**SOLD. BETRAYED. CURSED.** Lyra Anderson’s uncle didn’t just betray her, he sold her to HELL. Orphaned, broken, and stripped of hope, she’s now a prized breeder in the Devil’s underworld… until her first client walks in. **Vincenzo Van Doren.** The most ruthless Mafia king in history. A monster bound by a blood curse, desperate for an heir. But the moment he sees Lyra, his world shatters. She’s not just a breeder—she’s his fated mate. And he’ll burn empires to claim her. Fate has other plans. Lyra’s first shift unleashes an unthinkable truth—she’s no ordinary Omega. She’s a Dominant, a creature of myth, and now the most hunted woman alive. For Vincenzo’s rival, Marcello, she’s the ultimate weapon. For Vincenzo, she’s the key to his salvation But when Lyra uncovers a devastating lie—that Vincenzo’s love might be nothing but a cold-blooded ruse—her trust evaporates in blood and betrayal. Will she break his curse… or become it?
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“LYRAAAA!" Meera’s scream tore through the mansion, sharp enough to shatter glass. I flinched but didn’t move, gripping the broom in my hands like a lifeline. Again. Whatever petty complaint she had this time, I wasn’t in the mood. Not today. I’ve had enough. But then, what followed was unusual. Silence. No second shout. No stomping footsteps. Just… stillness. Something was wrong. I forced myself down the stairs, my pulse hammering in my throat. The dining room doors were wide open, and the moment I stepped inside, the air turned to ice. Meera sat at the table, smirking. Uncle Zorah lounged beside her, his fingers steepled like a king on his throne. And across from them— A stranger. Old. Too old. Heavy-lidded eyes that crawled over me like damp fingers. A smile too wide, too hungry. “Ah. Here she is." Uncle Zorah slid a document across the table, the gold seal glinting under the chandelier. “Sign”. It wasn’t a request . It was a command. I stared at the paper,the seal blurring before my eyes. A contract. A marriage contract. My throat tightened. Meera twirled a strand of her around her finger,her smirk widening. “Don’t look so surprised .You really didn’t think you’d live here for free forever or did you?” “I don’t … I don’t understand but to whom??” I stammered in confusion. This was all so sudden. Then a voice shot from across the room, it was the stranger who I hadn’t paid much attention to. “Hello little bride”. I couldn’t breathe. The words "little bride" hammered in my mind, each repetition striking my chest like a warning bell. Little bride. The man’s voice dripped with mockery, his gaze a calculated caress that sent a shiver racing down my spine. I gripped the broomstick tighter, the wood pressing into my palm as if it could ground me in this bizarre reality. But this was no reality; it was a twisted farce that had been forced upon me. Uncle Zorah's cold eyes fixed on me, his silent expectation weighing heavily in the air. Meera’s insufferable smirk didn’t even try to conceal her delight. She thrived on my confusion and fear, reveling in the moment she had long anticipated—my submission. “You didn’t think you could escape this, did you?” Meera purred, her voice sweet but laced with venom. “Nothing’s free, Lyra. Not even your life.” My heart raced, a surge of rage and defiance flooding my veins. This was the moment I had dreaded: the price for years of servitude. A contract. A marriage to a man whose face I hadn’t genuinely bothered to learn until this moment. I dared to glance at the stranger again. He was old—far too old—his features sunken and pallid, resembling a corpse masquerading as a living man. His smile widened as our eyes met, the look on his face predatory, ready to pounce. He embodied everything I despised about this house, about my life, and the chains that tightened around me with every passing day. “Sign it,” Uncle Zorah said again, his voice smooth, almost dismissive. “We don’t have all day, child.” But I wasn’t going to just accept this. This was all too much. “W-why?”The word tore from my throat ragged. “I’ve done everything you asked—“ “And now you’ll do THIS.”Uncle Zorah interrupted.His voice was calm, calm but threatening. “Sign. Or lose the roof over your head.” The stranger leaned forward, his voice a low rasp that sent a prickle of dread crawling down my back. “You, my dear, are the key to securing your uncle's… future.” His smile twisted even further, and for a split second, I thought I might throw up. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for a very long time. And I’m not one for patience.” His words cut through me, sharp and final. The weight of the situation, the knowledge that I was being sold like cattle, hit me all at once, crashing through my fragile defences. The contract, the marriage, everything—it was all for a single purpose, and it wasn’t love or family. Uncle Zorah was using me to pay his debts. Ever since my parents died and my Uncle took me in, I’ve been nothing but a puppet and a slave in his hands. The room felt suffocating, the walls closing in on me. My chest tightened, my pulse racing. I wanted to scream, to tear the paper apart, to burn it. But I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. All the rage, all the frustration of living in this gilded cage for so long, surged up in me. I wouldn’t be their pawn. I wouldn’t let them decide my fate. I shoved the broomstick away from me, my fists clenched tight enough to draw blood from my palms. “No. I will not sign.” The room went still, a taut silence hanging between us. For a moment, it felt like time itself had frozen, and then the air was thick with tension. Meera’s smirk faltered just a little, a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes. But it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t enough to undo what had already been set in motion. The anger, the fire, it felt hollow. I wanted to fight, to destroy everything they stood for. But in the end, all I could feel was an overwhelming wave of helplessness, like being crushed under the weight of my defiance. “I said no,” I whispered, but the words came out weak, useless. Uncle Zorah’s eyes darkened. The stranger leaned back in his chair, his smile never fading, just widening. I was trapped. And in that moment, the truth hit me harder than any slap. There was no escaping this. No way out. I was a prisoner to an old cargo, a damn old man. “There should be a way out” I said urgently, darting my gaze from the old man to my silly head uncle. “What's the out, lyra?” And then, something snapped.Lyra povI wished I had stayed.Moon goddess, if I had known this was how it would end up, I never would’ve stepped out of that car. Never would’ve let Vincenzo’s cold hands replace Marcello’s fire. Never would’ve believed him when he said I was safer with him.