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Owned By The King Of Blackwood (De Luca Series)

Owned By The King Of Blackwood (De Luca Series)

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last updateDernière mise à jour : 2026-05-06
Par:  Krystal Ink En cours
Langue: English
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Dark Romance

Steamy

Dominant

Possessive

Goodgirl

Hate to Love

Revenge

Weak to Strong

Welcome to Blackwood University, where the tuition costs a fortune, but the secrets cost your life. I thought a scholarship to the country’s most elite university was my ticket out of the shadows. I was wrong. I didn’t just walk into a school; I walked into a lion’s den. And sitting on the throne is Niccolò De Luca. Nico is beautiful, brilliant, and brutal. He is the heir to the most powerful crime syndicate on the East Coast, and he runs this campus like his personal kingdom. He breaks hearts, he breaks bones, and now, he’s decided to break me. Not because I’m the scholarship case. But because he knows who I really am. I am the daughter of the man who stole millions from the De Luca family and vanished. Nico intends to use me to lure my father out of hiding. His plan is simple: torment me until I break, make my life a living hell, and keep me under his thumb until the debt is paid in blood. But the line between hate and obsession is razor-thin. When his torment turns into possessiveness, and his taunts turn into touches I can’t refuse, the game changes. I was supposed to be his pawn, but I’m becoming his weakness. Now, with a rival family closing in on campus and my father’s enemies circling, Nico has to make a choice: Hand me over to settle the score... or burn the world down to keep me. "You think you can hide from me in the library, little mouse?" Nico whispered, his breath hot against the shell of my ear as he pinned me against the stacks. "You are living on borrowed time. And unfortunately for you, I’m the one collecting the interest."

