INICIAR SESIÓNLivia has always lived as a mistake. Her mother was accused of being a homewrecker, the woman who destroyed another family. Since childhood, Livia grew up in the luxurious Robert mansion not as a daughter, but as a disgrace everyone wished would disappear. Insults. Violence. Humiliation. They had always been part of her life. But everything truly shattered on the night of her stepsister’s engagement. She was found in a hotel room with Adrian De Luca—the powerful heir to one of the most influential families in the city… and Clarie’s fiancé. No one believed her explanation. To save the family’s reputation, Livia was forced to marry the man who hated her the most. To Adrian, Livia was nothing but a cunning woman who had trapped him. To her family, she was merely a tool to cover up their scandal. With her body covered in wounds and blood staining her trembling hands, Livia signed the marriage contract that would bind her to the man determined to destroy her life. A marriage born from hatred. A vow written in blood. But when the truth finally comes to light… The woman he once despised may no longer wish to belong to him.
Ver másConsciousness came with pain.
Livia’s neck felt as if it were being crushed by an iron grip. The person choking her was truly ruthless. She opened her eyes with a staggered breath—and instantly lost the air in her lungs. A large hand pressed against her throat with brutal force. Without hesitation. Air would not enter. Her eyes widened. Her fingers clawed at the sheets, her body struggling in panic. “Finally, you’re awake.” A man’s voice. Cold. Low. The pressure on her neck grew even stronger. “Did you think I would fall for such a cheap trick?” Livia tried to speak, but only a hoarse sound came out. “I—I didn’t—” “Silence!” Until this moment, the woman still did not understand what was happening. The shout shook Livia’s chest. Tears immediately streamed down. She forced herself to turn her head. And her world collapsed when she saw the man’s face. Adrian De Luca. His gaze was dark, full of disgust as if he were looking at something filthy. “You came to my bed on your own after my engagement party?” his voice was sharp. “How low is your self-worth?” Livia shook her head quickly. “I don’t know what happened—” Adrian’s fingers pressed harder. Her breath was cut off. “You set me up,” he hissed. “How dare you try to replace Claire.” Livia’s head began to spin. “I… didn’t…” “Of course you didn’t,” Adrian sneered. “An innocent face. Tears. A country girl pretending not to understand.” His gaze lowered, filled with contempt. “Do you think sleeping with me will make you Mrs. De Luca?” Tears fell silently from Livia’s eyes. She was not given the chance to defend herself. Her face was red and had already begun turning bluish. Her eyes rolled upward, and her tongue had already begun to protrude. She still did not even understand why she was in this room. “I’m sick of seeing you.” The pressure was finally released. Livia coughed violently, her lungs burning as air finally entered. Her hands trembled as they clutched her aching throat. “Get out,” Adrian said coldly. “Before I lose my patience and drag you out myself.” Livia’s body trembled as she climbed down from the bed, pulling the blanket to cover her body. She did not even dare to look at herself. She had not taken two steps— BANG! The suite door burst open. Camera flashes exploded. “MR. DE LUCA!” “ARE YOU HAVING AN AFFAIR?!” Dozens of reporters stormed in. The camera lights were blinding. Microphones were directed at her face. Click. Click. Click. Livia froze. She stood there half-covered by the blanket. Behind her—Adrian De Luca. In a single second, everything looked like betrayal. Then someone pushed through the crowd. “Adrian…?” The woman’s voice trembled. Claire. Her face was pale. Her eyes widened. Her hand trembled as she covered her own mouth. Tears fell slowly. “What… is… this…?” All the cameras immediately turned toward her. The legal fiancée. Claire stepped back one step, as if her legs had lost their strength when she saw Livia. “Livia…?” her voice broke. “You… and Adrian…?” Livia shook her head in panic. “I didn’t, it’s not like—” “Don’t lie!” Claire’s sob burst out. “I already considered you family…!” The reporters grew even noisier. “Is there a family relationship?!” Claire covered her face, her shoulders shaking. “My father brought her home years ago,” she said between sobs. “The daughter of the woman who destroyed my family…” The room instantly erupted. “And now…” Claire looked at Livia with red eyes, her voice hoarse. “After your mother seduced my father, you’re trying to take my fiancé as well?” “No!” Livia