LOGIN{TW: DARK ROMANCE, ABUSE, DADDY KINK, PSYCHOTIC, VIOLENCE. This is not your typical dark romance novel, it gets darker with each chapters so if you can't handle it, kindly exit, not all Male leads are heroes some can be your worst nightmare, if you are looking for love you won't find it here} *********************************** "Won't you like to open your gift, Bambi?" It wasn't a question. César Navarro never asked. He commanded. When Anya Esmeralda Torres untied the silk ribbon and lifted the lid of the velvet box, her world shattered. Inside, staring back at her with dead, lifeless pupils, were the green eyes of Giovanni De Luca.....the man whose gaze had made her uncomfortable all evening. Her scream ripped through the silence. "Now his eyes will never trouble you again." He said it like he'd given her a necklace. Like dismemberment was romance. Like murder was love. César Navarro, known in the underworld as Calavera, wasn't just the founder of a billion-dollar tech empire. He was the Skull—mafia heir, executioner, and obsession wrapped in a tailored suit. And Anya? She was his cage bird. His possession. His favorite game. But Anya wasn't born to be caged. She was fire—wild, defiant, desperate for freedom. And no matter how many diamonds he draped her in, she vowed to escape. The question is: can you ever run from a monster who always finds you? Or will love become the cruelest prison of all?
View More~CÉSAR POV~The smell hits me before I even cross the threshold of the bathroom.It isn't the scent of lavender bath salts. It isn't the vanilla shampoo I bought for her. It is a scent I know better than my own name. It is the scent of iron. Of wet pennies. Of life leaking out into the open air.Blood.My heart gives a single, violent kick against my ribs...a feeling I haven't felt in years. It is a warning—a siren screaming in the back of my skull."Anya!"I roar her name, the sound tearing from my throat raw and furious. I step into the bathroom, and my world stops.The scene before me is a masterpiece of tragedy. The white marble floor, usually so spotless, is slick with crimson. It pools around her like a halo, soaking into the cream silk of her nightgown, turning it a deep, heavy red.She is slumped against the vanity cabinet, her head lolled back, her eyes half-open but seeing nothing. Her face is the color of ash.And on the floor, gleaming in a pool of her own blood, is my str
~ANYA POV~I jolt awake.I don't remember falling asleep. One second, I was sitting on the window seat, whispering promises to the empty air, and the next, I was drowning in a black, suffocating slumber.I gasp, sitting up violently in the center of the massive bed. My heart is beating a desperate, broken beat against my ribs, loud enough to echo in the silent room. I am disoriented. For a heartbeat, my brain expects the damp cold of the dungeon. It expects the scurrying sound of rats and the smell of bleach.But the air here is cool and scented with lavender. The sheets tangled around my legs are made of Egyptian cotton, smooth as water.I am in the tower. I am in the gilded cage.Breathe, Anya. Breathe.I try to calm the roaring chaos in my chest, but my mind is a racetrack, accelerating with every second. The silence of this beautiful, expensive room screams at me louder than the darkness ever did.I can think clearly now. The fog of exhaustion and fever has lifted enough for me to
~ANYA POV~The door clicks shut behind him.The sound isn't a slam, but it hits me in the chest just as hard. For a moment, I don't move. I sit frozen in the center of the massive bed, clutching the silk sheets like I'm holding onto a lifeline.My stomach, finally full of food, suddenly twists and squeezes. Bile rises up my throat, threatening to bring the eggs right back up.I wipe my face, surprised to find tears there. They feel hot on my skin.Why is he doing this?My whole body still remembers the way he held me just minutes ago. I keep replaying how he looked at me while I ate...the way his eyes stayed glued to my mouth, my throat... like each swallow belonged to him.I don't know why that thought terrifies me more than the starvation in the dungeon. Down there, I was a prisoner. Up here... I am a pet.I slide off the bed. My legs are still shaky, but the soft carpet cushions my feet. I walk toward the door, intending to check if he really left it unlocked like he promised.But
~CÉSAR POV~"I'm here," she whispers against my chest.Her voice is soft. Defeated. It is the sound of a wild thing that has finally realized the cage is stronger than its claws.I hold her there, my chin resting on the top of her head. She smells of vanilla and sandalwood...the shampoo I bought for her. She feels warm, her body molding against mine through the thin silk of the nightgown. It is a domestic scene. A husband holding his wife. A lover holding his beloved.But as I stroke her hair, untangling a small knot near the nape of her neck, my mind is not here in this warm, golden-lit bedroom.It is back in the dark.I close my eyes, and I am back in the basement two days ago.I can still see her. My little Siren, curled on the cold concrete floor, her thin arms wrapped around herself, her whole body shaking like something small caught in a storm. I remember the moment I stepped inside that cell. Her face had lifted, smeared with dirt and tears, and the sound that tore out of her c






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