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Chapter Forty-Two Part 1: The Ceremony

Penulis: Eden Jeweledwolf
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-04-03 09:50:41

The church.

Beautiful. Traditional. Catholic. Where generations of Santoros had married. Where power was blessed. Where ownership became holy.

Cameras lined the walls. Professional crews. Reporters with microphones. Lights. Equipment. Everything needed to broadcast this. To the world. To Triplicity. To every family, every organization, every power player who needed to see.

This wasn't just a wedding. This was a statement. A declaration. A consolidation made public.

Dante Santoro marrying his br
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  • Marked, Broken and Carrying his Heir   Chapter Forty-Two Part 2: The Ceremony

    And there it was. The aisle. Long. White. Leading to Dante. At the altar. Waiting. Smiling. Victorious.Atlas felt her hand tighten on his arm. Saw her go still. Saw her leaving. Disappearing into function. Into performance. Into the bride."Breathe," he whispered. "I've got you. We do this together. One step at a time. You're not alone."She nodded. Barely. Then they stepped forward.Into the church. Into the ceremony. Into forever.The guests rose. Turning. Watching. Seeing the bride. Beautiful. Perfect. Radiant.Not seeing the weapon. The captive. The girl walking to her execution.Cameras tracked her progress. Red lights blinking. Recording. Broadcasting. Every step. Every moment. Sent live to screens across Triplicity. To allies. To enemies. To everyone who needed to see Dante's triumph.His beautiful bride walking toward him. Proof of his power. His control. His complete victory.They walked. Slow. Measured. Traditional. Every step deliberate. Every moment eternal. Every second

  • Marked, Broken and Carrying his Heir   Chapter Forty-Two Part 1: The Ceremony

    The church.Beautiful. Traditional. Catholic. Where generations of Santoros had married. Where power was blessed. Where ownership became holy.Cameras lined the walls. Professional crews. Reporters with microphones. Lights. Equipment. Everything needed to broadcast this. To the world. To Triplicity. To every family, every organization, every power player who needed to see.This wasn't just a wedding. This was a statement. A declaration. A consolidation made public.Dante Santoro marrying his bride. His strategist. His weapon. Showing the world his power. His control. His new order.The girl arrived in a black car. Tinted windows. Guards. Isabella beside her.She wore the dress. Ivory silk and lace. Off-shoulder. Flowing. Hair perfect. Makeup flawless. Veil in place. Ready.The bride.Mrs. Santoro-to-be.And soon to be broadcast across every screen in the criminal underworld. The beautiful bride. The perfect wife. The symbol of Dante's victory.They entered through a side door. Private

  • Marked, Broken and Carrying his Heir   Chapter Forty-One Part 6: The Last Night

    Dawn came. Gray. Cold. Final.The wedding day.Atlas had to leave. Had to return to his apartment. Shower. Change. Prepare to walk her down the aisle. To give her away.She stood at the door. Naked still. His cum dried on her thighs. His mark still inside her. Real. Chosen. Hers."I'll see you at the church," he said. "I'll be there. Ready to walk you. To give you away. Even though you're not mine to give. Even though this is wrong. I'll be there. For you. With you. However you need.""I know. Thank you. For last night. For this morning. For everything. I'll carry it with me. Today. Tomorrow. Always. You're part of me now. In ways Dante can never touch. Can never take. You're mine. And I'm yours. Even when I'm his wife. Even when everything says otherwise. We know the truth. And that's enough. It has to be enough."He kissed her. One last time. Then left.Leaving her alone. In the penthouse. On her wedding day.She showered. Finally. Washing away the night. The evidence. The choice. B

  • Marked, Broken and Carrying his Heir   Chapter Forty-One Part 5: The Last Night

