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CHAPTER 14 — THE CENTRAL PIECE (CASSIUS)
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The Münchner Künstlerhaus (House of Artists) was a monument in the center of Munich, a symbol of the arrogance of the rich who believed money could buy anything — including happiness.Inside, the guests were already arriving, the long dresses and dark suits forming a mosaic of forced elegance.I entered through the back door, avoiding the main hall, the eyes of the security guards, and the flashes of the photographers. My body ached — not the sharp pain the injection dulled, but a deep, dull pain that came from the bones and spread through the muscles like slow lava.An employee guided me to the groom’s dressing room. The door was made of dark wood, elegant. In front of it, a familiar figure waited, arms crossed, expression fierce.Thaïs.She wore a simple black dress, functional — nothing like the colorful and vibrant clothes that usually defined her. Her eyes were red, as if she had been crying, but her posture was one of war.“You look like the walking dead,” she said without pream
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“You shouldn’t be standing,” the doctor said, for the fifth time in the last hour. “You have a low-grade fever and your blood pressure…”“I don’t care what you think I should or shouldn’t do.” My voice came out rougher than I intended, my throat dry. “What I need to know is whether you can keep me on my feet for the next few hours.”He hesitated. His eyes scanned my battered body as if assessing the damage from a car accident, which wasn’t far from the truth.“I can administer strong painkillers. Morphine, perhaps. But the side effects…”“I don’t want morphine. I want something that keeps me lucid. Something that kills the pain without clouding my mind.”The doctor sighed, resigned. He opened his black case, took out a syringe and a small vial with a clear liquid.“This is a low-dose cocktail. Stimulants mixed with fast-acting analgesics. It will keep you on your feet for a few hours. But when the effect wears off…” He paused, his eyes meeting mine. “You’re going to feel every broken
Bound by Sin: The Heir & His Stepmother CHAPTER 78 — THE VEIL OF UNCERTAINTY (ERIKA)
I woke up with a bad feeling. It wasn’t the butterflies of anxiety in my stomach, nor the flutter of excitement. It was something deeper, darker — a premonition that nestled in my chest like an animal about to strike. The kind of feeling that makes you want to wrap yourself in the sheets and never leave the bed again. But I couldn’t. Today was my day. The day I, Erika Meyer, would become Erika Delyon. The day I would finally stop being “the bride” and become “the wife.” The day when all the doubts, all the whispers, all the humiliations of the past few weeks — the fake jewels, Lena’s scandal, the malicious comments in the society columns — would be swept away by the grandeur of the ceremony. At least, that was what I tried to believe. Morning light streamed through the windows of my room at my mother’s house, golden and soft, almost maternal. Outside, the gardens were impeccable, decorated with white flowers and satin ribbons. The guests would only arrive later, but the hall was a
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Tristan slept for three days.Three days of silent agony, of monitors beeping, of blood-soaked gauze being changed, of fever that rose and fell like a cruel tide. The doctor didn’t leave his side even to go to the bathroom. We took turns in exhausting shifts, each of us dealing in our own way with the possibility that the Löwe might never wake up.Anya brought coffee and talked nonstop about random things — the weather outside, a series she was binge-watching, the hair color she wanted to dye. I knew it was her way of not going insane with the silence, with Tristan’s irregular breathing, with the fear we all felt but no one dared to name.Zahir monitored the equipment in silence, his dark eyes always alert, his hands always ready to adjust a parameter, change an IV, note a change. He was methodical, patient — the opposite of me, who paced back and forth until Edda gave me a shove and told me to sit down.Edda kept guard on the perimeter but visited the recovery room every hour, her ic
Bound by Sin: The Heir & His Stepmother CHAPTER 76 — THE THREE DAYS OF THE END (AURORA)
The room was small, claustrophobic, with dark wooden walls and a barred window that looked out onto a garden I didn’t recognize. There were no books. There was no phone. There was nothing but a narrow bed, an empty nightstand, and the deafening silence of my own agony.Cassius had locked me in there after a journey that lasted hours, the car swaying along secondary roads, August in my lap, still sleepy, still confused.I protected him with my body, with my silence, with the lies I whispered in his ear.“It’s just a trip, my love. We’ll be back soon.”The pile of lies grew, and I sank into it.When we arrived, Cassius separated August from me. One of the guards took him down the corridors, and I heard my son’s crying echoing off the wooden walls, calling for me, asking for his mother.“Enough, August.” Cassius’s voice was a harsh murmur. “You will see your mother again. When I decide.”I wanted to run after him. I wanted to scream. I wanted to claw that man’s eyes out with my own nails
Bound by Sin: The Heir & His Stepmother CHAPTER 75 — THE LAST ROAR OF LÖWE (TRISTAN/LÖWE)
“Tristan, they are converging on your position.” Zahir’s voice came through the radio. “At least fifteen men, maybe more. You need to get out. Now.”“I’m getting out.”I ran. Footsteps echoed behind me. The corridor was a labyrinth, every turn a new threat. I fired blindly, trusting instinct, the precision of my weapons, and the darkness that enveloped me.A guard appeared on the left. The Nachtkönigin sang. He fell.Another on the right. Another shot. Another body.“We’re leaving the perimeter.” This time it was Luca’s voice on the radio. “The helicopter is incoming. Tristan, where are you?”“On my way.”I lied. I didn’t know where I was. The corridor forked, the lights flickered, the alarm wailed like a funeral siren. Guards appeared from all sides, armed ghosts emerging from the walls.I killed one. I killed another. I killed one more.The Nachtkönigin was hot in my hand, the magazine nearly empty. I swapped it in one fluid motion, the green bullets gleaming in the dim light.“They
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