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Healing with the monster

Healing with the monster

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last updateLast Updated : 2026-03-23
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Dark Romance

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Forbidden Love

Healing with the Monster The music at the campus party was too loud to hear my own fear. I trusted the drink my friend gave me. It was the last thing I remembered before my world went dark. That night cost me everything—my reputation, my family, and the life I once knew. Five years later, I’ve finally found a fragile peace… until tragedy strikes again, leaving me desperate to save my son. Then he appears. Julian. A man with a dark past. A man tied to my child in ways I don’t understand. A man I should fear… But can’t stop falling for. Because the deeper I fall, the more I realize the horrifying truth— He isn’t just connected to my past. He is the monster who destroyed it. Can love survive something this unforgivable… or will the truth destroy us both?

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Chapter 1

Chapter 1: The glass of Judas

The bass was a physical weight. It throbbed in the floorboards of the off-campus apartment, vibrating through the soles of my sneakers and settling in my ribs. I hated it.

"Elara, stop looking at your phone! Your parents aren't going to call fire and brimstone down on you before midnight," Emma shouted over the music, her laughter bright and infectious. She looked beautiful—full of life, her braids swinging as she danced.

I tried to smile, but my hand instinctively went to my phone in my pocket. "You know how my father is, Emma. If I’m not back by eleven, the 'Godly' lectures start at five a.m."

"Relax, babe," a new voice joined us. Dyna stepped out of the shadows of the hallway. She wasn't dancing. She was holding two plastic cups, the red liquid inside sloshing against the rim. "It’s the end of the semester. Even a minister’s daughter deserves one night of freedom."

Dyna handed me one of the cups. Her eyes were fixed on mine, steady and unblinking.

"I don't know, Dyna..." I hesitated.

"It's just punch, Elara. Non-alcoholic, just for you," Dyna insisted, her voice smooth. "Mark is already at the VIP section. He’s waiting for you to 'loosen up' so he can introduce you to the senior department heads. You want to be a good girlfriend, don't you?"

I looked across the room. Mark, my "perfect" boyfriend, was surrounded by people, laughing and looking every bit the golden boy. He didn't look my way.

"Fine," I sighed, taking the cup. "One drink."

"That's my girl," Dyna whispered.

As I raised the cup to my lips, I felt a strange prickle on the back of my neck. It was that feeling of being watched. I looked toward the darkened kitchen archway.

A man stood there. He was tall, his frame nearly filling the doorway, shrouded in a dark hoodie. I couldn't see his face, but the light from the disco ball caught a heavy, silver watch on his wrist. Even from five feet away, a scent cut through the smell of sweat and cheap cologne in the room: expensive cedarwood and something sharp, like hospital-grade antiseptic.

It was a cold scent. A clean scent.

I took a sip of the drink. It tasted sweet—too sweet, with a bitter metallic aftertaste that clung to the back of my throat.

"Go on, finish it," Dyna encouraged, her hand resting on my shoulder.

I drained the cup. Within minutes, the music changed. The thumping bass didn't feel like a heartbeat anymore; it felt like a hammer. The lights began to bleed into one another, turning the room into a kaleidoscope of terrifying colors.

"Emma?" I reached out, but my arm felt like it was made of lead.

Emma was spinning, her face blurring into a smear of brown and white. I looked for Dyna, but she was gone. I looked for Mark, and for a split second, I saw him. He was standing with Dyna, his back turned to me, his head leaning in close to hers.

"Mark..." I tried to scream, but my voice was a whisper.

The floor tilted. The world rushed up to meet me. As I began to fall, the scent of cedarwood grew stronger, wrapping around me like a shroud. A pair of strong, gloved hands caught me before I hit the ground, and the last thing I felt was the cold wind as I was carried out of the noise and into the silent, predatory night.

