LOGINDamien’s POV:
Just before Sera could answer, the big doors of the ceremonial hall are swung open. The priest walked in, he was dressed in black. He is one of the few men I still trust. He looked calm, but he was worried. He looked at Sera and his face softened with concern. Then he looked at me and gave me a nod that said; “I see the mess you’ve created.” “Ready?” he asked softly. Sera jumped and grabbed her dress. “No,” she whispered. “Yes,” I said at the same time. She snapped her head up, furious and scared. She breathed fast and stepped far away from me, she looked heartbroken. And God it destroys me. Her fear cuts deeper than any knife and it hurts me so much. “I don’t want this,” she whispered. “I know.” “Stop it then.” “I can’t.” Her eyes narrowed. “You mean you won’t.” She was right. I won’t stop not because I want to trap her, not even because of the debt or my empire but because if I do…, I’ll lose her again. The priest moved closer. “Please, come here.” Sera shook her head hard. “No.. wait..” “Sera,” I said, taking a step. She gasped and stepped back, her breathing was getting too fast and shallow. “It ends soon,” I told her. “That doesn’t help,” she snapped. “I didn’t mean it to.” Her chest rises and falls in panic. She sucks in air too fast. She looks so scared and helpless. Every thought and instinct in me wants to pull her into my arms, but I don’t. I can’t. I’ve wanted her for twelve years, and wanting her is the most dangerous part of this. “Walk over here,” I said quietly. She didn’t move. I held out my hand, but I didn't touch her. She looked at my hand like it was a blade, then she looked at my face slowly. Her voice was small but sharp. “I hate you.” It cut me deep but I didn’t flinch. “You can hate me later,” I replied. “Just stand by me now.” Her lips trembled. Then bravely, stupidly and beautifully she steps closer. She refuses my hands but she comes to my side. Good girl. _____ The priest started speaking the wedding words fast. Sera was trembling, looking at the floor. But I couldn’t stop looking at her. Every swallow, every shaky breath… I watched it all, like a man starving. “…to take this woman as your lawful wife” “I do,” I said before he finished. Sera jumped, shocked. The priest looked nervous. “And do you, Sera Hale…” “No.” Her voice shakes like she’s barely holding herself up. “I won’t say yes. I refuse.” The priest looked between us, confused. “Mr. Vescari—” “Give her a second,” I said. I turned to her and lowered my head to look her in the eye. “Sera,” I whispered, “your answer changes nothing tonight.” She was shaking. “Why make me say it then?” “Because….” My voice becomes lower “I want you to hear my vow. And I want you to hear yourself bind me to you.” I said softly. “And I want to hear you tie me to you.” Tears ran down her cheeks. “Why?” she whispered. “Why do you care so much?” My chest tightened painfully. “Because twelve years ago, you disappeared,” I said, my voice rough. “And losing you destroyed me.” Her eyes got wide. “I didn’t know you then.” “You knew enough,” I said. “And I knew everything I needed to know.” She trembled. “I don’t get it.” “You will,” I whispered. “Later.” She shook her head. “I can’t marry you.” “Yes, you can.” I lowered my voice again. “And you will. Because the second you say the words, no one can touch you.” She froze. “Your aunt planned to kidnap you,” I told her quietly. “Your dad was almost killed. Someone gave away your location. Someone wants you dead.” Her face went completely white. “If you walk out of here not married,” I continued, “you will die before you can hate me properly.” Her legs almost gave out. I made myself not reach for her. Not until she chose me. “Sera,” I said gently, “Say it.” Her voice was almost nothing. “I… do.” It was enough. The priest let out a breath. “Good. With these promises—” “Wait,” Sera whispered, turning to me. “Your promises? You said you wanted me to hear them.” The room went silent again. I stepped closer. Closer still, until I could feel her shaking. “My vow is simple,” I say, my voice low, obsessive and unbreakable. “I will protect you with my life.” “I will find who wants you dead.” “And I will destroy anyone who touches you, even if it’s someone you love.” She swayed slightly. “And Sera…” I leaned in so close my breath touched her ear. “I will never let you disappear again.” The priest quickly finished the words. “…you are now husband and wife.” Sera’s eyes blinked slowly, then they rolled back. Her whole body fell. I caught her before she hit the floor and lifted her into my arms. Her skin was cold and her breath was tiny. “Sera.” I shook her gently. “Sera.” She didn’t wake up. Luca swore, the priest panicked and the guards tensed up. And in the cold silence, a sharp, terrible fear hit me My wife had just passed out in my arms.POV: DamienI arrived exactly three minutes late.I didn't do it because I was messy or because I miscalculated or got lost. I did it because I knew Silas hated waiting. I wanted him to feel that tiny bit of frustration before he even saw my face.The old transit station looked like a skeleton picked clean by the salt and the wind. Big concrete ribs stood open to the air, and rusted train tracks cut through the cracked stone. The ocean breathed heavily just a few feet away. Silas called this "neutral ground."There is no such thing. Every corner of this place belonged to someone who wanted me dead.I got out of the car alone.I didn't show any weapons. I didn't bring a line of guards. I didn't have an army backing me up. It was just me, my boots hitting the concrete with a loud thud that echoed through the empty space. I could feel a hundred sets of eyes on me… hiding on rooftops, behind broken windows, and tucked into shadows. I heard the tiny hum of cameras. I saw drones flying so h
