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60: The King's Territory
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2025-04-17 00:00:04
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THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME 61: Ashes Of The Night Before
The morning was bright—deceptively bright, as if the events of last night had never happened. The sun hung high, casting golden light over the estate, birds chirped in the distance, and the scent of fresh dew clung to the air.But the only evidence of the blood spilled in the dark hours before lay in the red stains the housekeepers were scrubbing off the stone pathways."Twenty-one men," one of the younger maids whispered, glancing over her shoulder as she wrung out her cloth, the water in her bucket turning pink. "That’s what Mr Collins said."Another housekeeper, older and more experienced, clicked her tongue. "And not one of them managed to step past the second courtyard.""They said snipers took them out before they even reached the main house.""Who were they?""Idiots, clearly."A gardener, kneeling beside a row of blood-speckled roses, muttered, "Only fools come for Luca Avancii in his own home and expect to leave alive."The staff exchanged uneasy glances as they worked. Some
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-17THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME 62: His Wrath
Maria had just stepped out of the shower when her phone vibrated on the vanity counter. Wrapped in a short robe, she picked it up, her fingers already expecting a message from Luca or one of the estate staff.But when she saw the sender—an unknown number—her stomach twisted.Unknown: We need to talk. It’s about Luca. It’s important.Her pulse quickened. The text was vague, but the weight of it was enough to send a chill down her spine. Who the hell—?Her instincts told her to ignore it. Could be a trap. Could be nothing.But something gnawed at her, an uneasy curiosity that she couldn’t shake.Maria walked over to her laptop, typing the number into a tracing database. A minute later, the result flashed on the screen.Edwards Kale.Her mouth went dry.Why the hell is he texting me?She hadn’t spoken to Edwards in months, not since he tried to ruin her image at the ball. He had humiliat
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-18THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME 63: The Ice Between Us
The bed was cold.Maria stirred beneath the sheets, blinking against the morning light filtering through the curtains. Her hand instinctively reached across the mattress, searching for warmth, for the familiar solid presence of Luca.Nothing.Her stomach clenched.She sat up slowly, pushing back her hair as she glanced toward the en-suite bathroom. The door was open. Empty.He left.A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she turned to the nightstand. His watch was gone. His phone charger was missing.Luca always left something behind when he was in a rush—his cufflinks, his laptop, something. But today? It was as if he had made sure not to leave a single trace of himself in their bedroom.Maria swallowed hard.He was still angry.She had known it last night, had felt it in the way he looked at her, in the way he let her go without a second glance.But some part of her had foolishly
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-18THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME 64: Breaking Through The Ice
The house felt different.Luca was here, but it felt as if he wasn’t.Maria sat on the edge of their bed, her hands gripping the smooth satin sheets, letting the fabric slip between her fingers as she listened to the distant hum of the estate’s staff moving through the halls. The space beside her was empty. Had been empty for two nights now.Luca had barely spoken to her since their fight.No soft murmurs in the morning, no casual touches when they passed each other, no Luca.He was present, but unreachable.Maria wasn’t sure how much more of it she could take.Her fingers curled into fists, gripping the satin beneath her as frustration, guilt, and a dull ache all settled in her chest.Enough.She had always known how to handle Luca when he was angry. When his temper burned hot, she could cool it. When he was raging, she could talk him down.But this?This quiet, cold distance?
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-19THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME 65: The Weight Of Secrets
Maria stirred, yawning as she stretched beneath the sheets as the faintest morning light seeped through the curtains. The bed felt too large, too empty, and instinctively, she reached out beside her—only to feel nothing but the lingering warmth where Luca had been.Her eyes fluttered open. He was already awake.Blinking the sleep from her eyes, she turned her head toward the other side of the room. There he was—standing by the window, bathed in soft golden light. His back was to her, the rigid tension in his muscles clear even from where she lay. His hands were braced against the desk, head slightly bowed, as if he were lost in thought.Maria didn’t move immediately. She simply watched him.It was rare to see Luca like this—unguarded, unaware of her gaze. A man who always held control so tightly was now completely still, the weight of something unseen pressing heavily on him.Her heart clenched.She slipped out of bed q
