LOGINJuggling her career and family, Thea fought to keep her marriage alive after her husband lost his job. She hired a nanny to help—never guessing she was welcoming her own replacement. “The three of us look more like a family than with you, mommy.” That was the final nail. She walked away. No custody battle. No tearful goodbyes. Just silence. And from that silence, she rose—stronger, sharper, and impossible to break. Enter Ezra Harrington. Billionaire. CEO. Her boss. Cold-blooded in more ways than one. He wants Thea—but not just in the boardroom. He’s hungry for more. Her blood sings to him. Her strength tempts him. Her fire threatens to consume him. But Thea doesn’t kneel. Not for love. Not for monsters. Not even for the devil in a custom Armani suit. Now her past is clawing back— A husband begging for a second chance. A child she never stopped loving. And a vampire boss who'd destroy the world to keep her. T.W: Dub-con, vampirism/alpha dominance, workplace relationship, dark romance etc.
View MoreEZRAI stand before the Twelve. Behind them, the Seven Chiefs perch like crows on a wire, judging, watching, waiting.The room is cold. Too quiet.Like the air itself is holding its breath.I cross my arms, staring up at them, refusing to bow. I’m already halfway buried so there's no need to bend.Lord Naskai is the first to speak.“Ezra Vale, first turned, son of the Abyss, wielder of the Old Flame—”“Can we skip the titles?” I mutter. “I get it. You’re all impressed I was kinda saved from eternal slumber and you didn't force it on me because you are too proud to go back on your words.”He ignores me.Of course.He continues, “—you’ve completed your first trial. Now, the second awaits.”I almost rolled my eyes. But still, I wait in silent anticipation.One of the shadow guards steps forward on behalf of the council as their spokesperson. “We present two options. Both… equal in weight. You will choose.”They say that like it’s fair.Like there’s a choice here at all.I know them, the
THEAI wake up with heat clawing down my spine.Like I’ve been running… or burning.Or dreaming of something I can't remember.My eyes blink open, heavy with something I can’t place. The ceiling is familiar. The light slanting through the curtains is gold, warm, soft. It’s morning.But I don’t feel rested.I feel… wrong.My throat is dry. My chest aches. Not like a cold or flu, not like something I can take medicine for but like I’ve been crying all night without knowing.Like I lost something in the dark.And now daylight has arrived but it didn’t bring it back.I sit up slowly, my limbs sluggish and sore, my skin too hot. I press the back of my hand to my forehead and pull it away quickly. Burning.Am I sick?It feels like fever, like my blood’s trying to climb out of me.But it’s not just my body.It’s my heart.There’s something… wrong with it.Like it’s trying to remember a rhythm it once danced to. Like a song I forgot the words to, but the melody still aches in my bones.I brea
EZRAWhen I wake, it’s not to chains or cold stone.It’s silk.Warm, soft, suffocating silk.The ceiling above me is polished obsidian, etched with the old markings of my house, the ones they never removed, no matter how far I fell. A chandelier dangles in the corner, the scent of nightshade oils and fresh linen clinging to the air.I blink once.Twice.No dungeon. No court. No Malik’s snoring to the left. No guards standing with virex-laced spears at the door.Just my room.The one I locked after leaving for the human world, the one they locked after my disgrace and the one I thought I'd never see again.I try to move, and a dull ache grips my limbs and my chest. Residual virex still burns in my veins and then, everything comes rushing in.Thea.The trial.The screams.The trade.Her memories.My jaw tightens so hard it clicks.They took her from me. She gave them everything.And I let her.Rage rises, thick and black in my chest.I’m going to tear this place apart even if it kills
EZRAI growl, the savage sound bursting off me before I can stop it.Raw. Feral. Wrecked.The sound echoes across the court like thunder breaking bone but it’s not anger that fuels it.It’s grief.Grief with claws and a voice.Because I just heard her say it.“Yes,” she whispered.Even that.Even her memories of me.Her voice still rings in the marrow of my bones. Shaky, honest and final.I stagger, the weight of it pulling me forward, like something just snapped in my chest. The chains dig deeper into my skin but I don’t even feel the pain anymore. I don’t feel the blood drying on my skin, the poison rotting me from the inside.All I feel is her.Leaving.Because that’s what this is.This isn’t saving me.It’s losing her forever.I drag my eyes to her, my knees nearly buckling.She stands there, fragile and steady all at once, like a candle refusing to go out in a storm.Her tears haven’t stopped.But she said it.She still said it.Her memories of me.The way I held her. The way she












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