Mag-log in“Pose for the portrait, Anna,” her uncle commanded. To the world, Anna was a masterpiece—beautiful, flawless, and untouchable. But behind the luxury and perfect smiles, she was a prisoner. Her uncle controlled her life, using her image as a tool for influence and power, trapping her in a world she could not escape. Anna had given up on being saved… until he appeared. A man disguised as a priest, mysterious and dangerously compelling, stepped into her world like a forbidden secret wrapped in holy robes. From the moment they met, something inside Anna began to shift—curiosity, tension, and emotions she was never allowed to feel. But he was not what he seemed. He came with a mission. As hidden truths about his past come to light, he discovers that Anna’s uncle is connected to a history of betrayal, violence, and revenge. What began as deception slowly turns into something far more dangerous. Now, with forbidden emotions growing between them and long-buried secrets resurfacing, Anna is caught between salvation and destruction. What will happen when her uncle discovers the truth? And what happens when the man she was never supposed to trust turns out to be connected to the very darkness hunting her family? In a world built on lies, faith, and power—nothing is truly holy.
view moreDarkness swallowed the mansion. Gunshots erupted wildly from every corner of the room. Anna screamed as chaos exploded around her. “Get down!” Eric shouted through the darkness. Another shot rang out. A guard collapsed heavily against the table. Carden struggled violently against the men holding him. In the confusion, one of the guards loosened his grip for a split second— That was enough. Carden slammed his elbow backward into the guard’s throat. The man choked. Carden ripped the gun from his hand and fired blindly into the darkness. A body hit the floor. “Lights! Turn the damn lights back on!” Arnold roared somewhere across the room. But nobody answered. More gunfire echoed through the mansion. Anna dropped to the floor, covering her head as shattered glass rained around her. Then suddenly— Strong hands grabbed her arm. She gasped violently. “Quiet,” a familiar voice whispered. Fred. “It’s me.” He quickly cut the ropes binding her wrists.
The silence in the room became suffocating. No one moved. No one dared to. Arnold leaned back slowly in his chair, his fingers tapping lightly against the armrest as he studied the faces before him. Carden’s chest rose heavily with anger. Eric remained still, his jaw tight. Fred stood beside Mr. Jackson with both hands raised, but his eyes never left Vera. And Anna— Anna could barely breathe. Tears burned in her eyes as the tape pressed painfully against her lips. Arnold smiled faintly. “This…” he muttered, glancing around the room, “is exactly how revenge should feel.” Carden glared at him. “You’re insane.” A guard instantly struck him across the face with a gun. Blood spilled from the corner of Carden’s lips. Anna let out a muffled cry. “Careful,” Arnold warned calmly. “You’re in no position to challenge me.” Carden spat blood onto the floor. “Go to hell.” Arnold chuckled softly. “That attitude…” He stood up slowly. “Just like your father.” The room froze. C
Below— Flames licked the wooden crates as Fred stepped back, the fire spreading quickly now. “Go,” he muttered into his comm. “Done,” Eric’s voice came through. Fred turned— And disappeared into the shadows. ⸻ In the tunnel— Carden and Eric moved fast now. No hesitation. No slowing down. The faint glow of firelight flickered through cracks ahead. “We’re close,” Eric said. Carden didn’t respond. He didn’t need to. He could feel it. Above— Arnold grabbed his gun. “Lock the exits,” he ordered sharply. “No one leaves.” The guard nodded and rushed out. Vera stood slowly. “You should be careful,” she said lightly. Arnold looked at her. “You knew,” he said. It wasn’t a question. Vera didn’t deny it. “I suspected,” she corrected. His grip tightened. “Who is it?” Vera’s gaze shifted— Landing directly on Anna. A slow smile spread across her lips. “Someone who’s willing to burn your world down for her.” “Immediately I stopped getting calls from them, they stopped
The name barely left her lips. Sister Vera smiled gently as she walked closer, her eyes fixed on Arnold. “You’ve grown reckless,” she said softly. Arnold let out a quiet chuckle. “And you’ve been away too long.” They stood facing each other now. Like old allies. “I have missed you baby, Arnold spoke. I have missed you too sugar”. Then they kissed passionately and brief. Anna’s confusion deepened. Her pulse raced. “What… is this…?” she whispered. But no one answered her. Sister Vera hung her hands around Arnold, her gaze flicking briefly toward Anna—something unreadable passing through her eyes. Then back to him. “You’re losing control,” she said. Arnold tilted his head slightly. “Am I?” he replied, almost amused. “Yes,” she said simply. “And it’s making you sloppy.” A pause. Then— Her smile widened slightly. “And you know I don’t like sloppy work.” Arnold laughed softly under his breath. For the first time— He didn’t look like a mons
Sister Vera sat alone in her small room, with so many thoughts on her mind, when a brilliant idea struck. “Oh yes the cathedral”, she said to herself. She picked up her phone to make a call. She was privileged to call the cathedral at any time because she was the oldest nun in her parish, so the
⸻ At the mansion, night time. Anna was still in the confession room, curled to the ground. The cold ground gave her chills on her skin, but nothing gave her chills more than the thought of her mom in Silicly, and Arnold already knows about that. She wouldn’t stop praying that she’s safe, tho sh
“I missed you so much, Anna.” “I can tell. That’s why you wanted to devour me,” Anna joked. They both laughed softly. “That’s the only way I could show you,” Damien replied. “Look, I brought you food,” Damien said as he sat up, pulling close the nylon he had kept on the floor before their
Damien didn’t waste a second more. With a final push of the thin fabric with his feet, he completely pulled the black sweats off, tossing them to his side. His powerful, muscular frame—now utterly bare and commanding —stood over Anna. In one swift, surprising action, he lifted Anna off the ground
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