POV: Third PersonSilas didn’t rush traps. He built them like a piece of art.The news went out at dawn. It was sent through secret channels that were supposed to be private, which meant they were actually the fastest way to spread a rumor. It started as a whisper, then it grew into a roar that reached everyone who mattered in the city.Black Tide was offering a trade.It was clean and public. And it was a dare. Silas was promising to hand over Gideon Hale… alive.The meeting spot was an old, abandoned transit station on the coast. It was a place made of crumbling concrete and rusted metal, sitting right between the city and the ocean. Silas called it "neutral ground," but in their world, there was no such thing. Every inch of that station was a potential grave.The message had rules, of course. Silas didn't want any police, any big armies, or any surprises. He wanted Damien Vescari to come in person. He wanted him to come alone.If Damien followed the rules, Gideon would walk free.S
POV: SeraThe house was quiet.I sat alone in a small study in the west wing. It was a room Damien hardly ever used. Sunlight stretched across the floor in long, pale stripes, and dust floated in the air like nothing was wrong. I had Gideon’s files spread out on the desk again. Not the clean, polished versions Damien showed me, but the messy pieces. Old notebooks. Secret messages. Notes that were never supposed to be seen together.I had stopped crying days ago. Now, I just thought. I moved through the information slowly, like every thought could be a trap.At first, the debt seemed simple. Numbers usually are. There were lists of money sent and received. There were dates that lined up with the months after my mother died. The story I always believed was that Gideon borrowed money from Black Tide to keep us alive, to help us hide, and to buy us time.But as I looked closer, I realized the numbers were just a cover. The real debt wasn't about money. It was about silence. It was about w
POV: Damien Marrow reached out just before the sun came up. The screen on my desk flickered with static for a few seconds before the picture cleared. It was a grainy, live video feed. It had been bounced through so many different servers to hide its location that the quality was terrible, but I could see exactly what I needed to see. Gideon. He looked worse than the last time I’d seen him. He wasn't just thin; he looked like he was wasting away. His shoulders were slumped, and his head hung low, like he’d finally learned that fighting back only brought more pain. One of his eyes was swollen shut, and there was dried, dark blood on the corner of his mouth. But he was breathing. It was shallow and shaky, but he was alive. I gripped the edge of my desk so hard my knuckles turned white. A cold, sharp feeling sliced through my chest. I didn't feel relieved. Relief is for when someone is safe. Gideon was anything but safe. “When was this taken?” I asked. Marrow’s voice sounded r
POV: DualDamien:The smell of smoke is still stuck in my skin. No matter how much I scrubbed my hands, I can still smell the warehouse fire. I can still feel the heat on my face. My blood is humming with a restless, angry energy that won't go away.I’m supposed to be sleeping. I’m supposed to be resting for the next move. But my feet are moving before I even decide where to go. I find myself standing in front of Sera’s door.The hallway is dark. The whole mansion is quiet. I should turn around. I should let her sleep. But the need to see her, to make sure she’s real and safe and away from the fire, is like a weight in my chest.I knocked softly.The door opens almost immediately.Sera is standing there. She’s wearing a soft, oversized shirt, her hair a bit messy from the bed, but her eyes are wide and awake. She doesn't look like someone who was sleeping. She looks like someone who was waiting."Damien," she whispers.I don't say anything. I just step into the room, and she closes th
POV: Third PersonMarrow had learned a long time ago that just staying alive wasn't the same thing as actually living.He lived in an underground room that was cold, dark, and purposely hidden away. Black Tide used places like this for people they wanted to keep close but didn't want anyone to see. He was useful to them, but he was also someone they could throw away at any moment. The air down there smelled like damp dirt and old metal. It was the kind of place where you could scream as loud as you wanted and nobody would ever hear you.He sat at a small table with his back against the wall. His fingers tapped a slow, steady beat on the wood. It was an old habit from years of waiting for orders that usually came too late or for trouble that came too fast.Across from him, a cheap burner phone buzzed once and then went quiet.Marrow didn't pick it up right away. He knew that in this world, making someone wait was a way of showing you had power.When he finally answered, he didn't say h