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-19THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME 66:The Ghost In Black
The underground testing facility beneath RXG Dam was a fortress of steel and innovation, carved into the earth where no one but ghosts and revolutionaries walked.It was massive—a maze of reinforced tunnels and soundproofed chambers, its air thick with the scent of machine oil, metal, and the distant rush of water siphoning from the dam above.This was Luca Avancii’s true empire. Not boardrooms or polished penthouses, but a world built on power, risk, and the kind of technology that could shift the balance of industries—if not entire nations.And tonight, it all came down to one test.Luca sat at the center of the facility, arms crossed, gaze unreadable, as the SpitFire Dominion sat poised on the testing grid, its sleek obsidian-black frame gleaming under the overhead fluorescents. It was a hypercar built for absolute domination, with a reinforced carbon-fiber body, an active aero system that adjusted mid-drive, and a cockpit designed li
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-20THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME 67: The Ghost And The King
The moment stretched, long and suffocating.Gina stood in the center of the underground lab, her presence pressing against the walls like something too large to fit into reality.The dim lighting cut sharp angles over the burned side of her face, the part of her that had been claimed by fire and betrayal.The engineers—five of them—stood frozen in place, their collective shock hanging in the air like a static charge waiting to break.But no one was as silent as Luca.He hadn’t moved.Because Gina Frazer was standing there, breathing. Alive.And he had believed—truly believed—that she was dead.“Explain to me why you’re failing.”Her voice cut through the tension like a blade, sharp and unimpressed. It was the same voice that used to command entire rooms without ever needing to raise its volume.Roland swallowed, his throat bobbing visibly. “The engine won’t hold.” His voice was steady, but ther
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-20THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME 68: The Reckoning
Maria had spent years perfecting the art of control.Her words, her expressions, her very presence—all of it was calculated, deliberate, unshakable.But as she stared at the headline flashing across Sarah’s phone, she felt something cold settle in her chest."Edwards Kale Opens Up About Losing the Love of His Life—And How He’s Fighting to Win Her Back.”Maria read the words twice. Then once more.She exhaled slowly. “Who published this?”Sarah hesitated. “It’s everywhere. Business sites, tabloids, even finance columns. It’s not just a one-off interview—it’s a full-blown media campaign.”Maria’s grip on the phone tightened.Edwards had always been meticulous when it came to making a move. If he wanted to shift public perception, he wouldn’t just make a statement—he’d shape a narrative.And this? This wasn’t just about him talking to the press.This was a calculated attack.“Schedule a press conference,” Maria said coldly.Sarah frowned. “Are you sure? Responding could—”“I won’t let hi
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-22
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THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME 88: Trustfall
The city lights flickered like dying embers in the distance as Maria sprinted through the empty streets, her breath sharp, her heart hammering in her chest like it was trying to escape her ribcage. They were still behind her. She could hear them—footsteps pounding with ruthless intent, voices barking cold, clipped orders that cut through the silence of the night like gunfire. “Find her!” one of them snarled, rage lacing every syllable. Maria’s stomach twisted, a knot of panic anchoring deep in her core. She didn’t know where she was anymore—what street, what block—only that every turn felt like a trap, every shadow a threat. The city had always been big, but tonight it felt endless, merciless. The cold air sliced at her exposed skin, making every step feel like a punishment. Her shoes—cheap, worn down, barely holding together—slapped against the pavement with frantic rhythm. She had barely esc
THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME 87: Silk And Steel
Maria woke up to an unfamiliar stillness.The penthouse was too quiet, too cold, as if it had been abandoned overnight. The usual soft hum of the city that crept through the double-glazed windows felt muted today, as if the world had decided to hold its breath.Her hand instinctively reached for the other side of the bed, but it was empty. Not just empty—untouched.The sheets were smooth, still pressed, a stark contrast to her side where the blanket twisted around her legs. A chill ran down her spine, her brows knitting together as she sat up, the silk strap of her nightgown sliding down her shoulder.Edwards had come home last night, hadn’t he?She remembered waiting for him, curled up on the velvet chaise by the window, watching the minutes drag by. The clock had ticked past midnight, then one. Still, she waited. She had convinced herself that he was just busy. That was always the excuse.Important meetings.
THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME 86: How To Break A King
Miles away, in a room thick with sour smoke and the metallic stench of old blood, Mikael smiled too — but it wasn’t laughter he tasted. It was war, bitter and electric on his tongue.Mikael sat at the head of the table, one hand loose around a glass he hadn't touched. His fingers tapped once, twice — a sound like a ticking clock — then stilled. Not a man's patience. A predator's.The men gathered around him were a mix of old blood and new money, each one bringing something to the table: favors, weapons, information.But tonight, it was the man seated at the far end who commanded the most attention.Edwards Kale.He looked nothing like the arrogant bastard he once was. The man who had once dared to challenge the Avancii name now sat hunched, gaunt, a shadow of pride smoldering in his ruined eyes. His hands trembled as he shoved the folder forward — like the paper itself was poisoned — then clenched them into fists against the polished wood
THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME 85: Brother's Favorite Toy
Maria whimpered softly beneath him, her hips instinctively rocking back, greedy for every last flicker of sensation, every last pulse of him spilling into her.Slowly, reverently, Luca shifted, slipping an arm under her, gathering her close."Easy, mi amor," he rasped, his voice rough and sweet and filthy all at once.With aching tenderness, he coaxed her onto her side, spooning her against his chest.His cock slid deeper with the shift, drawing a broken gasp from both of them.He groaned low, forehead pressed to the nape of her neck."Fuck," he breathed.His hand splayed over her lower belly, protective, reverent, possessive.Maria trembled, overwhelmed, her hand flying down to cover his, threading their fingers together over the soft swell of her stomach."Mi esposa perfecta... madre de mi hijo..."(My perfect wife… mother of my child…)Maria turned blindly, seeking him, and he caugh
THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME 84: Home Is Under You
The past two weeks had settled into a rhythm—a ridiculous, clingy, over-the-top rhythm. Maria was always on the phone. If she wasn’t calling Goodness to complain about Luca eating the last of her ginger biscuits, she was on the phone with Nune as they gossiped about Ichiro’s latest death-wish stunt. And when Mafalda finally came back after a week of complete radio silence, their group chat exploded. Maria, Nune, Alexei, and Goodness had been frantic, their messages unanswered for days, their calls going straight to voicemail. Then, as if nothing had happened, Mafalda popped back into their chat with a single message: Mafalda: I live. Relief crashed through the group chat like a tidal wave. Maria: WOMAN, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? Goodness: We were about to stage a fucking rescue mission! Nune: Is he dead? Do we need to help hide the body? Alexei: Are yo
THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME 83: Love, Screaming & Something Dramatic
A few days had passed, yet it felt like mere minutes for the women.The estate, once a fortress of power and control, now stood in disarray. The grand halls, which had witnessed whispered secrets and stolen laughter, now echoed with the wails of its most beloved occupants. The very walls seemed to mourn their impending separation, shadows stretching long under the glow of the chandeliers, as if reluctant to let go of the mischief and warmth that had once filled the space.Maria, Mafalda, Nune, Alexei, and Goodness clung to one another, their arms locked in desperation as though sheer force could prevent what was inevitable. But their husbands—men who commanded entire empires, men who had the world at their feet—were wholly unimpressed by their theatrics.To them, this was inevitable.To the women, it was unbearable.Luca stood at the far end of the room, his arms crossed, cigarette burning lazily between his lips as he watched M
THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME 82: Broken Knees, Broken Kings
The room was thick with the scent of tobacco and expensive cologne, the kind that settled into leather and power. It was the kind of space where fortunes were made, alliances were tested, and destruction was decided with a single word.Malachai sat at the head of the long, obsidian conference table, fingers drumming idly against the polished surface. The dim glow from the chandelier overhead cast a golden sheen across the room, reflecting off crystal glasses filled with aged whiskey.Luca, seated to his right, flicked open his lighter, the flame briefly illuminating the sharp angles of his face before he lit his cigarette. He inhaled deeply, letting the smoke coil around him like a ghost before he passed the lighter across the table to Rafael DeSantis. Rafael took it with a nod, his own cigarette already perched between his lips.Aziel Tau leaned forward, sleeves rolled up, his forearms flexing as he tapped a few keys on his t
THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME 81: Where Power Wears A Smile
The docks were a blend of rustic charm and rugged elegance, the wooden piers weathered with years of use. Boats of various sizes bobbed gently on the water, their sails filled with the coastal breeze, creating a quiet rhythm as the waves lapped against the stone and wood. The air was thick with the scent of saltwater, a subtle reminder of the vast ocean beyond the island.The horizon stretched out in a wide arc, where the deep blue of the ocean met the sky in an endless line. The island felt like a place suspended in time, a realm apart from the rest of the world.Luca’s arm tightened around Maria’s waist, pulling her closer as he leaned in, his voice a low murmur against her ear. “Behave, unless you want to be punished again.”Maria simply nodded, her heart racing as she tried to hold her composure. This was a new world for her, a world of power and danger that she barely understood. She had to play her part, not just for herself, but
THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME 80: The Beginning Of The End
The day after Maria’s spa treatment, the tabloids exploded. The world couldn’t stop talking about her. Every moment captured by the paparazzi had its own headline. A multitude of pictures flooded the internet—Maria at the spa, her baby bump glowing in the soft, golden light of the afternoon; Maria sitting at the café, croissant halfway to her lips, sunglasses hiding her frustration. The world was obsessed, speculating, questioning every move she made.Headlines screamed:“Maria Avancii’s Baby Bump: The Real Reason She's Staying Out of the Spotlight?”“Maria Avancii’s Health: Why the Pregnant Wife of Luca Avancii Has Become a Rare Sight”“Is Maria’s Condition Keeping Her From Her Empire? A Glimpse into the Struggles of Pregnancy in the Spotlight”“Baggy Clothes: The New Trend Maria Avancii is Bringing into Fashion”Meanwhile, a different scene unfolded in Edwards Kale’s penthouse. Alone and furious, Edwards sta