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35 Chapters
Chapter 1: The glass of Judas
The bass was a physical weight. It throbbed in the floorboards of the off-campus apartment, vibrating through the soles of my sneakers and settling in my ribs. I hated it."Elara, stop looking at your phone! Your parents aren't going to call fire and brimstone down on you before midnight," Emma shouted over the music, her laughter bright and infectious. She looked beautiful—full of life, her braids swinging as she danced.I tried to smile, but my hand instinctively went to my phone in my pocket. "You know how my father is, Emma. If I’m not back by eleven, the 'Godly' lectures start at five a.m.""Relax, babe," a new voice joined us. Dyna stepped out of the shadows of the hallway. She wasn't dancing. She was holding two plastic cups, the red liquid inside sloshing against the rim. "It’s the end of the semester. Even a minister’s daughter deserves one night of freedom."Dyna handed me one of the cups. Her eyes were fixed on mine, steady and unblinking."I don't know, Dyna..." I hesitate
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Chapter 2: The morning of ashes
The first thing I felt was the cold. It wasn't the fresh, morning chill of an open window, but a sterile, biting cold that smelled of iron and old shadows.My eyelids felt like they had been glued shut. When I finally forced them open, the world tilted and spun. I wasn't in my dorm room. I wasn't in Emma’s car. I was lying on a thin, stained mattress in a room that looked like an abandoned warehouse.Then, the memories hit me like a physical blow. The party. Dyna’s drink. The tall shadow with the cedarwood scent.My clothes were torn. My skin felt... different. Violated. I curled into a ball on the floor, a jagged sob tearing through my throat. I wanted to scream for Emma, but my voice was gone. I felt like a ghost inhabiting a body that no longer belonged to me.I don’t know how long I lay there before I found the strength to move. I stumbled out into the morning light, my head throbbing with a rhythmic pain that matched the heartbeat in my ears. I looked like a madwoman—mascara smea
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Chapter 3: The ghost of five years
Five Years Later...The scent of antiseptic usually made my stomach turn, a haunting reminder of the night I lost everything. But today, the sterile smell of the hospital was the only thing keeping me grounded."Mommy, can we go home now?"I looked down at Leo. At four years old, he was the only beautiful thing to come out of my wreckage. He had my curls, but his eyes... his eyes were a piercing, stormy grey that I only saw in my nightmares. Every time he looked at me, I saw the ghost of the man from the party."Soon, baby," I whispered, smoothing his hair. "We just have to wait for Dr. Julian."Leo was born with a heart defect—a literal broken heart. It was a cruel irony, considering mine had been shattered long before he was even a breath in my womb.The door opened, and Julian walked in. If there was an angel on earth, it was him. He was the opposite of every man I’d ever known: kind, transparent, and gentle. He was the one who had seen me—a disgraced, disowned single mother workin
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Chapter 4 : The price of a heartbeat
The hospital cafeteria smelled of burnt coffee and despair. I sat tucked in a corner booth, staring at the photo Julian had given me. Two brothers. One a saint, one a shadow.Josh De Luca.The name felt like shards of glass in my mouth. For five years, I had built a wall around that night, brick by painful brick. I had changed my name, moved three towns over, and dyed my hair. I had become a ghost so that the man with the silver watch could never find me again.But now, my son’s heart was failing. And the only person who could jumpstart it was the man who had broken mine."Elara? You haven't touched your tea."Julian slid into the booth across from me. He looked exhausted, his doctor’s coat wrinkled, but his eyes were still full of that gentle light that made me feel safe. He reached across the table, covering my shaking hand with his."I know it’s a lot to take in," Julian whispered. "I know my family’s name carries a certain... reputation. But Josh isn't like our father. He’s cold,
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Chapter 5: The saint and the Sinner
The silence in Josh De Luca’s office was heavy, smelling of old leather, expensive scotch, and the faint, haunting scent of cedarwood that had lived in my nightmares for five years.Standing face-to-face with Josh was like staring into a mirror of my own ruin. While Julian was all soft edges and healing hands, Josh was a jagged blade. He stood by the window, the moonlight catching the heavy silver watch on his wrist—the same watch that had been the last thing I saw before the world went black at that party so long ago."A ghost," Josh repeated, his voice a deep, gravelly rumble that seemed to vibrate the floorboards. He finally turned, his gaze raking over my midnight blue dress with a slow, predatory intensity. "I thought you’d be halfway across the world by now, Elara. Or at the bottom of the ocean. You always were too stubborn to stay buried.""Josh! Enough!" Julian stepped between us, his face flushed with a rare, burning anger. "What kind of way is that to speak to a guest? This
