MasukI woke up in my own room, the events of earlier playing in my mind like a nightmare. I had driven a sword into my own chest, but I had been careful. The wound was deep enough to look fatal, yet shallow enough to keep me breathing. I had feigned death perfectly, fooling them all into thinking I was gone.
Or so I thought. Pain throbbed violently in my chest, and fresh blood still seeped through the bandages, staining the sheets red. “Miss Fyr, what you did was incredibly dangerous,” my maid whispered, her hands trembling as she tried to clean the wound. “It was the only way,” I gritted out, clutching my aching chest. “I bought us time. But I can’t stay here. If he finds out I’m alive… he won’t just kill me. He will make me wish I was dead. I have to leave the city tonight.” Just as we spoke, a faint movement caught my eye. A shadow stood motionless behind the slightly open door, listening. “Who’s there?” I demanded, forcing my voice to sound steady despite the fear clutching my heart. Silence was my only answer. Then—BAM! The door flew off its hinges with a single, powerful kick. Dust filled the air as he stepped inside. “Hello, Fyr.” Demi Shire stood there, a dark, terrifying smile playing on his lips. His eyes were pitch black, void of any light or mercy. “M-Mr. Demi…” I stammered, my blood running cold. My maid screamed, but he silenced her with a single, sharp kick, sending her crashing into the corner. “Are you crazy?!” I shrieked, scrambling backward on the bed. “Crazy?” He tilted his head, grinning wickedly. “Or were you the one trying to deceive me?” He walked closer, his large hand gently tracing the line of my hair, his touch light but terrifying. “No one escapes me,” he whispered. “What do you want from me?” I looked him straight in the eye, refusing to show how terrified I truly was. “I want you to suffer every kind of pain this world has to offer,” he replied, his voice low and dangerous. “Sharp as a knife. Deadly as poison.” “Then just kill me!” I smiled bitterly, tears stinging my eyes. “End it now!” “Death?” He chuckled darkly. “Death is too kind for a sinner like you. You don’t deserve mercy.” Suddenly, he grabbed me and threw me over his broad shoulder like I weighed nothing. “Put me down!” I screamed, kicking and struggling wildly. “I said put me the fuck down!” Without warning, he released his grip. THUD! I crashed hard onto the cold marble floor. The impact sent a jolt of agony through my back and chest, making me gasp for air. “You are a monster!” I spat out, coughing. “Monster?” He looked amused, his eyes glinting with madness. “Oh, Fyr… you haven’t seen anything yet. Let me show you exactly what kind of monster I am.” He signaled his men. One of them stepped forward and tossed a small glass bottle onto the floor near me. “What is that?” My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. “Something to make you feel… good,” he said, picking it up and walking toward me. “Drink.” I shook my head frantically, tears streaming down my face. I refused. His expression turned cold. He grabbed my jaw firmly, his fingers digging into my skin, forcing my head up. His eyes bore into mine, full of rage and possession. He pinched my mouth open, ignoring my struggles, and poured the liquid down my throat along with bitter wine. “Ghk—!” I choked, trying to spit it out, but he held me tight, forcing every drop down. My vision instantly began to blur. The room spun wildly, the edges turning black. My body felt heavy, numb, and hot all at once. As my consciousness started to fade, the last thing I saw was his cruel, satisfied smile. Even as my consciousness slipped away, I was still aware. I felt rough, coarse ropes being wrapped around my wrists, binding them tightly together. Then, my ankles were secured, leaving me completely helpless. My body felt heavy, limp like a ragdoll, but my mind was screaming in panic. This is it. He didn’t kill me. He didn’t end my suffering there and then. He kidnapped me. He wanted me alive. He wanted me breathing so he could inflict every ounce of pain he desired. I was trapped in the hands of a devil, and there was no one to save me. As I was lifted and carried away into the unknown, one terrifying thought echoed in my fading mind I am completely at his mercy now. And the worst part? I didn’t fucking know what horrors were waiting for me.As I tended to his wounds, cleaning the blood and grime from his skin, Demi’s hand rose, his broad, calloused fingers resting against my cheek."What's wrong?" I asked softly, my breath catching in my throat."Do you have any idea how people look at me?" His voice was a low, resonant rumble that vibrated through the quiet room. "To them, I’m a demon. A cold-blooded monster. No one dares to come near me unless they're begging for their life or looking to lose it.""I know," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "When I was growing up, your name was always plastered across the front page. You were on the news, on every television screen. The ghost story everyone told to keep people in line."Slowly, his hand shifted, his thumb hooking beneath my chin to tilt my face upward. Forced to look directly into his dark, piercing eyes, I didn't see the ruthless mob boss or the tyrant the underworld feared. Instead, I saw the ghost of a boy who had been forced to grow up far too fast in a
