The old Thorne mansion stood as a forgotten presence on the fringes of Eros City. Time had not been kind. Ivy choked the once gracious facade, and shattered windows glared like vacant eyes into the night. The gate screamed open on a metallic shriek as Valerio drove them through, headlights clawing across ruined stone and weeds that clawed their way up the entry steps.
Sera sat stiffly in the passenger seat, her fists tight in her lap. "You grew up here?"
Valerio didn't look at her. "I survived here. That's all."
It smelled of dust and secrets inside. The grand chandelier above the foyer sagged, its crystals dirty. Sera ran her fingers along the peeling wallpaper as Valerio led her through halls that echoed with too much silence.
He finally stopped before a wooden door. He pushed it open to reveal a study. Unlike the rest of the house, it was intact against rot. The desk was clean, papers piled neatly. Books lined the shelves, each spine as s
One year later...The sun filtered softly through the sheer curtains, casting golden stripes across the pale ivory sheets. The warmth of morning light touched my bare shoulder, and for once, I didn’t turn away. For years, I’d dreaded mornings — the clarity they brought, the reality they never failed to sharpen. But not anymore.Now, they meant something different.Now, they meant peace.Valerio stirred beside me, his arm draped lazily around my waist, fingers splayed possessively as if even in sleep, he was afraid I’d vanish.I turned slowly, facing him, watching the way his lashes fanned across his cheek, how peaceful he looked now that the war was over — not just the one with enemies, but the war within himself.His face, once hardened by secrets and vengeance, had softened in the past months. He still carried that dangerous edge — the one that made men hesitate and women pause — but now there was warmth behind the fire. He was still the King. Still ruthless when he had to be. But h
The night was quiet, too quiet for someone who had lived through chaos.Sera sat at the edge of the bed in Valerio’s private estate—their estate now. The walls that had once held secrets and shadows now held warmth. Love. Healing.Her fingers brushed over the silk sheets, tracing nothing in particular, but her heart thudded with everything she hadn’t said yet. Everything they’d survived.Behind her, the bedroom door creaked open, and she didn’t need to turn to know it was him. She could feel his presence before he even spoke.Valerio’s voice was soft, a velvet contrast to his usual command. “You’re quiet.”“I’m just… thinking.”He stepped behind her, his fingers sliding over her shoulders, massaging gently. “Dangerous thing for a woman like you.”She huffed a small laugh and tilted her head back against him. “We’ve made it, Valerio. Against everything. And everyone.”He pressed a kiss to her temple, then to the top of her head. “I never thought I’d see the day where the only war left
The penthouse was quiet.Too quiet for a man who once ruled the night with violence and smoke. Valerio stood near the open balcony doors, watching Sera with a look that was both reverent and terrified. She hadn’t spoken since they returned. Her silence wasn’t cold—it was contemplative, careful. Like she held the weight of her future between her fingers and was deciding whether or not to crush it.Sera’s back faced him, arms folded across her chest. The wind stirred her hair, and the city lights shimmered against the tears she wouldn’t let fall.“You haven’t said a word,” Valerio murmured, breaking the silence.“I’m thinking,” she said, her voice clipped. “Trying to figure out if I’m about to make the biggest mistake of my life… or the rightest decision I’ve ever made.”He took a slow step forward, his footsteps nearly silent against the marble floor. “If it’s about trust, I’ll never ask you to trust me blindly again.”She turned halfway toward him, her eyes wary. “You already did that
A cold wind swept across the courtyard as Sera stood under the silver glow of the moon, her arms wrapped tightly around herself. The night felt heavier than usual—like the air carried every secret they had tried to bury. Behind her, the Thorne mansion stood solemn and quiet, but there was an energy stirring in its walls. Change. Closure. Something final.Footsteps echoed behind her, heavy and unhurried.She didn’t need to turn around to know it was Valerio.“You always find me when I want to be alone,” she murmured, voice distant.He came to a stop beside her, close but not touching. “Maybe it’s because I know that when you want to be alone… you need someone most.”She closed her eyes, breathing in the weight of that sentence. “You remember that night in Milan? When we danced in the rain like idiots on the rooftop?”“I remember every second.” His voice was hoarse, like it scraped against the memories too. “You looked at me like I was your whole world. And I was too much of a coward to
The silence in the Thorne estate was unnatural.Not the kind of peaceful quiet that came after a storm—but the tense, loaded stillness of a battlefield before the final strike. Valerio stood at the edge of the main hall, watching the flames dance in the fireplace, his reflection fractured in the ornate mirror across the room. His tailored black shirt was unbuttoned at the top, blood staining the cuffs from the earlier interrogation of the last traitor.He hadn’t told Sera everything yet.Not the truth about the council’s final warning.Not the blood price they wanted in exchange for peace.Not the fact that he was being forced to choose between her life or his crown.The crown that now weighed heavier than ever.“Valerio,” Sera’s voice came softly from the entrance, echoing like a balm down his spine.He turned, and she stood there barefoot, in one of his shirts, oversized and barely skimming her thighs. Her hair was damp from a shower, curling around her face in soft waves. She looke
The silence in Valerio’s office was louder than a gunshot.Sera stood in the center of the room, her arms wrapped around herself as if trying to keep her heart from falling apart. Across from her, Valerio leaned against his desk, eyes shadowed, jaw tight. He had just confessed everything—about the traitor, about the real reason his father died, about the bloodstained family legacy he never wanted her to see.And still, she hadn’t moved."Say something," he murmured, voice raw.Sera looked up slowly, her throat dry. "How long did you know?""A while," he admitted. "But I needed proof before I made a move. It wasn’t just about revenge anymore. It was about protecting you.""From your own family," she whispered. “From the people who raised you.”He nodded once, every inch of him heavy with guilt. "From a world I was born into and never wanted to bring you into."Her gaze softened, but her heart still ached. "But I’m in it now. We both are. There’s no going back, Valerio.""I know," he sa