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Chapter 111

LorenzoI stared at her, lips swollen from my kiss, eyes blazing with the kind of fire I’d never seen before in her. Aryn wasn’t afraid. Not of me, not of what I’d just done. She had every reason to shove me away, slap me, spit in my face. Instead… she kissed me back.And that terrified the hell out of me.Her words replayed in my head—“You’re not a monster, Ren.” She didn’t know how wrong she was. If she saw the things I’d done, the blood on my hands, she would never look at me like that. Not with hunger. Not with defiance. Not with something dangerously close to longing.“Fuck,” I muttered again, dragging my hand over my face, trying to regain control. Control was all I had ever known, and yet one woman—this infuriating, stubborn, impossible wife of mine—shattered it with a single kiss.She didn’t give me time to think. Her fist curled into my tie and yanked me forward, her mouth crashing into mine again. I froze for the barest second before instinct, desire, and years of repressed

Chapter 112

ArynI lay there on the desk, still catching my breath, my legs trembling from what we’d just done. My body felt heavy, my lips swollen, my skin buzzing like static electricity was crawling over it. Lorenzo was still leaning over me, his chest rising and falling, his hair damp with sweat.For a second, I just stared at him. This man. My goddamn husband. The monster and the king all wrapped up in one infuriatingly hot body. And yet… right now he looked more like a man than anything else.“Are we gonna talk about your uncle now?” I asked, voice rough, my throat raw from moaning his name like a sinner.His head snapped up, and he gave me a look that was half irritation, half disbelief. “The last fucking thing I want to talk about is my uncle, Aryn.” His voice was gravel, sharp.I smirked, even though my legs were still jelly. “Well, tough shit. Because that’s exactly what I want to talk about.”He cursed under his breath, dragging a hand through his hair like he could shake me off that e

Chapter 113

Lorenzo The air in the prison was damp, cold enough that it crawled under my skin and stayed there. I hated this place. Not because it wasn’t effective—it was—but because it reminded me of weakness. Men locked behind bars, chains clinking, eyes burning with either hatred or despair. It was a mirror of what could happen if you lost control in this world. it reminded me of things I want to put behind.And then there was Liam.He sat on the narrow bench like he owned the fucking place, his chin lifted, eyes steady. His shirt was wrinkled, his jaw dark with stubble, but there was no shame in his stare. He wasn’t broken. He wasn’t begging.He was waiting.When the guards unchained him, he rolled his shoulders as if shaking off the weight of days. His eyes flicked to Aryn first, then to me, sharp and unafraid.“You want my help?” His voice was hoarse, but not weak. “Then I’m not moving a muscle until I eat something. And I need a fucking shower.”I laughed once, sharp and humorless. “You’

chapter 114

Aryn We left the basement and I inhaled deeply, glad to leave behind the cold stench of mildew and iron. Lorenzo didn’t say a word, and neither did I. We didn’t need to. The silence between us was thick enough, full of all the things we almost did down there and the interruption that cut it short.The guard led Liam upstairs, practically dragging him by the arm even though Liam walked tall, chin high, like he owned the damn place. He disappeared down the hall, and I let out a slow breath.“Dinner,” Lorenzo muttered, his hand brushing against the small of my back in a way that made my skin tingle.We walked together toward the dining hall. The family was already gathering, voices filling the air, the clinking of glasses and silverware against plates. This house was always too loud, too full of people who smiled with their teeth but whose eyes were sharp as blades.I sat down near the middle of the long table, away from Lorenzo this time, just to breathe without his heat pressing agai

Chapter 115

ArynMy fist clenched so tight my knuckles cracked, the urge to smash Isabella’s smug little face against the nearest wall pulsing like a drumbeat in my veins. The way she said it—about my sister, like it was just some casual gossip she could toss into the air and walk away from—made my stomach twist.I stepped into her space, close enough that she could smell the wine still lingering on my breath. “You want a fight, Isabella?” I hissed. “Fine. I accept your challenge. Name the time, name the place. I’ll make sure you regret every fucking word that just dripped out of your mouth.”Her eyes gleamed, satisfaction flickering across her face like she had gotten exactly what she wanted. She tilted her chin, lips curling into that poisonous smile. “Tomorrow at dawn. The courtyard.”“Good,” I spat, my voice low and steady even though my pulse was pounding like a war drum. “Bring your arrogance. I’ll bury it with you.”For half a second, I thought about just doing it right then—skipping the f