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Omg I’m screaming, the chemistry between Nico and Elena is hot Author please update moreeeeeeeeee I found this book today and I’m obsessed, author please I need more chapters.
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Chapter 1
The rain at Blackwood University didn’t wash things clean; it just made the rot smell like wet stone.I pulled the collar of my thrifted coat tighter around my neck, ducking my head as I hurried across the cobblestone quad. Thunder rattled the stained-glass windows of the library.Keep your head down. Don’t make eye contact. You are invisible.That was the mantra, It was the only reason I was still breathing.To the registrar and the student body, I was Elena Vance, a boring transfer student from Ohio on a hardship scholarship. I was a nobody, a ghost.But to the people my father had betrayed, I was Elena Rossi, the daughter of the "The Rat." The man who had embezzled five million dollars from the De Luca crime family and vanished, leaving his nineteen-year-old daughter to fend for herself.I adjusted the strap of my bag, my knuckles turning white. I had 1 year left. One year to get my law degree, pass the bar, and disappear to a country without an extradition treaty.Blackwood was th
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Chapter 2
The hallway spun.I didn’t remember walking out of the lecture hall. One moment I was staring at the empty space where Niccolò De Luca had stood, and the next, I was stumbling through the double doors, the humid air of the corridor hitting me like a physical blow.I made it three steps before my knees gave out. I caught myself against the cold plaster wall, breathing in jagged, shallow gasps.South of France.Three words. Just three words, and he had dismantled my entire existence.My father was supposed to be in a safe house in Montenegro. That was the plan. That was what the broker had promised us when he took eighty percent of the stolen cash to craft our new identities. If Nico knew he was in France, then the broker was dead, or worse—he was on the De Luca payroll.I pressed my forehead against the wall, fighting the bile rising in my throat. Students streamed past me. A few glanced my way, their gazes lingering with that specific Blackwood mixture of curiosity and disdain, b
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Chapter 3
I stared at the closet door for a full minute before I gathered the courage to touch the handle. My hand hovered, trembling, the brass knob cool against my clammy skin.Don’t make me come get you.I recalled.I pulled the door open.I expected it to be empty, or perhaps filled with my own pathetic, thrift-store wardrobe that the movers had packed. But my boxes were still taped shut on the floor behind me.The closet was full.Rows of hangers stretched across the cedar-lined space. Coats, blouses, skirts. All of them high-end. All of them in a palette of blacks, grays, and deep blood reds.And hanging in the center, displayed like a museum piece, was a dress.It was black silk, suspended on straps no thicker than fishing line. It was the kind of dress that looked like it would pool on the floor like ink if you dropped it. No zippers, no buttons. Just a slip of fabric designed to cling to every insecurity I had.I reached out and touched the hem. It was soft, and looks obscenely expensi
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Chapter 4
I didn’t sleep.The piece of paper with my uncle’s name on it sat on the nightstand. It stared at me all night like a watching eye.Professor Arthur Vance.He was the only person who sent me a birthday card every year. He taught History. He didn't know anything about stolen money or the mafia and Nico wanted me to "ruin" him.The sun came up. The rain had stopped, but the fog was thick against the glass of the penthouse windows.I needed coffee and I needed to wake up and figure out how to survive the day.I opened my bedroom door and listened, the hallway was quiet. The heavy silence of the house made my skin prickle.I still had on the black silk dress from dinner. It was wrinkled now. I felt dirty in it, like a party favor that had been left out too long.I grabbed my old, oversized gray cardigan from my suitcase and put it on over the dress. It looked ugly, but it felt like armor.I walked down the hall, my bare feet silent on the carpet.I found the kitchen, a massive room with s
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Chapter 5
I washed my face three times, the cold water didn't stop me from shaking. I looked at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. I looked the same—same dark eyes, same mouth, same hair, but I wasn't the same anymore, I felt like a traitor. I checked the time. 9:05 AM. Class had started. I had to go in, If I didn't, Matteo’s man in the back row might get restless. I pushed open the bathroom door and walked down the hallway, the air felt thick, like I was walking underwater. I reached the double doors of the lecture hall, I could hear my uncle’s voice through the wood.I slipped inside. The hall was large and stadium-style, It was warm, about fifty students sat in rows, typing on laptops or scribbling notes. Down in the "pit," at the front of the room, was Uncle Arthur. He looked small next to the massive blackboard, he was covered in chalk dust. He waved his arms, excited about history, he loved teaching more than anything. I tried to sneak to the back row, hoping he wouldn't see
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Chapter 6
I couldn't go back to the room. I couldn't sit in that beautiful, cold cage and stare at the dress I was supposed to wear to my execution.When the SUV dropped us off at the manor, Nico disappeared into his study with Matteo to discuss business; I assumed that meant making sure my uncle stayed in police custody without bail.I took the chance to slip out the back terrace doors.I walked around the grounds aimlessly. The Blackwood estate was huge, with neatly trimmed hedges, stone fountains, and ancient oak trees.The rain had stopped, but the air was thick with mist. I hugged my arms around my chest, shivering in my thin turtleneck.I found myself near a glass structure at the edge of the East Wing gardens.The Conservatory.It was a Victorian-style greenhouse, with a rusted iron frame and foggy glass panes. Inside, a faint, warm light glowed.I didn’t plan to go inside, I just wanted to be close to the warmth, then I heard it.Music.A piano. The notes flowed over each other.It soun
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Chapter 7
The penthouse was buzzing with activity.Bianca shoved me through the double doors and into the hands of three women I had never seen before. They didn’t introduce themselves or smile, they looked at me like I was a car that needed detailing."She's wet," one woman said, wrinkling her nose at my damp hair."We have two hours," another said, checking a gold watch. "Strip."I didn’t argue. I had learned that fighting over small things wasted energy I needed for bigger issues. I let them take my wet clothes, I letI let them sit me in a chair in front of a lighted mirror that was brighter than the sun.For ninety minutes, I was a mannequin.They pulled my hair, painted my face, and sprayed mist that smelled like flowers.I stared at my reflection but didn’t recognize the girl looking back. Her skin was flawless, her lips were a deep, blood-red stain. Her eyes were smoky with charcoal and silver, making them look huge and haunted."The dress," the lead stylist snapped.She brought it out f
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Chapter 8
The venue for the initiation was not a frat house. It was Founders' Hall, a massive limestone building that looked like a mix between a courthouse and a cathedral.Tonight, violet floodlights illuminated it. A red carpet was stretched up the wide stone stairs.The SUV stopped and the door opened, the noise hit me first.It wasn't just music, it was a roar of voices, laughter, and the bass from a sound system that shook the pavement.Nico got out first. He buttoned his tuxedo jacket, looking indifferent to the flashing lights of the student press and the onlookers lining the ropes, he turned to me and held out his hand.I stared at his hand. It was the same hand that had beaten a boy bloody that morning and also the hand that had caressed my face.I took it.He pulled me out of the car.As soon as my red dress caught the light, the crowd went quiet. Then, whispers began."That's her.""The niece."Look at the dress, who does she think she is?""She looks like a whore."I stumbled as my
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Chapter 9
The morning after the Initiation, the campus felt different.I walked toward the Science Center, my eyes glued to the pavement. I was wearing my own clothes again—a black turtleneck and the gray skirt Nico had given me—because my real clothes were still missing.I felt like I was dressed in a costume of myself. Everywhere I went, conversations stopped.Heads turned.“That’s her.”“The girl from the toast.”“I heard she left with De Luca before midnight.”My face burned, they had no idea what really happened. They didn’t know about the dark room, the leather wall, or how my body had betrayed me for a man who despised my existence.I could still feel the weight of Nico’s hand on my skin.I adjusted the strap of my backpack, trying to shrink inside my coat. I just needed to get to Biology. Just one hour of looking at cells under a microscope, at least cells didn’t gossip."Elena!"The voice came from behind me.I turned around.Julian was jogging across the wet grass of the quad. He look
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Chapter 10
The Blackwood dining hall was less like a cafeteria and more like a banquet hall for minor royalty.I walked in, clutching my tray of untouched salad and sparkling water. My stomach was a knot of nerves, but I knew I had to eat. Nico’s threat about keeping my strength up wasn’t really a suggestion.The gossip from last night had transformed. The stares were different today.I found a spot at the end of a long table in the back, far away from the "Gold Coast" tables where the Heirs and their circle usually held court. I sat down, keeping my eyes on my lettuce.Just eat for ten minutes, then the library.The thought of meeting Julian later was the only thing keeping me grounded.A tray slammed down onto the table directly across from me.I flinched, water spilling over the rim of my glass.I looked up.Bianca was sitting there.She didn’t have food, she had a double espresso and a look of absolute disdain. Up close, her beauty was intimidating—flawless olive skin, lips painted a matte b
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