In a world where power is measured by blood and betrayal, I thought love had no place. Then I met Raphael. Ruthless, commanding, and utterly captivating, he dragged me into his dark world, a place where enemies lurk in every shadow and danger is the only constant. But there’s more to my story than the whirlwind romance with a man like Raphael. I’m the last heir of the De Luca family—a legacy I didn’t even know I carried. A legacy cursed by a pact made long before I was born. The more I learn about my family’s past, the more I realize that my connection to Raphael isn’t a coincidence. It’s a ticking time bomb. Martin, Raphael’s greatest enemy, knows who I am. To him, I’m not just a woman. I’m a weapon—a means to destroy everything Raphael has built. As war ignites between them, I uncover secrets about myself I’m not sure I want to face. Supernatural abilities. A curse with a cost too terrible to imagine. And a choice that could save Raphael’s life… or destroy everything we both hold dear. In the end, love may not be enough. But if I have to fight to protect Raphael and break the chains of my family’s curse, then I will. Even if it means losing everything. Including myself.
Lihat lebih banyakPain flared through my wrist, as my eyes fluttered open, and immediately I noticed I was in a partially broken warehouse. The coarse ropes dug into my skin, holding my arms tight behind the chair. Panic surged, my breath coming fast and shallow as I yanked against the bindings, but they didn’t budge. My heart hammered as I looked up—and there he was. Martin. He leaned casually against the wall, his eyes fixed on me like a predator sizing up its prey. The corners of his mouth curved into a slow, sinister smile that sent a chill racing down my spine. “You’re awake.” His voice was smooth, too smooth, like oil over fire. “Good. I was getting bored.” I forced the fear down and lifted my chin. “Lwt me go bastard or you'd be a dead meat” My voice shook, but I didn’t care. “Raphael will find you. And when he does…” “Raphael?” Martin’s laugh cut me off mockingly. “You really think he’s coming for you? That’s adorable.” He stepped closer, his shadow swallowing me whole. “Your precio
Raphael walked out of the bathroom, his movements confident and measured. His damp hair was still tousled from the shower, droplets of water clinging to his skin, tracing his sculpted muscles as he entered the room. Before he could even reach the bed, his phone rang. He glanced at the screen, but before answering, he smacked my butt hard. The sound echoed in the quiet room, and my eyes widened in shock. My cheek flushed instantly, a hot rush of embarrassment spreading through me.He winked, his eyes gleaming with mischief, as he picked up the phone, placing it on speaker. His voice dropped into a low, commanding tone as he threw the phone onto the bed, stepping closer toward me.“Report,” he muttered, his eyes never leaving mine.The person on the other end trembled as they spoke, their voice shaky and panicked. “The warehouse in block 9… it’s been set on fire.” Raphael’s step faltered, his face hardening. He reached for his phone and pressed it to his ear again. “Who did it?”“Marti
The cold water splashed against my skin, jolting me awake. My lashes fluttered as I tried to focus, my vision locking onto a broad, muscled chest. Fear gripped me instantly, my body quivering until I looked up and met his piercing red eyes. Raphaels’. His gaze was dark and I felt pinned down like prey caught in a trap. “Awake?” His voice rumbled. I swallowed hard and nodded weakly. My throat burned, but it wasn’t enough to distract me from the tension radiating off him. The image of his cold stare at the ceremony flashed through my mind, and suddenly the bathroom felt suffocating. "You wanted to be rocked and kissed hard, didn’t you?" He whispered calmly as if it was just any casual question. I flinched, my lips parting, but no words came out. “You were so wet—so damn horny—you couldn’t control yourself?” His tone sharpened, sending a shiver down my spine. “N…no,” I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. “Liar.” He let out a sharp snarl, his fingers gripped my chi
He pulled away from the kiss, leaving my lips tingling and swollen. His piercing red eyes held mine a few seconds before he leaned back slightly and muttered, “Get ready. We’re leaving.” I blinked, still breathless and lightheaded. “Leaving? Where are we going?” He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he reached beneath the bed and dragged out a sleek black leather bag, tossing it onto the mattress. “Your welcoming ceremony,” he said flatly, his tone leaving no room for argument. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I nodded and quietly opened the bag. Inside, there was a stunning black dress, its silky fabric flowing like liquid darkness. Minutes later, we walked side by side down a wide corridor. His presence was commanding, the click of his polished shoes echoing through the hall like a king walking to his throne. My heart hammered in my chest as we approached the doors to what I assumed was the venue. The moment we stepped inside, dozens of eyes snapped to us. Murmurs swept
My eyelids fluttered open weakly, my vision swimming as the world around me came into focus. The first thing I saw was a man—no, not just any man. He was the most dangerously handsome man I’d ever laid eyes on. He leaned back lazily in a black leather chair, a cigarette dangling between his lips as he exhaled a stream of smoke. His sharp, chiseled features were carved like stone—high cheekbones, a strong jawline, and lips that looked like they were molded for sin. A faint scar ran from his eyebrow down to his cheek, giving him an even more menacing aura. His dark, almost predatory eyes pinned me in place, making my stomach churn with unease. He wore a black tailored suit that clung to his broad shoulders and chest, the open collar revealing a hint of tattoos that disappeared beneath the fabric. I swallowed hard, feeling my pulse quicken. His eyes flicked toward me, locking onto mine as if he could see straight through me and my breath hitched in my throat. I wanted to look aw
The glass bottle came hurtling toward me. I ducked just in time, my heart slamming against my ribs as it shattered against the wall behind me. But before I could react, a sharp sting burned across my cheek, and my vision blurred. The force of the slap sent me crashing to the floor. Pain shot up my ankle as I landed awkwardly, and I bit back a scream. “You dare dodge that?!” I barely registered the voice before a foot drove into my stomach. The air left my lungs in a choked gasp, and I curled up instinctively, shielding myself. “I’m sorry!” My voice trembled, broken and weak. “I didn’t mean to! Please, stop…” But the words barely left my mouth before another kick came, this time aimed at my side. Two more girls stepped forward, joining in like vultures circling prey. Their laughter slicing through the fog of the pain clouding my mind as tears burned my eyes.“You’re pathetic, Martha,” one of them sneered, grabbing a fistful of my hair and yanking my head up to face her. “You w
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