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.
View MoreRaphael had never been one to dwell on conversations for long, but James’ words wouldn’t leave his mind. Sitting in his office, he pondered them over and over.Have you noticed how close Lorenzo and Martin have been lately?At first, he’d dismissed it outright. Lorenzo is family, and family didn’t cross certain lines.But then Martha’s own warning came back to him, the one about creating a separate company in secrecy. At the time, he’d chalked it up to her strange intuition. Now, the pieces were aligning in a way he didn’t like.The company was being sabotaged. That much was certain. Contracts falling through, shipments delayed, deals unraveling for reasons no one could fully explain. If Lorenzo wasn’t involved, then he was dangerously close to the man who was.Still, Raphael wasn’t ready to tip his hand. If his brother was guilty, confronting him without proof would only make him cautious. And if he was innocent, suspicion alone could destroy the one bond he had vowed never to break.
Martha stood across from Lorenzo in the estate’s long hallway. He had just returned from a night out, his suit jacket hanging loosely over one shoulder. She looked into his eyes, and something cold, and sharp stared back at her.She froze.“Martha? What’s wrong?” he asked, his tone casual, almost too casual.She didn’t answer right away. She had seen it, flashes, not of her own making. Jess. The fear in her eyes. The sudden blow. The lifeless fall. It was all there, sitting in Lorenzo’s gaze like an unspoken confession.Later, when they crossed paths again in the garden, she spoke first. “Secrecy leads to blackmail,” she said quietly. “And the worst part of it is that nothing stays hidden forever.”Lorenzo’s jaw twitched, but he kept his composure. “You’ve been talking to people, haven’t you?”“I don’t need to,” she replied. “Your eyes did the talking.”He stared at her for a long moment, then turned away. He didn’t want this conversation, not with her. Not with anyone.Detective Jame
“Nothing happened.” Martha sat up on the bed, her voice hollow. She looked at her hands as if expecting to see claws or something—anything. “Nothing at all, Alessia.”Alessia stood at the window, arms folded, her eyes on the moon. “The blood works in strange ways,” she murmured. “Not everything happens when we expect it to.”“I was told twenty-one,” Martha said, a bit more firmly now. “That on my twenty-first birthday, I’d… change.”Alessia turned to her, slowly. “You will change. Don’t confuse silence with absence. Just because the power hasn't arrived yet doesn’t mean it won’t.”“But what if I’m not what everyone thinks I am?” Martha's voice cracked. “What if I’m just—just normal?”Alessia walked over, sat beside her, and touched her hand. “Do you think the dreams, the visions, the pull you feel every full moon... do you think that’s all in your head?”“I don’t know anymore,” Martha whispered.There was a heavy pause.Alessia gave her a small smile. “The wolf comes when it’s ready.
The cold winds of change blew steadily through Raphael’s company, no longer just a whisper but a howling reminder that something vital was slipping through the cracks. What had once been a fortress of innovation and loyalty was now teetering on the edge of betrayal.Lorenzo, once a pillar of unwavering support, had begun the slow, methodical dismantling of the empire his brother had built from blood and brilliance. Under Martin’s iron grip, he became both a pawn and a saboteur — feeding confidential data to their rival while carefully planting distrust among the senior executives. Every meeting he attended became a performance; every conversation, a transaction. Each decision now carried the bitter weight of guilt, and each lie etched new lines into his face.Martin, ever the tactician, sat comfortably behind the curtain of chaos. His enterprise, once overshadowed and dismissed, now surged ahead with ferocious momentum. With Raphael’s internal structure quietly crumbling, Martin’s fir
In his trailing efforts, Detective James sat behind the wheel of his car, sipping coffee while his eyes remained fixed on the tall figure exiting the building. Lorenzo. Always well-dressed. Always with an edge of arrogance in his stride. He walked as if nothing could touch him, but James knew better. Everyone had something to hide.Ever since Jess' mysterious death, James had been watching Lorenzo and Martin closely. Lorenzo's story, although neatly packaged, had gaps. And Martin, too self-assured for someone supposedly uninvolved.There was something about the way he smiled, how he handled questions, how his eyes gleamed whenever Jess was mentioned. As a seasoned investigator, James trusted his instinct. And it told him Martin knew more than he let on.James tailed Lorenzo subtly, making note of his frequent stops, meetings, and behavior. He wasn’t just tracking movements; he was reading patterns.But Martin wasn't the type to be outplayed.One afternoon, as James crossed the parking
Raphael sat on the edge of his bed, fingers tangled in his hair, staring blankly ahead. He couldn’t believe it, him, shaken, over a dream. A dream where Martha had died in his arms.It shouldn’t have gotten to him. He wasn’t built for softness, not sadness. He was meant to be in control, always. But something about that dream had cracked something inside. A part of him still hadn’t recovered.“Is this what Alessia meant by ‘hold on to her’?”He smacked his hand against the bedpost and got to his feet, hoping the heaviness would fade. But it remained.The next morning, Martha sat in the kitchen, both hands wrapped around a warm cup of tea. She looked up, her voice calm but firm. “I want to go home today.”She expected him to fight it. To tell her no, or lock the door again. But instead, Raphael just looked at her and nodded. “Alright. I’ll have someone drive you.”She stared at him, confused. That was it? No argument? No guilt-trip?He didn’t say another word, he just turned and walked
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