“Why are you doing this to me, Vincenzo?” My voice was shaking, raw like something had clawed its way out of my throat. Tears blurred my vision, but I didn’t wipe them. What was the point?He didn’t answer.Didn’t even look at me.Just sat on the edge of that ratty mattress with a cigarette balanced between his fingers like it was the only thing keeping him alive. He brought it to his lips slowly, took a long drag, and exhaled as if I hadn’t spoken at all. The smoke curled into the air between us, a ghost of silence.“Vincenzo.” I stepped closer. My bare feet scraped against the dusty wooden floor. My voice cracked. “Talk to me.”He turned his head halfway. Not all the way. Never all the way.“Shut up, Lyra,” he muttered, the w
Marcello povI just don’t need anyone’s permission to confront Vincenzo. The thought of him with my woman for days gnaws at me like a relentless itch that I can't scratch. What stings even more is that nobody seems to acknowledge this – not even my godfather, who usually has a finger on every pulse in our circle.I sat in my worn leather chair, the surface cool against my skin, twirling a pen between my fingers as I flipped through a pile of reports and memos. The words blurred together in a haze of frustration; my focus was lost, consumed by the infuriating image of Vincenzo laughing and whispering sweet nothings in the ear of the woman I love. It had been days now, and the silence surrounding this betrayal was deafening, amplifying my anger.With a sudden burst of irritation, I tossed the papers aside, the scattering sheets creating a chaotic scene that mirrored my tumultuous thoughts. The shuffling echoed in the quiet room, a sound that felt as heavy as the weight on my chest. My g
As the music swelled and laughter filled the hall, my throat tightened. I kept my eyes down, but I could feel him.His presence was like a fire beneath my skin, drawing me in, pulling me toward him even when I knew I shouldn’t look.But I did.I risked a glance, just one.And I caught him watching me.Across the glittering room, past the nobles and silks and chandeliers — his gaze was locked on me.Not Valerie.Not the noble alphas or their perfect mates.Me.It was brief. A flicker. A ghost of something unreadable in his eyes.Then it was gone. He turned away as if it had never happened.As if I didn’t exist.Still, my pulse thundered in my ears. My grip on the tray tightened until my knuckles ached."Stop staring," I muttered to myself. "He doesn’t care. He’ll never care."But part of me whispered what if?What if that flicker meant something?What if he saw me — truly saw me — for just a second?A crash jerked me out of my thoughts. A noble had bumped into a servant, sending wine c
Claire povI watched the unfolding romance between Vincenzo and his visitor, Lyra. There was something undeniably magnetic about their connection; Vincenzo had this way of drawing her into a conversation that made it impossible for her to resist. He never allowed a moment of silence to linger between them, always eager to reassure her and pull her closer into his world.As I leaned against the doorframe, my eyes pressed against the peephole, I could feel the electric atmosphere of their exchange: laughter mingling with soft whispers, the warm glow of the dim light casting shadows around them. Suddenly, I felt a gentle but unexpected touch on my arm. My heart raced, and I froze in place, the urgency of not wanting my brother to notice sending a shiver down my spine. I inhaled sharply, my breath hitching in my throat as I carefully turned my head to see who had approached me.It was Cassandra. Her presence was both alarming and oddly comforting. I could see her striking green eyes glimm
Vincenzo povI couldn't help but grin as Lyra's hips swayed to the music, her waist twerking seductively on my laps. The confidence she'd gained since being with me was intoxicating, and I was drunk on the sight of her. My hands wandered, tracing the curves of her body as she moved, sending shivers down her spine.As she spun around, her sparkling eyes locked onto mine, a playful glimmer dancing within them as she raised an eyebrow in curious inquiry. "Who was that?" she asked, her voice husky and throaty, barely rising above the throbbing beats of the music that enveloped us like a warm, intoxicating embrace.I couldn't help but chuckle, fully aware of the subject of her intrigue. "Marcello," I replied, my voice low and smooth, each syllable dripping with a calm confidence.Lyra's eyes widened in surprise, her curiosity morphing into a hint of panic. She attempted to scramble off my lap with a flurry of limbs, but I quickly pulled her back, wrapping my arms around her waist with a ge
Marcello pov"Rebekah!!" I bellowed her name again, the sound ricocheting off the plastered walls and mingling with the cacophony of laughter and music in the air. Frantically, I swept my gaze across the crowded room, a sea of unfamiliar faces blending into a blur as I searched for that one familiar figure. With each passing moment, the rising tide of panic washed over me, my heart pounding like a frantic jackrabbit trapped in a snare. I cried out for her once more, my voice laced with urgency. "Rebekah!!"Driven by a force beyond my control, my feet propelled me forward, weaving in and out of clusters of partygoers lost in their own revelry. The pulsing rhythm of the bass thumped heavily in my chest, and the idle chatter around me faded into a dull, disorienting hum. Desperation clawed at my insides, tightening its grip with every heartbeat. Where was she? Why wasn't she responding to my calls?I navigated through the throng, feeling the warmth of bodies brushing against mine, the sc
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