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Chapter Fifty-Seven Part 1: The Truth

Auteur: Eden Jeweledwolf
last update Date de publication: 2026-04-09 09:17:33

Silence. Heavy. Suffocating. Dante's hand on her throat. His eyes boring into hers.

"Answer me," he said quietly. Deadly. "When did you conceive?"

She couldn't speak. Couldn't lie. Couldn't do anything but stand there. His hand on her throat. The truth impossible to hide.

His eyes shifted. Over her shoulder. To Atlas.

Calculation visible. Pieces falling into place. The grounding sessions. The proximity. The constant presence. The connection between them.

"Atlas," Dante said. Not a question. A r
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  • Marked, Broken and Carrying his Heir   Chapter Fifty-Seven Part 4: The Truth

    The knife moved one final time. To his navel. She pressed the tip in. Then dragged. Slowly. Deliberately. Up through his abdomen. Through his chest. To his sternum. Up his throat. To his chin. Into his mouth.Dante screamed. Tried to. The sound gurgling. Blood pouring.She pulled the knife out. Watched him collapse. Watched him bleed. Watched him die. The light fading from his eyes just like the life that faded from her womb.Slowly. Painfully. The way he deserved.Her child didn't deserve what he did though. This was justice for that being.When he finally stopped moving, when the man who'd owned her, used her, destroyed her was dead, she dropped the knife.Looked around. The war room. Blood everywhere. Bodies everywhere. Isabella dead. Dante dead. Guards dead. Atlas—Atlas caught her as she collapsed. The adrenaline fading. The pain overwhelming. The blood loss, too much. From her face. From her abdomen. From everything."I've got you," he said. Lowering her carefully. "I've got you

  • Marked, Broken and Carrying his Heir   Chapter Fifty-Seven Part 3: The Truth

    Novalee lay there. Guards still holding her down until her struggles stopped and they released her. Covered in blood. Tears streaming. The knife still embedded in her abdomen. The child dying inside her while Dante's violation leaked from her body.No more Red Bride. No more Novalee. Just rage. Pure. Consuming. Maternal.Something new was born in that moment. In that pain. In that loss. In that unbearable violation. Something without a name yet. Something that would destroy everything.Her body moved. Impossibly fast. Impossibly strong. The guards holding her—she threw them off. Broke free. The pain in her abdomen—she ignored it. Pushed through it. Let it fuel her.She grabbed the first guard. Twisted his neck. Killed him instantly.The second guard lunged. Her hand went to her abdomen. To the knife still embedded there. The knife that had murdered her child. She ripped it out. The pain blinding. Blood pouring.She drove it into his throat. The same blade that killed her baby now kill

  • Marked, Broken and Carrying his Heir   Chapter Fifty-Seven Part 2: The Truth

    His hands moved to her clothes. Ripping. Tearing. Exposing her. The guards holding her down as she struggled. As she fought. As she screamed.Atlas roared. Fighting against his restraints. Against the guards. "Don't touch her! Dante, don't—""Shut him up," Dante ordered.A guard hit Atlas. Hard. Silencing him. But his eyes never left Novalee. Horror. Rage. Grief. Helplessness.Dante climbed onto the table. Over her. Between her legs being held apart by the guards. His rage, his fury, his need to punish and destroy overwhelming everything else."You betrayed me," he hissed. His hands on her exposed skin. Rough. Violent. "You fucked him. You carry his child. You made me believe it was mine. You destroyed everything. And now I destroy what you created with him."He forced himself inside her. Brutal. Violent. No preparation. No care. Just rage and punishment and ownership.Novalee screamed. The violation. The pain. The horror of being raped on a table while guards held her down. While her

