LOGINHe killed my father. Then he married me. On our wedding night, Alessandro Romano handed me a gun. "Shoot me, or let me fuck you like you're mine.”I should have pulled the trigger. Instead, I let him tear my dress off. Let him back me against the door. Let him put his fingers inside me while he whispered every filthy thing he wanted to do to my body. I came so hard I saw stars. Then I found the police report. Proof he murdered my father when I was twelve. Proof he's been watching me ever since. I ran. Got pregnant with his baby. Hide in my stepbrother's house. Big mistake. Now the monster who gave me the best orgasm of my life is hunting me down. And my body won't stop remembering how good his hands felt on my throat.
View MoreTHE ARCHITECT OF ASH~GISELLE'S POV~I did not drink the shitty tea.I had spent the last hour staring at the potted fern in the corner of my room, wondering if the chemical cocktail I had been dumping into its soil all morning was going to kill it before the sun went down. My stomach felt sick, not from drugs, but because living a lie felt like a sore that wouldn't go away.When the lock snapped shut, I stayed still. I straightened my dress and put on the sad, obedient look Marcus wanted, even though I felt like screaming."You're up early,"Marcus entered the room looking refreshed, unlike someone who'd held his sister captive all night in a terrible facility.He looked too sharp in his grey suit, his hair neat like he was going to a business meeting, not a kidnapping. "And you look... better. The color is coming back to your face.""I slept," I lied, my voice sounding light and stable. "The tea actually helps with the dreams, Marcus. Thank you for being such an overachiever."He
THE WRONG SIDE OF THE CAGE~GISELLE'S POV~The quiet in the old Castellano house wasn't the nice, fancy kind I knew at Alessandro's. It was the kind of quiet that felt like it was waiting for something scary to happen, like a floorboard creaking or someone screaming.I looked in the mirror in my old room. It was the same room where I used to dream of a different life, away from all the bad stuff. But the person looking back at me felt like a stranger.I looked really pale and my hair was a mess. I tried to rub my cheeks to look better, but I still looked like a ghost.The door opened, and I knew it was him by his strong cologne."You're awake," Marcus said, his voice sounding so soft and gentle that it actually made the hair on my arms stand up. "I brought you some tea. Peppermint. I remembered it's the only thing that helps with your nausea."I watched him in the mirror as he walked toward me, looking like the perfect savior in his tailored grey suit, but there was something in the
THE FRAGILE ART OF FAILING~ALESSANDRO'S POV~The first thing I noticed wasn't the painful heat in my chest, but the smell. It was a strong mix of a fancy cleaning smell, lemony floor cleaner, and a hint of wood smoke that always seemed to stick to the curtains in my bedroom.I wasn't stuck in a muddy hole anymore, and I wasn't looking up at the hard rain of south pier; I was home, which usually meant I was safe. But my lungs felt like they were being scratched by something sharp every time I tried to breathe, which made me doubt if I was really safe.I wanted to moan, but it came out as a weak sound that made everything look blurry with creamy ceilings and dim yellow lights."Don't even think about moving, because Dr. Aris already put enough stitches in your side to map out a small continent, and if you tear the internal ones, I'm not helping Luca mop up the mess," A rough voice came from the dark corner, sounding mean and unsympathetic. I turned my head, which was a bad idea bec
A DITCH AT THE END OF THE WORLD~ALESSANDRO'S POV~The screen turned black, but I couldn't stop seeing Giselle's face. She looked so empty, like the truth I had been trying to ignore for eleven years was all over her.I sat on the edge of the bed in that rotting, salt-stained house, the burner phone feeling like a lead weight in my hand, and for a second, the only thing I could hear was the desperate, shitty beat of my own heart trying to beat its way out of my broken ribs."Boss? We need to move before the air in here turns into a permanent memory, because the perimeter is clear but they're long gone, and we're wasting time standing in a graveyard," Luca said, his voice coming from the doorway, cautious and low, like he was afraid that if he spoke too loudly, I would finally snap and turn the gun on myself."She called me a monster, Luca," I whispered, the words leaking out of me like blood from an open wound, and the worst part wasn't that she said it, but that for the first time i
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