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Chapter Thirty Five - Dante

Author: Ojo hope
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-19 19:03:52

There it was.

The sound I’d been waiting for.

Soft. Barely audible. But unmistakable.

A moan — not a surrender of the body, not a plea, but a small, human sound snagged between hunger and habit. It landed in the room like a stone thrown into still water, and the ripples mattered more than the stone itself.

Selena Cruz: proud, furious, stubborn, and for the first time since I had her, imperfect. Imperfect in the way every living thing is when it’s prodded at the right pressure point. That small, involuntary noise told me what a thousand calculated moves could not: that she was vulnerable in ways my cameras and my men could chart but never quite understand.

I leaned forward in the chair, the monitors painting sharp planes of light across my face. Her profile filled a dozen screens—one real woman multiplied into many glass facsimiles. Steam hovered over a cup. A hand brushed silk. A blink that lasted a fraction too long. Every smallness aggregated into a map of her limits.

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  • Bound By Vengeance    Chapter Thirty Two - Dante

    The echo of her silence followed me down the corridor.Not her words. Not her threats. Her silence.That silence was sharper than any blade. A refusal to give me what I wanted—yet a gift all the same.Defiance that wasn’t spoken but simmered beneath every look, every stiff line of her body, every tremble she thought she hid.God, she was magnificent.I let the moment replay in my mind, each detail carved into me with the precision of a scar. The tight line of her jaw. The tremor in her fingers as she set her glass down. The way her eyes burned when they met mine—hating me, needing me, fighting me.It was a storm.And storms had always belonged to me.I stepped into my private study, closing the heavy oak door behind me. The fire had burned low in the hearth, shadows stretching across the room like claws eager to drag me deeper into the dark. I didn’t light more candles. I wanted the shadows tonight. I wanted the quiet, the press of blackness, the pulse of my thoughts uninterrupted.I

  • Bound By Vengeance    Chapter Thirty One - Selena

    The wine burned down my throat, bitter and sweet all at once, leaving a heat that coiled in my chest like smoke.I set the glass down harder than I intended, the sharp clink echoing between us like a challenge.Dante didn’t flinch.Of course he didn’t.He sat there like a king presiding over his throne, as if the entire world bent toward him without question—the table, the wine, the air itself. Even me. Especially me.His eyes stayed on me, unblinking, unreadable. They drank me in with a patience that felt more dangerous than rage. He didn’t need to raise his voice, didn’t need to demand or threaten. The curl of his mouth, the flicker of satisfaction in his gaze—it was enough to tell me he saw everything.Every twitch of my fingers.Every hesitation I thought I’d buried.Every falter I tried to hide.And I hated him for it.Hated him for noticing.Hated him for peeling me open without touching me.Hated myself for letting him.The silence pressed down, thick and suffocating. The candl

  • Bound By Vengeance    Chapter Thirty - Dante

    The dining hall glowed with candlelight.I had chosen it deliberately. Not the cavernous ballroom with its echoes and shadows. Not the sterile conference rooms where my men discussed weapons and strategies.No. Tonight required something else.Intimacy.A single long table stretched before us, dark wood gleaming beneath the soft light. Crystal glasses glittered. Silver cutlery caught the flame. Bottles of deep red wine waited like blood in glass prisons. Candles lined the center, each flame a tongue licking the air, throwing fractured light across the polished surface.It was a stage.And she was my reluctant leading lady.At the far end of that table—Selena.Draped in the silk I had chosen, seated in the chair I had pulled out for her, lit by the same fire I had lit for myself.Her posture was flawless, her back straight, her chin angled in defiance. A queen in exile. A prisoner dressed as royalty.But her hands betrayed her.Restless in her lap. Fingers twisting together, white at t

  • Bound By Vengeance    Chapter Thirty Nine – Selena

    The knock came at dusk.It was soft, polite even, but it reverberated through my chest like a warning bell.I sat on the edge of the bed, arms wrapped tightly around myself, staring at the fading light spilling across the garden walls. The orange glow bled into shadow, swallowing the flowers, turning beauty into something sinister. Every nightfall here felt like a theft—of freedom, of air, of me.The door creaked open.Two women slipped inside. Not guards. Not soldiers. Women.Their steps were quiet, measured, rehearsed. Their eyes stayed lowered, never rising above my chin. They carried garment bags draped carefully over their arms and lacquered boxes that clinked faintly with whatever delicate contents lay inside.They didn’t speak. They didn’t dare.They simply moved to the bed and began their silent ritual—unzipping, unfolding, arranging.The air shifted with their presence, heavy with unspoken truth. I knew instantly—this was his doing.Clothes.Not the loose, shapeless garments

  • Bound By Vengeance    Chapter Thirty Eight - Dante

    Silence.That single, fragile silence meant more to me than if she had fallen to her knees.Selena Cruz—my defiant, fire-eyed enemy bride—hadn’t told me no. She hadn’t spat in my face. She hadn’t cursed me.She had said nothing.And in her silence, I heard everything.I let my finger linger beneath her chin a second longer than necessary, savoring the heat of her skin, the tremor she tried to hide. Her eyes burned with hatred, but hatred was easy. Hatred was safe.This… this was different.This was hesitation.This was the first crack in the fortress she’d built around herself. A fortress I had sworn to breach.Her lips parted, as if a retort hovered there, sharp enough to cut. But the words never came. She swallowed them down instead, and in that absence, I tasted victory.Slowly, deliberately, I drew back. My touch fell away, leaving her skin cold in its absence. I gave her space she didn’t expect. Her body swayed almost imperceptibly, like she’d been leaning into me without realizi

  • Bound By Vengeance    Chapter Thirty Seven - Selena

    The knock was soft. Too soft.The kind of sound that made your pulse skip because you knew—whoever it was, they weren’t really asking permission.Before I could even answer, the door opened.And there he was.Dante.Filling the doorway like a shadow carved into flesh. Dark suit. Darker eyes. That calm, lethal stillness that made the air itself hesitate to move around him. He didn’t just enter a room—he reshaped it.I froze by the window, coffee cup still warm in my hands. My heartbeat hammered so violently against my ribs it was almost embarrassing, like a drum that refused to be silenced. I was sure he could hear it.He didn’t speak right away. He just stood there, framed in the doorway, watching me. Not casually. Not idly. Watching me like I was the only thing in existence worth his attention. Drinking me in with the kind of hunger that stripped skin from bone. The kind of hunger I had just tried—desperately—to deny in myself.My throat tightened, dry, aching.I hated silence with h

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