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Chapter Forty-Eight: Aftermath
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2025-05-21 00:12:00
Jhumie_writesThis chapter was a breath after the storm, a moment of stillness where whatever they had didn’t need grand declarations, only touch, silence, and passion. Emilia and Lucien have crossed an irreversible threshold, one that binds them in more than flesh. It’s in this quiet aftermath that their connection deepens, not just physically, but emotionally and spiritually. Thank you for holding space for their vulnerability. For Emilia, this wasn’t just her first time, it was a reclamation of choice, of trust, of power. For Lucien, it was surrender in its rarest form. These two broken souls are finding their way in the dark, and for the first time… they’re not alone. Stay with them. The fire is only just beginning to burn. — With all my heart, JW
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The room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of sconces against the stone walls. Emilia’s pulse quickened as the heavy doors shut behind her, sealing her in. She had been dragged through unfamiliar corridors, past faceless men whose eyes glinted like predators in the half light, until finally, she was deposited here.To meet Dario vescari. He wore power like a second skin; even if his looks give weak. it radiated from the slope of his shoulders, from the silence that wrapped the room as though it dared not defy him.He was not old, not the shadowed monster she had imagined lurking behind the name Vulture. His face was sharp, his eyes dark, thoughtful, like someone who measured every detail and missed nothing. His mouth curved in a half smile, as though he had been expecting her impatience.“Are you the Vulture?” she demanded, her voice low but steady, the words spilling out before her courage could falter. She had come this far; there was no point in circling the question.The man’s s
Sold To The Mafia Lord Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Three: The Stranger’s Estate
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Sold To The Mafia Lord Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Two: Into the Dark
The night air at Pier 17 was colder than Emilia expected, the salt heavy wind biting through her coat as if it knew she had no business being here. The waves slapped against the wooden posts, steady and merciless, their rhythm reminding her of a heartbeat, hers, rapid and unsteady.She moved carefully, her shoes quiet against the damp planks. The place smelled of rust and seawater, fish and oil. Cargo crates lined the pier like silent sentinels, shadows stretching long and jagged under the weak glow of the scattered lamps. It felt abandoned, too quiet, too still, like a stage set and waiting.Her fingers clenched tightly around the straps of her bag, where Rosa’s money was tucked inside. Now, standing here in the dark, she wondered if she had been a fool.Every step felt like a trespass. Every shadow looked alive.She kept glancing behind her, the echo of her own footsteps making her jump. The guards at the mansion had been difficult enough to slip past. Rosa’s diversion, the money sl
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The night air clung to Emilia’s skin like a second shadow. The iron gates of Lucien’s mansion closed behind her with a sound that felt final, like the last line of a vow she hadn’t meant to make. Rosa’s keys were cold in her pocket, and the bundle of bills pressed against her ribs, heavier than gold.For a moment she stood frozen, her heart pounding in her throat. She had never stepped outside these walls without Lucien by her side, without guards trailing at her back. Freedom was not sweet, it was terrifying.The street stretched wide and empty beneath the pale light of the moon. Trees shivered with a midnight breeze, and somewhere in the distance, a dog barked. Emilia pulled her coat tighter around her shoulders, lowered her head, and began to walk.Every crunch of gravel beneath her shoes sounded like an alarm bell. Every flicker of movement in the shadows made her stomach knot. She kept expecting Lucien’s voice to cut through the silence, to hear the sharp clap of his shoes on the
Sold To The Mafia Lord Chapter One Hundred and Forty: Through the Garden Gate
The mansion was a fortress. Emilia had always known it, but never until tonight had she felt the walls breathe like prison bars. Every door carried a lock, every corridor carried eyes. Lucien did not build a home; he built an empire’s citadel.Armed men paced the hallways with the discipline of soldiers, their boots striking marble in a steady rhythm. Cameras watched silently from shadowed corners, their tiny red lights like unblinking eyes. Even the gardens were alive with vigilance: guards patrolling the hedges, rifles slung across shoulders, voices low and sharp in the night air.No one left this house without Lucien knowing. Not even her. Especially not her.And yet, here she was. A queen dressed in silence, slipped out of bed as the clock hands trembled past midnight. Pier 17. Alone.Her choice had already been made.A faint smirk tugged Rosa’s mouth, though it never reached her eyes. “Entonces escúchame bien, niña… (Then listen to me well, girl. Out there is no mercy. You falte
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Morning came dressed in gold, but to Emilia, it felt like chains. The sunlight spilling through the tall windows mocked her serenity, reminding her how every moment now was borrowed, how every smile was a mask.At breakfast, Lucien sat across from her, black suit tailored to perfection, the kind of man who could silence a room with a look. He hadn’t spoken much, but his eyes had lingered on her too long, sharp as blades, unreadable as smoke. Every time she lifted her teacup, she felt the weight of his gaze drag across her skin, as though he knew she was hiding something.She forced a faint smile, playing her part. She let his hand brush hers across the table, answering softly when addressed, serene as the queen he’d shaped her to be. But inside, her thoughts were a storm.Pier 17. Alone.The message from the burner phone pulsed in her mind like a heartbeat, echoing louder with every passing second.She held her breath when his thumb stroked her knuckles. He leaned close, murmuring, “Y
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