panicked. “I was set up—” FLASH! A reporter raised his camera toward the bed. White sheets. A clear red bloodstain. The room instantly exploded. “PROOF OF THE FIRST NIGHT!” “DE LUCA SCANDAL!” Livia froze. Her blood felt cold. She had just realized the meaning of that stain. Her legs could barely support her. Adrian’s gaze turned even darker. Claire looked at the bed… then cried even harder, leaning on a reporter as if she could no longer stand. “I never expected… my own sister…” her voice shattered. The cameras kept flashing. And Livia Moreau stood in the middle of the room, silent, without defense— while her dignity was destroyed in front of the world.Thud.Robert froze.It felt as though his heart had been struck by a massive iron mace.He wanted to deny it. He wanted to get angry. He wanted to tell Rossa that she was wrong.But his mouth remained tightly shut.Suddenly, all the wealth and power he possessed as a Moreau meant nothing.What Rossa had said was the naked truth he had deliberately ignored for years in order to protect the family's reputation.The memory of his phone conversation with Melly replayed in his mind like a broken tape.At the time, Melly had told him about a foolish servant who had been bitten by their pet dogs. She had spoken with disgust, complaining that the servant's blood had stained the mansion floor.And Robert?He remembered clearly how he had listened to the story with complete indifference.He had not cared at all.To him, a dead servant could simply be replaced with money.Robert had never imagined, not even in his worst nightmare, that the blood-soaked figure who had been left to suffer and die
She wanted Robert to leave as soon as possible.She was terrified that Melly might see them interacting. If that snake-like woman became jealous, Rossa knew that an even crueler punishment would be waiting for her.“What exactly happened to you?!”Robert finally lost his patience.Without permission, he grabbed Rossa’s wrist and yanked it upward.Robert’s heart seemed to stop beating for a moment.His entire body suddenly went weak as he stared at the skin on Rossa’s arm, covered in rough, dried scars from torn flesh.It was horrifying.“It’s nothing, Sir. Please let go.”Rossa spoke softly as she tried to pull her hand away.Robert did not listen.He grabbed her other hand.It was in the same terrible condition.Robert’s gaze then dropped to Rossa’s ankle, which was slightly visible beneath her long skirt.There were similar torn scars there as well.“Rossa, answer me! Why is your body covered in wounds like this?!”Rossa was stunned to see the panic on the man's face.Instead of fee
Robert Moreau had just returned to the mansion after an exhausting business trip. At almost the same time, Melly had also come back from her long vacation. The woman was truly cunning when it came to taking advantage of situations. The moment she learned that Robert was away, she immediately began spending money lavishly to enjoy herself with her friends.For Rossa, this past week had been a hidden blessing. At the very least, she had experienced an extraordinary sense of peace because she did not have to see either Robert’s or Melly’s face. As for Charlie, the young woman was surely busy with her own world and her circle of socialite friends.Rossa sat kneeling at the edge of the garden, her fingers gently brushing against the flower petals. In her mind, she was redrawing every detail of her daughter’s face. The longing came like waves—overwhelming and impossible to ignore.She glanced at her own body. The minor wounds from the dog attack a week ago had already dried up. Only a few d
“Master... forgive me if I’m being presumptuous, but may I ask you something?”The hoarse voice broke the silence of the grand dining room. Martha, the head housekeeper who had served the Duke family for twenty-five years, clasped her hands together nervously. Across from her, Adrian Duke was still eating his dinner in silence.The massive crystal chandelier above the table cast a warm glow over the room, yet it failed to soften Adrian’s sharp jawline, which remained as rigid as carved ice. The man disliked interruptions. He disliked confrontations. And above all, he hated it when people meddled in his personal affairs.“Speak,” Adrian replied.Short. Emotionless. As though Martha’s voice was nothing more than passing wind.Martha swallowed hard, gathering the last of her courage.“Does Madam... not have transportation provided for her, Master?”The sound of silverware against porcelain suddenly stopped.A suffocating silence immediately filled the room.Adrian did not answer right aw
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