracelet, delicate but substantial, set with emeralds that matched her eyes. Not diamonds—the traditional choice—but something more distinct, more specific to her.A claim, not a gift. A beautiful shackle.Isabella slipped it onto her wrist regardless, admiring how the stones caught the light. If this was to be her life, she would embrace its luxuries while searching for its weaknesses. She would learn the rules of Leonard's world

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