"Have you ever told Demi that Kean is the killer?" Dad asked, his voice low, gravelly, and heavy with a tension that seemed to bleed into the dimly lit room."I did. Twice already," I replied, the bitter taste of fear rising in my throat at the mere memory. "But every time I bring up his name, Demi snaps. He ends up choking me until I can barely breathe, so I learned to keep my mouth shut. I need concrete evidence, Dad. That’s the only way I can break free from this place and get back to your side where I belong.""That bastard!" Dad’s jaw clenched so hard the muscle beneath his skin twitched violently. White-hot fury flared in his dark eyes—the look of a man who had executed countless wealthy, criminal businessmen in his time, a man who dealt out vengeance to the truly evil, yet now found himself helpless to shield his own daughter.I reached across the small distance between us, wrapping my hands around his trembling knuckles to anchor him. "Dad, please. Calm down."He drew in a slo
Earlier that evening, I was sitting in the hallway watching TV when Demi returned home. His shirt was torn open across his chest, his hands raw and scratched—he looked like a man who had just crawled out of a war zone.I rushed over, guiding him toward the sofa, and knelt in front of him to inspect his injuries. "What happened?" I asked.He frowned, looking at me with a flick of disorientation, as if he wasn't used to being tended to—or having anyone genuinely worry about him. "Just a minor accident," he muttered.I didn't press for the truth. Instead, I grabbed the first-aid kit, cleaned his wounds, and carefully wrapped them in bandages."Thanks," he said, his voice clipped. "But I don't need your worry."I let out a soft sigh. Here we go again with the cold, unyielding mask. "It’s only natural for me to worry," I countered, keeping my tone cool and composed. "If something happens to you, who's left to protect me?""So that's why you're worried about me?" Demi leaned in, his fingers
The air in the manor’s sun-drenched kitchen felt thick, heavy with an unspoken, suffocating tension. As I padded across the cold marble floors, sleep still lingering at the edges of my vision, I braced myself for the usual venom. But Kaye and Stella merely stood near the counter, rigid and dead silent. There were no whispered insults, no petty cruelty, no sudden moves to corner me.Demi’s decree had taken root like a dark spell. He had drawn an absolute boundary around me, and for all their posturing, the sheer terror of his name kept their hands tied.Yet, watching them out of the corner of my eye, I knew better than to mistake their silence for surrender. Their faces were carved from cold resentment, eyes glittering with a desperate, treacherous hatred. They were plotting—I could feel it in the heavy quiet between us. But the familiar, frantic flutter of fear in my chest was gone, replaced by a strange, sharp composure. Demi had handed me his absolute authority, placing the right to
"Demi, does your mother and I mean nothing to you anymore—just because you married that wretched girl?" Kaye spat, her words dripping with venom. Those words flipped a switch inside him. Demi Shire’s gaze darkened into something primal and terrifying. His jaw clamped tight, muscle ticking against bone, before his heavy hand cracked across Kaye’s face. The impact echoed through the high-ceilinged foyer. Kaye gasped, clutching her bleeding lip as she crumpled onto the cold marble floor. "Monster! You ungrateful beast!" Stella shrieked, rushing to shelter Kaye behind her tailored skirts. "Ungrateful?" Demi hissed. A slow, terrifying smile curved his lips upwards, devoid of warmth. I stood by his side, silently observing the shattered facade. To the outside world—and to the high-society tabloids—they had always played the part of a harmonious family. But Demi had confessed the truth to me days ago: Stella was nothing more than his late father’s ambitious second wife. In the gilde
The velvet draperies of the master suite remained drawn against the morning light, shrouding the room in an oppressive shadow. Beside the mahogany four-poster bed stood Demi Shire—his looming silhouette dark against the silvered mirror. "From now on, I will not punish you," Demi said. His voice was a low, resonant rumble, heavy with absolute finality. I shifted beneath the silk sheets, searching his ruthless face for any sign of deception. "Does that mean you are willing to work with me?" He offered a single, precise nod. A quiet wave of relief washed over me. I was not naive; Demi Shire was a tyrant, a man who ruled his criminal empire with an iron grip and an unforgiving heart. Yet, in his dark world, a man’s word was his covenant. If he pledged that I was safe from his wrath, he would not break it. Still, the terms of our alliance weighed heavily on my chest. How was I supposed to banish Stella and Kaye from his manor? I might hold the title of his bride, but those two wom
After the forced wedding, something strange happened.Demi Shire had every right to treat me like his property, to demand anything he wanted from me. But he never touched me. He never forced me to do anything against my will.I sat on the edge of the bed in silence, watching him as he removed his j
The night felt endless.I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind spinning in circles. A wedding gown. Exactly the same as he requested.Why?Was he marrying someone else? But why would he care if my bruises healed? Why bring me food and force me to get better just for someone else’s weddin
The morning sun did nothing to warm me.I woke up in agony, every muscle in my body screaming in protest. As my eyes fluttered open, my blood ran cold.I wasn’t lying down. I was hanging from the ceiling.A thick rope was looped around my neck and body, holding me suspended in mid-air. My toes bare
I am Fyr Cloud.I am the eldest daughter of the prestigious Cloud Family. My mother passed away when I was young, leaving my father, the most renowned Executioner in the city, to raise me. People feared him. They bowed to his authority.But fear is a funny thing.No matter how powerful my father wa

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