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Chapter Eleven: The Monster Beneath the Silk
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2025-04-23 21:25:53
Jhumie_writesWhew… that was brutal. In this chapter, we saw the darker, rawer side of Lucien, the man beneath the control, the cold mask, the silk suits. When Emilia screamed, something inside him snapped, and all bets were off. Isla thought she could play him… but she forgot one thing, Lucien Moretti doesn’t forgive. And he never lets anyone take what’s his. This was more than just a rescue. It was the moment Lucien crossed a line he didn’t even know he had. Emilia wasn’t just a possession anymore, she was his weakness. His undoing. And he would burn the world to keep her safe. But the war is only just beginning. Who sent the men? Why was Isla involved? And what does it mean now that Lucien has openly shown how much Emilia matters to him? Stay tuned… because things are about to get even bloodier.
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The house was too quiet. It was as if everyone was on edge.Even with Rosa scrubbing away the blood downstairs, even with the wounded guards stumbling through the halls, the silence pressed against Emilia’s skin like a second, suffocating layer.She stayed curled under the covers, her heart slowing but never quite settling.Across the room, Lucien was a storm contained in a body.She watched him. And he was watching her too, his trained eyes scanning for the slightest discomfort.She looked closer at the way he moved. The way he didn’t move sometimes, just stood there, fists clenched, chest rising and falling like he was wrestling himself inside his own skin.Something had shifted between them.Something dangerous.Something she didn’t have a name for yet.He wasn’t looking at her like she was a burden anymore.Or a prisoner.He was looking at her like she was something breakable.And he hated himself for it.The second phone call ended. He was putting everyone on Isla’s case, demandin
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