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Chapter 6: The glass fortress
The grand entrance hall of the De Luca estate felt less like a home and more like a mausoleum. The black marble floors were polished to a mirror finish, reflecting the jagged lightning that streaked across the sky outside.Josh’s grip on my arm was like a brand, cold and unyielding. He pulled me down the grand staircase just as the massive oak doors were kicked open.Silas Vane didn't walk in; he stormed in. He looked lethal—his hair dampened by the rain, his eyes narrowed into slits of pure, dark ice. But it was the woman he held close to his side who caught my breath.Myra Bliss.She looked exactly like her photos on the news, but the poise was gone, replaced by a raw, vibrating fear. Our eyes locked. In that split second, I didn't see a famous journalist or a billionaire’s fiancée. I saw a mirror of myself—a woman being used as a shield and a prize in a game she never asked to play."Let her go, Josh," Silas growled, his voice vibrating through the hollow hall. He didn't have a wea
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Chapter 7: The pulse of a De luca
The medical room was nothing more than a concrete box tucked into the furthest corner of the warehouse. It smelled of ozone, old grease, and the sharp, clinical sting of antiseptic that felt out of place in such a filthy setting.My hands were still bound with zip-ties, the plastic biting into my skin until my fingers felt numb, but I didn't care. I scrambled across the floor on my knees, my breath hitching as I reached the portable cot in the center of the room."Leo!" My voice was a broken rasp.My son looked so small. At four years old, he should have been running, skinning his knees, and laughing at the world. Instead, he lay there, his skin the color of parched parchment, a plastic oxygen mask fogging with every shallow, rattling breath he took."He’s stable, Elara. But the clock is ticking against us."Julian emerged from the shadows near a stack of rusted crates. He had stripped off his expensive suit jacket, his white dress shirt rolled up to his elbows and stained with someth
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Chapter 8: The price of a life
The sterile white lights of the St. Jude’s private wing felt like needles against my eyes. After the darkness of the warehouse, the brightness was blinding, a cruel reminder that the world hadn't stopped spinning just because my heart was breaking."Clear!"The muffled shout from behind the double doors of the Trauma Room sent a jolt of electricity through me. I pressed my face against the small glass window, my breath fogging the pane.On the table, Leo looked like a doll—too small, too pale, surrounded by a forest of wires and tubes. Julian was there, his back to me, his shoulders hunched as he performed the frantic dance of a doctor fighting a losing battle."Elara, sit down."A heavy hand landed on my shoulder. I didn't have to look up to know it was Josh. He smelled of smoke and rain, his expensive wool coat ruined. He had been quiet since we arrived, a brooding shadow that refused to leave my side."He's dying, Josh," I whispered, my voice flat. "Your uncle took him into the col
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Chapter 9: The devil's ledger
The drive from the hospital to the De Luca estate was a blur of rain and silence. I sat in the back of the sleek black sedan, my hands folded tightly in my lap to stop them from shaking. Beside me, Julian was a shadow, his face illuminated only by the passing streetlights. He wasn't looking at me; he was scrolling through his tablet, likely calculating the cost of my soul.The car pulled through a set of massive iron gates that looked like the teeth of a beast. The manor was a sprawling, gothic monstrosity of stone and ivy, standing tall against the stormy sky. It didn't look like a home. It looked like a fortress."Get out," Julian said, his voice cold as he stepped out of the car.I followed him into the grand foyer. The floors were marble, the ceilings were vaulted, and the air smelled of beeswax and old money. A housekeeper in a stiff uniform appeared, taking Julian’s coat without a word."Show her to the West Wing," Julian commanded, heading toward a set of double oak doors. "And
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Chapter 10: The master of the house
The West Wing was a museum of cold luxury. The bed was draped in silk that felt like ice against my skin, and the wardrobe was filled with clothes that cost more than my apartment building.I stood in front of the full-length mirror, staring at the woman looking back. Martha had forced me into a dress the color of bruised plums—deep, dark purple with a neckline that dipped dangerously low. It didn't feel like me. It felt like a costume."The Master is ready for you." Martha’s voice was like gravel.I followed her down the winding corridor to the study. When I stepped inside, the room was lit only by the fireplace and a single lamp on a massive mahogany desk. Julian was sitting there, a glass of amber liquid in one hand and a medical file in the other."Sit," he said, not looking up.I sat in the velvet chair opposite him, my back straight, my hands trembling in my lap. "I want to see Leo. You promised."Julian set the file down. In the firelight, his eyes looked like molten gold. "I p
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