Chapter 116

ArynMarcus and I made our way down the hallway, our footsteps echoing against the marble. I was still riding that burning wave of anger, but I tried to shove it down. I had bigger things to handle than Isabella’s venom.When we stepped out into the night, the cool air slapped me across the face like a reminder to breathe. The black car was waiting, its polished surface gleaming under the lamps. Lorenzo was already leaning against it, arms folded, eyes narrowed like he’d been waiting hours.The moment Marcus walked up beside me, Lorenzo’s frown deepened into something sharp and dangerous.“Marcus.” His voice was low, clipped. “What the fuck are you doing here?”Marcus, of course, didn’t flinch. He just grinned that wolfish grin of his, the kind that made me want to punch him and kiss him at the same damn time. “Evening, cousin.”The word cousin dripped with mockery, like he was testing how far he could push.I stepped in before things went sideways. “He wanted to come with us,” I said

Chapter 117

ArynI was pretty sure Lorenzo’s grip felt like iron, his knuckles white as he held Brandon against the wall like he could crush his windpipe with just one hand. For a moment, I thought he really would. Hell, I almost wanted him to. Brandon’s smug little grin always had a way of making my blood boil, and right now, seeing Lorenzo shake him felt satisfying as fuck.But Brandon, slippery bastard that he was, still had that smile even as he choked for air. His lips twitched like he was about to laugh, and it only made Lorenzo’s jaw tighten more.“Ren,” I said softly, stepping forward. “You’re not going to get shit out of him by killing him right now.”Lorenzo’s eyes flicked to mine, burning, but he didn’t let go. His whole body was stiff, vibrating with the kind of rage I’d only ever seen when his family was mentioned. Brandon knew exactly which buttons to push, and he’d pressed all of them in under five minutes.Marcus, of course, leaned casually against the arm of the sofa, arms folded

Chapter 118

Aryn The mask they gave me was light, but the second it settled on my face, it felt heavy. Too heavy. I fucking hated mask, I adjusted the thin strap behind my head, forcing myself to breathe.The corridor stretched out before me, dimly lit with soft golden lights. I cleared my throat and asked the nearest servant where I was supposed to go. Without a word, she bowed and gestured down the hall. My heels clicked against marble as I followed her lead, my stomach twisting tighter with every step.Then the doors opened.The ballroom hit me like a wave. It was huge—towering ceilings dripping with crystal chandeliers, walls lined with gilded mirrors, and polished floors reflecting the glow of candlelight. But what struck me most were the people.Dozens of them. Maybe hundreds. Men and women in gowns and suits, all of them hiding behind masks of every color and shape. Silver, gold, emerald, crimson, black. Feathers, sequins, beads. It was beautiful, but also suffocating. The laughter, the w

Chapter 119

LorenzoWhen they dragged her out of the room earlier, it took everything in me not to fucking follow. My chest had tightened, my fists had clenched, and I swear if Brandon had so much as smirked the wrong way, I would’ve torn his throat out with my bare hands.I’d given him a look before she left—a look that said if anything happened to her, if a single hair on her head was touched, I wouldn’t hesitate. I’d fucking kill him, and I’d enjoy it. He knew I meant it. That’s why he hadn’t dared hold my gaze too long.Yeah, I knew Aryn could take care of herself. She was strong, stubborn, sharp as hell. But I could take care of her better. And the truth? I hated being separated from her. I hated the idea of her being surrounded by people who’d look at her like she was a prize to be won instead of the woman who already belonged to me.The ballroom had been buzzing with voices, laughter, fake smiles. Masks everywhere, hiding faces but not intentions. Marcus had been nearby, silent, his grin w

Chapter 120

ArynThe music was still playing when I leaned into him, pressing close just to see how far I could push. Lorenzo’s eyes burned through the mask, dark and sharp, and I knew I was getting under his skin. That thought alone made me smirk.I loved the way his breath hitched every time I moved just a little closer. He tried to act like he was in control, like I was the one dancing to his tune, but no—this was my game too. And right now, I had him.“Relax,” I whispered again, teasing him with his own words.He muttered something low under his breath, something that sounded a hell of a lot like fuck. The roughness of his voice made my skin prickle with heat. I should’ve stopped—I really should have. But I didn’t.Because for once, I wasn’t just the girl standing frozen in fear in the middle of a crowded room. I wasn’t the one being stared at, judged, hunted. Right now, in his arms, I was the fire. I was the one making him sweat, curse, and grind his teeth like he was seconds from snapping.

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