LOGINViola gasped sharply. Her back arched slightly off the mattress. "Aaah..." A soft, pained sound vibrated in the back of her throat. A single tear slipped from the corner of her eye. "You're hurting me," she whispered brokenly. "Am I?" he murmured. He didn't break eye contact. He watched the way her fists twisted the bedsheets, the way her teeth sank into her lip. Beneath the agonizing pain and the freezing cold, a sudden, unfamiliar heat pooled deep in her belly. Her body was reacting to the raw dominance in his stare. It was too intense. It was too much. She broke eye contact first, staring up at the ceiling as her chest heaved. Minutes passed. The quiet room filled only with the sound of her ragged, trembling breaths. He finally lifted the ice away. He tossed the pack onto the table and picked up the small glass jar the maid had left. He scooped out a generous amount of clear, cooling gel. His large, rough hand gently wrapped around her calf. Viola’s breath hitched as he began
Viola flinched, a quiet gasp escaping her lips. "W-What are you doing?" she asked, her voice tight with panic.He completely ignored her. He gripped the hem of her long white cotton dress and began to slowly push the fabric up her legs."Please, don't," she whispered frantically, her face burning so hot she felt like she was dying.She quickly reached down, her trembling fingers wrapping around his thick wrist to stop him. It was completely useless. He didn't even pause. Sebastian just stopped moving the fabric and gave her one dark, heavy look.Viola’s breath hitched. Defeated, she slowly released her grip, her hand falling flat against the mattress.With slow, deliberate movements, the fabric slid over her shins, bunching up until it rested just above her knees.He stopped.The tension in the room spiked, turning suffocating and cold. Viola watched the muscles in his broad shoulders tighten beneath the crimson silk. His gaze was locked on her bare knees. The skin was mottled with da
Every step up the grand staircase felt like another type of punishment.Viola leaned heavily against the wall in the quiet corridor, trying to catch her breath. A sharp, burning throb radiated from her bruised knees, sending shooting pain all the way up her thighs. She desperately needed a painkiller, but there was no time.She pushed herself off the wall, dragging her aching feet until she stopped in front of the heavy mahogany door. Her heart was beating so fast she could feel it in her throat. Her face was flushed hot from the sheer exertion of walking.She raised a trembling hand and knocked softly."Come in." His deep voice bled through the thick wood.Viola turned the brass handle and pushed the door open.She stilled on the threshold.Sebastian was standing in the middle of the spacious room. The moment the door opened, his amber gaze locked directly onto hers, and time simply stopped.The morning sun poured through the glass doors behind him, illuminating the deep crimson silk
The master wing of the Hierro estate was always submerged in quiet, isolated from the rest of the sprawling mansion. The morning sun cut sharply through the tall glass doors of Sebastian’s bedroom, casting long, stark shadows across the dark wood floor.He sat leaned back in a heavy leather chair, the faint, sharp scent of gun oil hanging in the air. He wore black slacks and a deep crimson silk shirt, the top buttons left undone against the rising heat of the day. A disassembled handgun rested on the small table beside him. He held the magazine in one hand, running a clean cloth over the dark metal. The slow, rhythmic slide of fabric against steel was the only sound in the room.Mateo stood a few feet away, his hands clasped firmly behind his back as he delivered the morning report."What is my dearest father doing these days?" Sebastian asked quietly. His voice was flat, his eyes never leaving the weapon in his hands."He is secretly meeting with a few of the older bosses, Jefe," Mat
Viola bit the inside of her cheek so hard she tasted copper. Fighting through the excruciating pain, she forced her shaking legs to straighten. She stood there, unsteady, her entire body trembling as she forced herself to take a slow, agonizing step forward.The ride back to the estate was silent.When they finally arrived, Viola didn't go down for dinner. She limped straight to her room and locked the door behind her.She walked slowly into the attached bathroom and stood in front of the mirror. Her reflection looked undone. Her face was pale and exhausted, her eyes red from crying. She slowly reached down and pulled her dress over her head, letting it fall to the floor.She looked down at her knees. They were heavily bruised, turning an ugly, dark shade of purple and black from the hours spent on the unforgiving stone.She carefully stepped into the shower, letting the hot water run over her freezing, aching body.As she stood there in the quiet isolation of her bathroom, the physic
The sharp, heavy scent of melting wax and old incense always made Viola’s stomach turn.It was the smell of punishment.The massive cathedral in the heart of the city was empty, save for a few elderly nuns moving silently near the distant altar. The stained-glass windows cast long, colorful shadows across the cold stone floor, but there was absolutely no warmth in the light.Viola was on her knees.She wore a plain, long dress that covered her from her collarbones down to her ankles, her hair pulled back tightly in a neat twist. Her bare knees were pressed flush against the unforgiving stone floor near the back pews.Her mother stood over her, looking down with dead, cold eyes."You will kneel here until you understand exactly what you have done to this family," her mother hissed quietly, her voice echoing in the empty space. "You are a curse, Viola. A wicked, ungrateful wretch. You will kneel before God and beg forgiveness for the sins you have brought upon us."Viola kept her head b
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
Dinner ended exactly as it began—stiff, quiet, and suffocating.Viola didn’t wait for Vanessa or her mother to stand up. The moment Rafael pushed his chair back, she slipped away from the table. She kept her head down, tracing the edge of the hallway until she found the heavy glass doors leading to
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