Masuk“You are my stepbrother,” Viola whispered, her back pressing against the locked mahogany door. “Stepbrother.” The word left Sebastian’s lips like a curse. His shadow swallowed the room, caging her against the wood. He caught her chin, forcing her violet eyes to meet the ruthless amber of his. “A piece of paper doesn’t make us family, Dulzura,” he murmured, his thumb brushing her trembling lower lip. “It just makes you mine.” *************************************** Sebastian Cain Hierro doesn’t do romance. There are no gentle promises, no soft apologies, and absolutely no love games. A man bred in the violence of the cartel only understands one language: absolute, brutal control. For Viola, being dragged into his dark orbit is a terrifying awakening. She is a girl who only ever wanted to be cherished, suddenly trapped in a forbidden reality with a stepbrother who demands her complete surrender. Every touch behind closed doors is a sin. Every whisper is a command. Surviving him means playing by his twisted rules. She can have his protection, his heavy gaze, and his suffocating obsession—but he has made it dangerously clear that she can never, ever have his heart. But a girl like Viola doesn't know how to give her body without giving her soul. And when she inevitably pours all her desperate, unspoken love into a monster who is completely incapable of loving her back... where is her shattered heart supposed to go?
Lihat lebih banyakDamian let out a low chuckle."I can't believe what I am looking at," Sebastian continued, setting his glass down. "You used to be the coldest bastard in New York. Now you sit here talking about mood swings like it's a privilege. You have become an absolute fool in love."Damian just looked at him, taking a calm sip of his drink."You will understand the day you fall for someone," Damian said smoothly. "You will realize what it feels like when a person becomes more important than your own pride. It changes you."Sebastian let out a dark, effortless laugh. He leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table. His amber eyes went completely flat."I will never fall in love," Sebastian stated, his voice carrying an iron-clad certainty. "It is a liability. It makes a man weak. I will never let anyone have that kind of power over me."Damian just shook his head, that same knowing smile resting on his lips."We will see, Bash," Damian said softly. "We will see."Hours later, the dead quiet
The hot spray of the shower did nothing to wash away the tension in Sebastian’s muscles.He turned off the water, grabbed a white towel, and wrapped it low around his waist. Drops of water slid down his broad chest, tracing the sharp, dark ink of the serpent tattooed across his ribs.He dried his hair, pushed the bathroom door open, and stepped out into the dim bedroom of his New York hotel suite.He paused in the doorway.A woman was sitting gracefully on the edge of his unmade bed. She had striking green eyes and lips painted a flawless deep red. When she saw him, a slow, seductive smile spread across her face. She stood up, and without a single word, let her silk robe slip off her shoulders. It pooled on the floor, revealing sheer, black lace lingerie beneath.Sebastian barely reacted. He just started walking again, completely ignoring the display as he headed straight past her toward his open closet."What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice completely flat.Her smile faltere
The slap echoed loudly in the quiet room. It was so hard that Viola’s head whipped to the side. She stumbled, nearly falling to the marble floor, her ears ringing instantly. "You ungrateful brat," her mother hissed, stepping closer. "I gave you a roof over your head. I clothed you, I fed you, I let you live in luxury, and this is how you repay me? By talking back?" Tears instantly flooded Viola’s eyes. Her cheek burned like fire. The physical pain was sharp, but the deep, agonizing ache in her chest hurt so much worse. She slowly turned her head, looking at her mother through her blurry, tear-filled eyes. "Why?" Viola asked, her voice cracking with raw heartbreak. Her mother’s eyes narrowed. "Excuse me?" "Why do you treat me like this?" Viola cried, the heavy weight of years of neglect finally spilling over. "You love Vanessa... why don't you love me? I'm your daughter too!" Her mother just stared at her, completely unmoved by the tears streaming down Viola’s face. "If you can'
The next morning, the silence in the estate felt heavier than usual.Viola was in the middle of cleaning the dusty shelves in the library when one of the maids found her. Her mother had called for her in the main living room.A familiar knot of anxiety twisted in Viola’s stomach as she wiped the dust from her hands and made her way through the grand halls. She kept her head down, dreading whatever this was about.When she stepped into the living room, Vanessa was already there, sitting elegantly on the velvet sofa and slowly sipping from a glass of white wine. Her mother sat in the high-backed armchair opposite her, looking perfectly poised and utterly unbothered.Viola stopped near the center of the room, folding her hands in front of her.Her mother looked at her, slowly dragging her gaze from Viola’s messy hair down to her worn-out clothes."I have heard some very disturbing things, Viola," her mother began, her voice smooth but dripping with disappointment. "You are slacking these
Viola spent the rest of the day hiding in her tiny bedroom.She didn't go down for lunch, and she skipped dinner entirely. She just sat on the edge of her bed, her knees pulled tight to her chest, waiting. She expected her mother to burst through the door at any second. She expected to be dragged t
The study in the Hierro estate always smelled the same. Old leather, expensive scotch, and decaying power.Sebastian stood near the massive mahogany desk, looking out the large window that overlooked the manicured gardens. He wasn’t wearing a suit jacket, just his dark shirt, unbuttoned at the coll
Viola stood in front of the small mirror in her bedroom, her fingers gently touching her jaw.Yesterday, right after her mother’s hand had cracked across her face, Viola had run to the bathroom and desperately covered the angry red mark with cheap foundation. Now, with the makeup washed off, a fain
The heavy oak doors of the Hierro estate always felt too tall, like they were designed to make whoever walked through them feel small.Viola pulled the sleeves of her oversized sweater over her knuckles. She kept her head down, hoping her hair would fall over the sides of her face. Maybe if she sta
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