    She didn't sleep. Couldn't sleep. Didn't want to waste a single moment unconscious when she could be present. Feeling. Being.They made love again. Slower this time. Quieter. Her on top now. Taking control. Riding him gently. His hands on her hips. Guiding but not controlling. Supporting. Grounding.She came looking down at him. Watching his face. Seeing him see her. Really her. Novalee. Not the weapon. Not the bride. Just her.They talked between. Whispered things. Promises. Truths."Tomorrow I become Santoro," she said. Voice quiet in the darkness. "But even as his wife. Even with his name. Even trapped in that life. I'll keep you. I'll find ways. I'll make sure—make sure this doesn't end. That you're still mine. That I'm still yours. Somehow. Some way. I promise.""You don't have to promise that," Atlas said. "I don't expect—""I do. I have to. Because you're the only thing keeping me human. The only thing keeping Novalee alive under all of it. And I can't—I won't—lose that. Lose y

  • Marked, Broken and Carrying his Heir   Chapter Forty-One Part 4: The Last Night

    Their eyes locked. Brown meeting brown. Seeing each other. Really seeing. No hiding. No performance. Just truth. Just presence. Just this."Look at me," he whispered. "Stay with me. Stay here. Be Novalee. Be you. Feel this. Feel us. Feel what it's like when someone loves you while they're inside you.""I feel it," she gasped. "I feel you. I feel—" Her voice broke. Emotion overwhelming. "I feel me. I'm here. I'm present. I'm—I'm real."His rhythm steady. Not fast. Not desperate. Just constant. Reliable. Trustworthy. His body saying what his words couldn't. That she mattered. That this mattered. That she was more than function. More than use. More than property.She was human. And loved. And chosen.Her breath came faster. Shorter. Her body tightening around him. Drawing him deeper. Her nails digging into his shoulders. Not from pain. From intensity. From feeling too much. From being too present."Atlas," she breathed. "I'm—I'm going to—""I know. I feel you. Let go. Let yourself feel i

  • Marked, Broken and Carrying his Heir   Chapter Forty-One Part 3: The Last Night

    His mouth found her breasts. Gentle. Reverent. Taking each nipple carefully. Not biting. Not claiming. Just tasting. Honoring. His tongue circling slowly while his hand cupped the other. Tender. Patient.She sighed. Soft. Real. Her back arching slightly. Not from conditioning. From want. From pleasure given, not taken. Her hand moved to his hair. Fingers threading through. Gentle. Grounding herself on him.He kissed the curve beneath. The soft underside where ribs met flesh. His hands traced her sides. Feeling her breathe. Feeling her present. Alive.She gasped. Small sound. Surprised. Like her body was remembering it could feel good. Could respond to gentleness. Her stomach muscles fluttered under his lips.Down to her stomach. Kissing the flat plane. The slight dip of her navel. His lips warm against skin that had known only use. Now knowing worship.A small moan escaped her. Unguarded. Unplanned. Her hips shifted. Restless. Anticipating. Her face soft. Eyebrows drawn together. Not

  • Marked, Broken and Carrying his Heir   Chapter Nine Part 1: The Accident

    Three days after the penthouse.Novalee sat at her desk at the storage facility, staring at nothing. Her body still ached—deep, internal pain that throbbed with every movement. The bite marks on her breasts had scabbed over but still hurt under her bra. She'd taken four ibuprofen this morning and i

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  • Marked, Broken and Carrying his Heir   Chapter Eight Part 4: The Lingerie

    Time became meaningless.He took her again an hour later. And again after that. Each time was different—different positions, different words, different ways of making her suffer. On her back. On her stomach. Bent over the edge of the bed. Against the window overlooking the city, forcing her to see

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  • Marked, Broken and Carrying his Heir   Chapter Eight Part 2: The Lingerie

    The penthouse was massive. Modern, expensive, sterile. All glass and chrome and leather. Art on the walls that probably cost more than her car. A view of the entire city spread out below like he owned it.Maybe he did."Would you like a drink?" Dante asked, moving to a well-stocked bar."No.""Wine

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  • 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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