  • Marked, Broken and Carrying his Heir   Chapter Fifty-Seven Part 1: The Truth

    Silence. Heavy. Suffocating. Dante's hand on her throat. His eyes boring into hers."Answer me," he said quietly. Deadly. "When did you conceive?"She couldn't speak. Couldn't lie. Couldn't do anything but stand there. His hand on her throat. The truth impossible to hide.His eyes shifted. Over her shoulder. To Atlas.Calculation visible. Pieces falling into place. The grounding sessions. The proximity. The constant presence. The connection between them."Atlas," Dante said. Not a question. A realization. "You've been grounding her. For months. Since the rebuilding. Isabella's orders. Physical release to keep her stable. To keep her functional."Atlas said nothing. Face neutral. Professional. But something flickered in his eyes. Fear. Guilt. Love.Dante saw it. "The grounding sessions. They weren't just oral. Were they? You fucked her. You took what was mine. You put your child in her. In my wife. In my property.""Dante—" Novalee started.His hand tightened on her throat. Not choking

  • Marked, Broken and Carrying his Heir   Chapter Forty-Seven Part 4: The Obsession

    Isabella watched it all. Clinical. Detached. Interested in how this played out.Dante's obsession fascinated her. The complete denial. The desperate attempts. The refusal to accept reality even when faced with absolute proof.It was psychology in action. The male ego unable to process failure. Unable to accept inadequacy. Unable to face the truth that he was lacking in the most fundamental way.And taking it out on Novalee. Using her. Positioning her. Reducing her to nothing but a womb. A vessel. A thing to prove his worth.It was cruel. Brutal. Dehumanizing.And Isabella allowed it. Watched it. Documented it mentally.Because this too was data. This too was information about how far conditioning could go. How much a person could endure. How complete the transformation could be.Novalee didn't resist. Didn't refuse. Didn't fight back even though she could. Even though she was the Red Bride. The killer. The weapon who'd executed twelve people.She just endured. Survived. Became what Da

  • Marked, Broken and Carrying his Heir   Chapter Forty-Seven Part 3: The Obsession

    Just for her. Just to make her feel good. Just to remind her that her body could feel pleasure. Could respond. Could be hers."Atlas," she breathed. Not empty. Not mechanical. Real. Present. Feeling."I'm here. I've got you. Just feel. Just be. Just let yourself have this. Let yourself feel good. You deserve this. Deserve pleasure. Deserve to feel human."She did. Let herself feel. Let herself respond. Let her body remember what it was like to be touched with care. With attention to her pleasure. With focus on making her feel good instead of using her.The pleasure built. Slow. Steady. Real. Hers.Not Dante's desperate attempts. Not his frantic need. Not his obsessive positioning.Just Atlas. At her feet. Where he belonged. Grounding her. Anchoring her. Making her feel everything."Don't stop," she whispered. "Please don't stop. I need this. Need to feel good. Feel real. Feel mine.""I won't stop. I promise. I'm here. Making you feel good. Making you remember what it's like. To have p

  • Marked, Broken and Carrying his Heir   Chapter Twelve Part 3: The Trap

    At 2:55 PM, they stood in the living room with their bags. James and Novalee with hastily packed duffels. Greysen with their prepared bag. Mateo and Jackson finishing the explosive setup."Charges are set," Mateo reported. "Pressure plates on the door. Remote detonator as backup. When Dante's peopl

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  • Marked, Broken and Carrying his Heir   Chapter Eighteen Part 1: Week Two

    PART TWO: THE BREAKING (Continued)Novalee's blood turned to ice.Dante stepped into the room. Closed the door behind him. His white eyes moved from her to Atlas, then back."I wasn't supposed to be back until tomorrow," he said conversationally. "But Mother finished her business early. So I came h

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  • Marked, Broken and Carrying his Heir   Chapter Fourteen Part 2:The Fall

    "GREYSEN!" Novalee collapsed over their body. Sobbing. Covered in their blood. "No! Come back! Please come back!"James had tears streaming down his face. His hand on Novalee's back. "Nova, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry—"Neither of them saw Dante move.The rifle butt caught James in the side of the head

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  • Marked, Broken and Carrying his Heir   Chapter Fifteen Part 1: The Cage

    PART TWO: THE BREAKINGThe helicopter landed on the roof of a building in downtown Triplicity.Not the same building as before. This one was taller, newer, more isolated. Dante owned the entire top three floors.No neighbors. No witnesses. No one to hear her scream.He dragged her out of the helico

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