LOGINSofia D’Moreno thought her life ended when she was sold to Lucas Valentine—the ruthless king of the Canadian underworld. Locked away in a luxurious mountain mansion amidst the frozen wilderness of Quebec, she soon realizes her capture wasn't just about a debt. Sofia is the "Living Key" to a lethal bio-weapon, the Black Dragon, hidden by her ancestors. As a toxic and forbidden passion ignites between captor and captive, Sofia discovers that every touch from Lucas is a gamble between life and death. With a 12-hour poison countdown in her veins and a blood feud demanding a sacrifice, Sofia must navigate a maze of family betrayals. When the secrets of the Moreno Vault are finally bared, will their love survive the explosion, or will they become mere ashes in the snow?
View MoreIn the dark corner of the library, seeing Lucas’s smiling face and the cold gaze of the camera lens, I felt as if the ground wasn't just slipping from beneath my feet—I was entering a living grave.As Mr. Daniels’ sweaty hands tried to tear the silk strap of my dress from my shoulder, I wasn't looking at Daniels; I was staring into Lucas’s grey eyes. There was no mercy in them, only a demonic stillness."Lucas! Save me! Please!" I screamed. My voice bounced off the library bookshelves and echoed back to me.Lucas adjusted the focus on his camera lens. He said in a low voice, "Scream a little more, Sophia. The more helpless you look, the more certain Daniels’ downfall will be."Daniels gave a repulsive laugh and began to rub his face against my neck. My skin crawled with disgust. Just then, when Daniels thought he had won, Lucas turned off the camera. In an instant, the calm in his eyes vanished, replaced by a hellish rage. He lunged forward with the agility of a panther, grabbed D
As the brilliant chandeliers of the royal Quebec palace glittered like thousands of diamonds in the vast ballroom, I felt as if I were heading to a slaughterhouse to offer myself as a sacrifice.Standing before the mirror, I shuddered at my own reflection. For tonight, Lucas had chosen a deep navy blue silk slit dress—the fabric was so thin that every heartbeat and ragged breath was clearly visible from the outside.The back was entirely exposed, and the expert cut below the waist revealed the dark bruises on my upper thighs with every step—marks Lucas himself had pressed into my skin the night before."Beauties shouldn't cry, Sophia, especially when they are going out to hunt," Lucas’s ice-cold voice echoed behind me.He approached me with slow, deliberate steps. Dressed in a black tuxedo with his hair in a perfect, professional style—from a distance, there was no way to tell that this man could shatter a helpless girl’s world in a single night.He placed his hand on my bare should
The nightgown fell from my shoulders, pooling like a heap of silk on the floor. The reddish glow from the fireplace played strange tricks with the shadows on my bare skin. Lucas watched me—there was no forgiveness in his eyes, no mercy; only a primal hunger and the intoxication of conquest. The truth of my father’s murder whispered in my ear like a venomous snake, and Lucas was the ruthless sorcerer standing with his heel firmly on that snake’s head.He swept me up from the dining table. The sheer strength in his arms reminded me of how insignificant I was before him. He laid me down on the vast, plush carpet of the living room. The heat of the fire scorched my back on one side, while Lucas’s ice-cold gaze froze my heart on the other."Lucas... that name... tell me," I panted. Every breath felt like a scream of agony.Lucas leaned over me. He pressed his knee between my thighs, pinning me against the carpet.He bunched my hair in his fist and pulled my head back. "Truth comes at
The towel clings to my damp body, and the frantic thumping of my heart is visible even through the fabric. Lucas stands inches away, his scorching breath crashing against my forehead.His grey eyes are burning like embers—a fire that doesn't just want to sear me, but intends to turn me to ash and merge me into himself."Are you afraid, Sophia?" His voice is barely a whisper, sharp as a lethal blade.He uses one hand to brush my wet hair aside, resting his palm against my neck.His fingertips are ice-cold, but the moment they touch my skin, a jolt of electricity surges through me. I close my eyes. My subconscious is screaming at me to run, yet my disobedient body seeks refuge in this man of stone and hard muscle."I... I am not afraid," I force the words out, though my throat is as dry as a desert.Lucas gives a strange smile. With his other hand, he picks up the silk ribbon from the dressing table. "Not being afraid is foolish. Because in this palace, after the sun sets, only my












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