로그인They say a wedding dress is a promise of forever. Mine felt like a shroud for the girl I used to be. I was sold into a marriage to pay for my father’s sins, expecting my wedding night to end in fear under Don Moretti. Instead, I got a massacre. Before the champagne was even poured, the doors were forced open by the city’s most feared man—Dante “The Butcher” Vane. He didn’t come to save me. He came to claim what he believed was already his. By sunrise, my husband was dead, my family home reduced to ashes, and I was taken into the hands of the man who had been watching me from the shadows long before I knew his name. “Your father didn’t just owe the Don,” he said quietly, his touch calm but controlling. “He owed me. And I’ve decided you’re the only payment I will accept.” Now I live inside his fortress—a gilded prison where fear and desire blur into something I cannot fully understand. Dante is a tyrant, a man built on power and control, who calls himself my protector while keeping me trapped in his world. But as fragments of the past begin to surface, I realize the truth is far more complicated than I was told. And the man who destroyed my life might also be hiding the key to it. Because if I am truly the widow he created… Then I may not be as powerless as he believes.
더 보기"Are you going to let him go?"Leo’s voice was too quiet. Too steady. I didn't look at him. I couldn't. My eyes were locked on that single, dark speck on the horizon where the Atlantic swallowed the sun. Dante was gone. No boat. No flare. Just a man walking into a grave he’d been digging for ten years."He was never ours to keep, Leo."I tightened my grip on the cliff’s edge. The stone was cold. Sharp. It bit into my palms, but I needed the sting to stay present. My head throbbed with the ghost of a hangover that hadn't left since Marseille. Or maybe it was just the weight of the silence."He remembered the lilies," Leo said. He kicked a loose pebble over the side. We waited. Three seconds. A faint clink against the lower shelf. "He remembered the blood.""Memory is a poison. He’s better off without us."I reached into my pocket. My fingers brushed against the heavy, cold weight of the Vane signet ring. I pulled it out. The gold was dull, caked with the dried salt of the harbor. The e
You shouldn't have come back."Dante stood on the jagged black rocks of the shore, his silhouette a jagged tear against the orange light of the burning fleet. The Purity ships were carcasses now. Steel ribs glowing red. The air tasted like scorched rubber and wet ash. I stayed three paces behind him. My lungs still burned from the saltwater. My skin was raw where the Shift-Blood had retreated, leaving me human and shivering."I wasn't going to let them kill you," I said. My voice was a dry rasp. "Not after everything."Dante didn't turn. He looked out at the graveyard of ships. "You think I wanted to be saved? You think I wanted to remember?""Dante—""The wedding. The blood on the white lilies." He finally turned. His eyes were bloodshot, the emerald glow fading into a dull, bruised blue. "I remember the safe house in Marseille. I remember the way the rain sounded on the tin roof when I pinned you against that wall. When I told you I'd never let Arthur touch you again."I stepped tow
"Don't you fucking dare die."I gripped Dante’s collar. My knuckles were white. The water was a freezing, oily weight against my chest. We were in the secondary corridor, a narrow steel throat that was rapidly choking on the Atlantic. Behind us, the brig was a soup of debris and drowned guards. Ahead, the only light came from the flickering emergency strobes of the escape trunk."Leo! Grab the railing!"The boy didn't move. He floated near the ceiling, his face pressed into the last two inches of air. He wasn't crying. He wasn't even breathing right. His skin was turning that sickly, translucent green again."The cage, Mommy. It's... it's humming."I turned. The dampening cage Miller used—the one that had held my son—was wedged against the bulkhead. It was mangled. The blue electrical arcs were gone, replaced by a low, rhythmic thrumming. The bars were thick, industrial-grade steel."I've got you." I lunged for it.The lock was jammed. The impact of the ship hitting the ocean floor ha
"Don't you dare close your eyes, Dante!"The water was already at my waist. Freezing. Thick with the smell of hydraulic fluid and dying men. The ship groaned, a deep, metal scream that vibrated through the floor of the brig. I jerked against the restraints of the Amplifier Chair. The needles in my spine burned. Every time the ship tilted, they dug deeper into the vertebrae."Bianca—" Dante’s voice was a wet rattle. He was submerged to his chest, one hand gripping the edge of my chair to keep from being swept away by the surge. "The manual... override. It’s the only way.""Where?" I slammed my head back against the headrest. "Where is it, Dante?"He pointed with his chin toward a black, circular plate on the side of the console. It sat just above the rising waterline. A single, glass eye stared out from the center of it."Vane blood." Dante coughed. A spray of red hit the surface of the rising water. "It needs... a direct sample. To confirm the Queen's release.""Arthur’s dead. Miller’
"Drop the act, Bianca! You’re a plant. A goddamn fed magnet!"Dante’s voice ripped through the roar of the downpour. He stood on the slick concrete of the pier, chest heaving, rain plastering his dark hair to his skull. He looked feral. The man she’d risked her life to find had vanished, replaced b
"B, goddamn it, stay down! You’re gonna snap your neck!"Dante’s weight crushed her into the mattress. He wasn't just holding her; he was an anchor against a hurricane. Bianca’s spine arched with a wet, grinding sound. Every vertebra fought to rotate. Her skin stretched, turning a translucent, brui
"Drop the leash. Now."Bianca’s voice didn't sound like her own. It was a hollow echo bouncing off the walls of a courtroom that shouldn't exist. She stood on a floor made of glass, suspended over a pit of churning black ink. Ahead of her, the High Judge sat on a throne of jagged obsidian. He looke
"Where the fuck did everyone go?"The question scraped against the back of Bianca’s throat, dry as sun-bleached bone. Sunlight sliced through the shattered window frames of the safe house, striking the floorboards in jagged, indifferent geometric shapes. It wasn't the warm, golden light of a mornin
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