Twelve o’clock. Midnight.
The ticking of the grand clock echoed in my ears like a countdown to my own funeral.
I stood by the window, staring out at the massive estate. The night was still. Too still. As if the world was holding its breath for my answer.
The mansion was surrounded by high steel walls, electric fences, and men in black patrolling the perimeter. I had no doubt that every inch of this place was a trap dressed in luxury.
Even if I managed to escape, I wouldn’t survive five steps past that gate.
I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to stop the shaking. I didn’t want to cry again. I was tired of crying. But everything inside me screamed with helplessness.
Marry a man I barely knew—a man who had shot my father and sister.
Or watch the people who betrayed me suffer.
What kind of choice was that?
“Celeste,” I whispered to myself. “Get a grip. You need to think clearly.”
But how could I?
All I could hear was Papa screaming. All I could see was Selene’s face—distorted in pain and fear.
I hated them.
But I couldn’t let them die.
Did that make me weak?
Or human?
A soft knock came at the door.
I didn’t answer.
It creaked open anyway.
“Midnight,” Dominic said as he stepped inside.
He wasn’t wearing a suit this time. Just a black shirt with sleeves rolled up, exposing his forearms and a silver watch that glinted under the light. His mask was gone again.
He looked… normal.
But there was nothing normal about this man.
“I’m not ready,” I said stiffly, not turning to face him.
“You’ve had twelve hours.”
“Twelve hours to decide if I should sell myself into a marriage I never wanted,” I snapped, spinning around. “Forgive me if I needed more time.”
His expression remained calm. “I told you—I don’t force brides.”
“No,” I hissed. “You threaten them.”
He tilted his head, as if weighing my words. “I only gave you a choice. Marry me and save them… or walk away and watch me destroy what’s left of your family.”
“That’s not a choice. That’s blackmail.”
He stepped closer. “It’s business.”
“Don’t,” I whispered. “Don’t you dare reduce my life to a transaction.”
Dominic sighed. “I know you don’t trust me—”
“Why would I?! You drugged me, kidnapped me, and now you’re parading around as if I should be honored to be your bride!”
He closed the distance between us in two strides.
“But you’re still here,” he said darkly.
I backed away until my spine hit the wall.
“Don’t touch me,” I said shakily.
“I won’t,” he said, hands at his sides. “Not until you say yes.”
I laughed bitterly. “You’re waiting for consent like that makes you less of a monster?”
“No,” he said softly. “I’m waiting because I want you to choose me… even if it’s out of hate. I can work with hate. I can’t work with silence.”
My chest tightened.
He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a black folder with a thick gold seal.
“What’s that?” I asked warily.
“Our marriage contract,” he said. “Signed, notarized, and ready. All that’s missing is your signature.”
I stared at it.
He held it out to me, but I didn’t move.
“What do I get?” I asked suddenly.
His brows rose. “Excuse me?”
“If I sign that paper… what do I get in return? You want me to marry you? Fine. Let’s make this a real business deal.”
He studied me for a moment. Then—surprisingly—he smiled.
There was something almost amused in his expression.
“You’re learning,” he said. “Smart girl.”
“I want my father and sister alive. I want them safe. No torture, no threats, no surveillance. I want them out of your hands.”
“Done,” he said without hesitation.
“I want my café back.”
“Already bought it,” he replied. “It’s under your name again.”
That startled me. “What?”
“You left the keys on the counter the day I took you. It was easy to retrieve.”
I swallowed. “And I want my freedom.”
He paused. “You’ll have it… inside this house.”
“Not good enough.”
Dominic stepped closer, voice low. “You’ll be my wife, Celeste. The world will know it. You’ll go where I go. You’ll dine in five-star hotels, attend high-society events, fly in private jets. You’ll live like a queen.”
“I never asked to be a queen,” I said, looking away. “I just wanted a normal life.”
“Normal doesn’t exist for people like us anymore,” he said.
I felt like crying again, but I blinked back the tears.
“Last demand,” I said. “No touching. No intimacy. Not unless I say so.”
He gave a slow nod. “Done.”
I hesitated.
Was I really doing this?
Was I really about to sign my soul away?
I looked down at the folder. My fingers trembled as I took it from his hands.
“I’ll need a pen,” I whispered.
He pulled a sleek black pen from his shirt pocket and handed it to me.
I stared at the line where my name was meant to go.
“Celeste Madrigal…” I whispered to myself.
I thought of my mother.
Forgive me.
And then, with one shaky breath, I signed it.
The pen scratched across the paper like a dagger carving into my fate.
I dropped the pen as soon as it was done.
Dominic took the contract gently, folded it, and placed it in his inner coat pocket.
And then… he bowed slightly.
“To my wife,” he said.
I wanted to scream.
But instead, I stood silently as he stepped forward.
He didn’t kiss me. He didn’t even touch me.
Instead, he said something that chilled me more than anything else that night.
“I’ll take care of you now. Whether you love me or not… you belong to me.”
He turned to leave, but I called out.
“What happens now?”
He looked back over his shoulder.
“We get married. Publicly. In seven days. Until then, you stay here. My staff will attend to you. My lawyers will send you the prenup details. Oh… and one more thing.”
“What?”
“You’ll be sharing my room.”
My mouth opened in protest, but he was already gone.
The door shut behind him with a heavy click.
I collapsed onto the bed, breathless.
It was done.
I was Mrs. Dominic Villaraza—on paper, at least.
