Se connecterAt this point, Silas was helpless. Kerry had no choice but to believe Asher, even though she really didn’t want to. This wasn’t her husband—she knew this. She knew Silas like the back of her own palm, and this just wasn’t him. She tried to get off him, but the vampire hissed in protest. His eyes we
Her husband was still the way she had left him—with that damn stake in his chest. Honestly, she didn’t know whether having these men hovering over Silas was such a good idea anymore. Asher had assured her that his father and uncle would find a solution to her husband’s sudden… chaotic behaviour. At
The last thing Damien wanted was for this to happen—now, of all times. Okay, maybe he hadn’t cared about Gwen finding out the truth, but he also hadn’t expected her to throw this much of a tantrum. And certainly not in front of him. His jaw tightened as he stared at the man who had just stepped out
“I don’t give a fuck what you think,” he said, his eyes locking onto Gwen’s. “You can pack your things and get the hell out for all I care. But you’re not taking her with you. You can go alone.” Damien’s nonchalant words only angered Gwen more. Even after everything, he was still so shameless. “Ar
“What the hell do you want from us?!” Gwen screamed, her voice echoing through the space. Liz flinched beside her. She couldn’t understand how things had escalated so quickly. When she suspected her mom had found out about the affair, she had expected to be confronted, to be called a traitor. Yet D
Gwen’s face fell. Her expression was a mix of anger and disgust. She closed the space between them quickly, and Damien didn’t even try to avoid her hit. The slap landed across his face. He barely even registered it. Fine, if this was her own way of venting her anger, he would let her have it. After
Liz sat on the edge of the bed, her hands clenched in her lap, the morning light pouring through the curtains and turning everything golden. But inside her chest? Everything felt heavy, aching, slow. Her limbs were weak, her vision occasionally blurred, and her head throbbed with a dull, stubborn pa
Liz woke slowly—painfully.Every part of her body felt wrong. Her ribs throbbed. Her throat burned. Her limbs felt like something heavy and useless. Even breathing hurt. She couldn't remember ever being hurt this badly. It felt like she had to Perl her eyelids open forcefully. She was met with the w
Days begin to blur for Liz inside the Byrone mansion. Time loses its meaning. She wakes up every morning with a knot in her stomach, dresses in the plain clothes they’ve given her, and reports to whatever chore the head maid assigns. She no longer remembers what it feels like to be spoken to kindly.
Liz was tired, and Phoenix was the very last person she wanted to talk to. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t blame him. He was the one who had purchased her with money, brought her here even though he had a fiancée.When thinking about the fierce woman that had confronted her earlier that day, s







