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The Final Bargain

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The ruins rose out of the fog like a broken skeleton. Old marble columns leaned at dangerous angles. Vines crawled over cracked walls. The air smelled like wet stone and burnt herbs. Olivia walked through the debris with steady steps, even though her hands were shaking.

This was where it began, her bloodline, her curse, her power, her nightmares.

And this was where she would end it.

The wind cut across the ruins, carrying whispers that sounded like voices. Some were her ancestors. Some were victims. Some were simply echoes of magic that refused to die.

Olivia ignored them.

She had come to negotiate with the one person who still held authority in this dying tradition, the High Priestess.

The woman who bound her bloodline in the first place.

The woman who could free her.

The woman who might kill her.

Olivia reached the center of the ruins. A circular stone platform sat half buried under rubble. A shattered moon sigil was burned into the middle. Around it, old candles still stood in crac
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    The room was too quiet.Olivia stood by the edge of Ethan’s bed, watching his chest rise and fall in slow, shallow waves. His skin looked pale, almost translucent, like he was fading out of the world inch by inch. The ritual had burned through him like acid. The bond kept him alive, but only barely.He blinked at her. His eyes were softer than she’d ever seen them.“Don’t look at me like that,” Olivia said. Her voice cracked even though she forced it steady. “You were supposed to outlive all of this.”He gave a faint smile, the kind that looked like it hurt him to make.“I was never meant to survive you.”“Stop,” she whispered, shaking her head. “Don’t talk like that.”He reached weakly for her hand. She took it before she could stop herself.His fingers trembled.His breath rattled.Then, with difficulty, he whispered:“Your daughter… remembers everything.”Olivia froze.“What do you mean?” she asked sharply. “Ethan, look at me. What does that mean?”But his eyes were sliding shut. H

  • The First Wife’s Revenge    The Betrayal Document

    The day began quietly.Too quietly.Rome’s late afternoon light spilled through the monastery windows in long, golden stripes. Olivia sat in the old library with her daughter asleep nearby, the world slow and still for once.Until the courier arrived.A plain envelope. No seal. No sender. No stamp.Just her name on the front, OLIVIA MONROE.Her pulse tightened.Something about the handwriting felt… institutional. Cold. The way lawyers wrote when they wanted to ruin your life with elegance.She opened it.Inside was a single folder stamped with three words, BLOODBOUND LEGAL ARCHIVE UNSEALED.And beneath it, the title that hit her like a punch,Olivia sat back slowly, breath thinning.She flipped the folder open.Her eyes scanned the first page.Then the second.Then the third.By the fourth, she was trembling.“Impossible,” she whispered. “No… no. This can’t be right.”The document was clear. Cold. Surgical.It stated, in simple, brutal language, Olivia was never legally married to

  • The First Wife’s Revenge    The New Oath

    The storm had not passed.Jessica’s name on the mirror still hung in Olivia’s mind like smoke that refused to clear.By morning, the monastery felt heavier, air thick, silence stretched, every corridor echoing with unspoken questions.But Olivia didn’t break.She moved with focus, strategy, and a cold, centered determination.Fear couldn’t run her operations. Not anymore.Today, she had a mission.A new order.A new code.A new foundation.The Bloodbound was dead.But the women who survived it were not.They needed something.Olivia sent out the call at sunrise.A single message delivered through private channels, encrypted, silent, crystal clear,“Come to the monastery. We begin again.”By noon, the courtyard was filled.Women from every corner of the world stepped through the arches, former wives, former captives, former soldiers of the old system. Some wore business suits. Some wore robes. Some carried their children. Some carried scars.All of them carried history.They looked at

  • The First Wife’s Revenge    The Forbidden Name

    The decree hit the world like a silent bomb.No alert.No speech.No ceremony.Just a message pushed through every private Bloodbound channel:“THE NAME IS STRUCK. SPEAK IT AND BE EXILED.”No one needed clarification.Everyone knew which name.Jessica.Olivia stood at the old monastery window, the paper still warm in her hand. The seal was red wax, the symbol carved with a single straight slash, an erasure in visual form.Ethan read it over her shoulder.He didn’t breathe for a moment.Then he said quietly, “They’re trying to sanitize the past. Standard crisis management strategy. Delete the threat, control the narrative.”Olivia didn’t blink. “It won’t work.”“Does it matter anymore?” Ethan asked, voice low, tired. “We buried that war years ago.”She looked at him, seeing the strain under his calm. “You don’t believe that.”He didn’t answer.Silence became the third person in the room, heavy, strategic, crowding the corners.Their daughter, Livia, played on the floor with a stack of

  • The First Wife’s Revenge    The Rebirth

    Rome glowed under the morning sun.Warm light hit the ancient stones, making them shine like gold. Crowds moved through the narrow streets, tourists snapping pictures, locals rushing to work, bus drivers shouting into phones. The world was loud, alive, ordinary.And in the middle of all of it, Olivia walked like a ghost reborn.Her daughter held her hand, stepping carefully, eyes wide as she studied everything, the pigeons, the fountains, the street vendors selling leather bags that were definitely fake. The girl still didn’t speak, but she communicated with small gestures. A tilt of her head. A shift of her fingers. A hum so faint only Olivia ever heard it.As they crossed Piazza Navona, Olivia felt the breeze pull at her coat. She breathed it in, fresh, warm, real.The world had forgotten the Bloodbound.No more rituals.No more councils.No more altars, no more chants, no more brides marked for sacrifice.Rome didn’t know her face.Didn’t whisper her name.Didn’t track her like an

  • The First Wife’s Revenge    The Last Oath

    The throne room felt colder than it had ever been.Not because winter had rolled in.Not because the estate was half abandoned.But because Olivia walked into it as if she had already outgrown the place.She didn’t rush. She didn’t hesitate.She stepped through the shattered marble doors with the full posture of someone who had burned through her last layer of fear. Her dress was simple, white, unadorned, command level minimalism. Her hair tied back like a CEO preparing to close a century, old company.Every surviving priest, advisor, and guard rose to their feet.Not in respect, but in strategic containment.They watched her the way executives watch a founder who has gone rogue.Olivia didn’t sit on the throne.She stood in front of it.“Let’s finalize the agenda,” she said, voice calm, sharp. “We close the Bloodbound today.”Gasps.Whispers.A ripple of panic.The old council, what remained of them, shifted uncomfortably. They had already lost their power to her weeks ago. This was

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