I sold my freedom to save people who never loved me.
But the worst part?
There was a twisted part of me—small, hidden, afraid—that wondered…
What if being his wife isn’t the end of me?
What if it’s just the beginning?
The cold stone walls of the villa’s hidden chamber pressed close around me, suffocating in their silence. Ten heavily armed men guarded every exit, their eyes sharp and unmoving, like wolves waiting for their prey to make a wrong move. My heart pounded violently against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat that filled the empty space, reminding me I was still trapped still a prisoner in Dominic’s ruthless game. I pressed my back against the rough wall, closing my eyes for a moment. The dim light flickered overhead, casting long shadows that danced like ghosts around me. Each breath I took tasted stale, thick with desperation. I wasn’t going to be broken not like this. Not while a single spark of hope still burned inside me. A soft murmur from the guards outside the door reminded me that time was running out. I couldn’t stay here forever, waiting for Dominic to decide my fate. I had to act. I had to escape. When the moment came, it was sudden a shift in the guards’ attention as a new visi
The late afternoon sun cast long shadows through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the villa. The golden light seemed almost cruel as it spilled across the polished floor, illuminating the cold silence that had settled in the room. I sat on the edge of the vast bed, the USB drive heavy in my hand, its weight a constant reminder of everything I had just learned. For hours, I had poured over the files—each document a fresh wound. Offshore accounts hidden in secret locations, gambling debts spiraling wildly out of control, contracts shredded without a second thought, and betrayal after betrayal piled up like a mountain of lies. Eduardo Madrigal, the man I had once called “father,” was nothing like I imagined. He was a stranger, a monster hiding behind a mask of respectability. The bitter taste of betrayal flooded my mouth as I replayed the words in my mind. How had I been so blind? How had I lived in his shadow, unaware of the darkness festering beneath? The weight of his sins pressed do
I didn’t sleep.How could I?After signing that contract, everything about my world shifted. I was no longer just Celeste Madrigal—I was the future Mrs. Villaraza.My last name would be tied to the man I feared… and, disturbingly, the man who haunted my thoughts.The morning sun peeked through the lace curtains as if mocking me for surviving another night in this golden prison. The bed was far too soft, too large. It felt like I was sinking in a dream I didn’t want to be in.A knock at the door pulled me from my spiral.Before I could speak, the door opened and a woman stepped in, not the maid from before—this one was different.She was tall, graceful, dressed in a sleek black pantsuit. Her hair was pulled back into a perfect bun and her eyes were sharp."Good morning, Miss Madrigal—rather, soon-to-be Mrs. Villaraza,” she said, her voice clipped but professional. “I’m Althea, the family’s chief coordinator. I’m in charge of your wedding preparations.”Wedding.The word hit me like a sl
Twelve o’clock. Midnight.The ticking of the grand clock echoed in my ears like a countdown to my own funeral.I stood by the window, staring out at the massive estate. The night was still. Too still. As if the world was holding its breath for my answer.The mansion was surrounded by high steel walls, electric fences, and men in black patrolling the perimeter. I had no doubt that every inch of this place was a trap dressed in luxury.Even if I managed to escape, I wouldn’t survive five steps past that gate.I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to stop the shaking. I didn’t want to cry again. I was tired of crying. But everything inside me screamed with helplessness.Marry a man I barely knew—a man who had shot my father and sister.Or watch the people who betrayed me suffer.What kind of choice was that?“Celeste,” I whispered to myself. “Get a grip. You need to think clearly.”But how could I?All I could hear was Papa screaming. All I could see was Selene’s face—distorted in pain
Darkness wrapped around me like a shroud.My stomach still burned from where he hit me, and my limbs were heavy, numb, and trembling. I wasn’t dead, but I didn’t feel alive either.Then… warmth.A soft mattress beneath my body. Velvet sheets. A scent I couldn’t place—clean, expensive, and masculine.I forced my eyes open.A grand chandelier hung from the high ceiling. The walls were lined with bookshelves and intricate golden moldings. I was lying in the biggest bed I had ever seen, wearing an unfamiliar silk robe.Where am I?Suddenly, the door creaked open.I turned my head weakly, and there he was.The masked man—Dominic. But now, his face was fully revealed.And I knew him.“You…” I murmured, voice hoarse.Dominic Villaraza. Son of Lucio Villaraza—my father's worst enemy. The boy I met only once at my mother’s funeral. He was older now, sharper, and far more dangerous.“You finally remember me.” His voice was low, amused.I tried to sit up, but my body refused. “Why… why are you do
I froze the moment our eyes met.A man sat like a king on the long sofa in our living room. He wore a black mask, hiding most of his face, but not those eyes—piercing blue, cold as ice. His gaze stabbed straight into my soul, and I was the first to look away.I couldn’t breathe.Just a few minutes ago, I was working happily at my little coffee shop.Now?Now I was kneeling on the cold tile floor, surrounded by armed men with guns. My heart thundered in my chest. I wanted to run—but I knew I wouldn’t get far.The man leaned forward, face-to-face with my pale, shaking father.“Are you going to pay me,” he said in a voice sharp and emotionless, “or should I blow your skull open?”I stiffened. His voice alone made my blood run cold.“H-Have mercy…” Papa pleaded, kneeling—kneeling—in front of him.But mercy wasn’t part of this man’s vocabulary.He kicked my father so hard that he crashed onto the floor—even after kissing the sole of the man’s shoe.I wanted to feel sorry.But how could I, w