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CHAPTER 81: Ringing Cleo

Damiano's POV Before either Leo or I could say a word, my phone started ringing. I glanced at the screen—Cleo. I sighed, already sensing it wouldn’t be good news.“What?” I answered, my tone sharper than I intended.Her voice came through in a rush, panicked. “Alessia’s gone. I can’t find her anywhere. She’s not in the ward, and no one saw her leave.”For a moment, I didn’t speak. My grip on the phone tightened until I heard the faint crack of plastic. “What do you mean she’s gone?” I growled.“I—I just told you, she—”But I didn’t let her finish. Because right then, the door opened—and in she walked. Alessia.Like nothing had happened.Like she hadn’t just set my entire mind into chaos.I ended the call mid-sentence and stared at her, disbelief quickly melting into irritation. “Where the hell were you?” I snapped, striding toward her. “You left without telling Cleo, without my permission—do you have any idea what kind of—”Before I could finish, she held up a sheet of paper like a p

CHAPTER 82 : Do you want family?

Alessia’s POVAlex stood behind me, carefully winding another section of my hair around the curling iron. The soft sizzle of heat and the faint scent of hairspray filled the quiet room. I was sitting opposite the mirror, staring at the reflection of a girl who looked way too calm for someone about to attend what sounded suspiciously like a cult masquerading as a party.I needed a distraction. Something to take my mind off of what was about to happen.“So,” I said finally, my voice cutting through the silence, “do you have a family, Alex?”Her eyes flicked up to meet mine through the mirror. “None that I care about,” she said simply.Right. That was… cheerful.I offered her a small smile, even though she clearly wasn’t in the mood for small talk. “Okay. That’s one way to keep things private.”Alex didn’t respond, her focus unwavering as she continued curling. I shifted a little, more out of boredom than discomfort. My nerves were already on edge about this whole ‘Level One’ party Damia

CHAPTER 83 : Something in the light.

ALESSIAThe dress fit me like it had been sewn by someone who knew me.It was black, sleek, and sinful.It draped over me like midnight silk, hugging where it should, flowing where it wanted. The neckline dipped down, revealing a bit of my cleavage and the way the fabric shimmered faintly beneath the light made me feel like I stepped straight out of a fantasy dream.Each step I took down the marble staircase echoed through the grand hall, too loud, too revealing—like the universe wanted to make sure Damiano Valentino heard every click of my heels before I reached him.And there he was.The devil himself.Damiano stood at the bottom of the stairs, every inch the kind of man mothers warned their daughters about and daughters ignored the warning for. His black tuxedo looked handcrafted by the gods of temptation themselves, the fabric sculpted to his tall frame. The crisp white shirt underneath was unbuttoned just enough at the collar to make me roll my eyes—of course. The gold cufflinks

CHAPTER 84: Moving Air

DAMIANOThe ballroom was a cathedral of deceit.Gold and crimson draped from the high-arched ceilings like blood and glory woven into fabric. Crystal chandeliers hung low, their light spilling across polished marble and masked faces. Music floated through the air. Each note carried the weight of alliances and betrayals that had been simmering for centuries.And beneath it all, the air moved. Not naturally, but with the pulse of supernatural energy—vampires exhaling hunger, werewolves suppressing instinct, warlocks cloaking their power in perfume and lace.I had attended these gatherings enough to know the game: smile, bow, drink, and pretend the person you’re toasting with didn’t try to kill you last season.The annual Masquerade of Clans was supposed to be neutral ground. A single night when enemies could breathe the same air without bloodshed.But neutrality was a fantasy.There was no such thing as peace among monsters.Leo walked beside me, his mask—a simple black one with sharp e

CHAPTER 85: Alessa's Point of view

ALESSIAThe first thing I felt was eyes.Dozens of them—hundreds maybe—all fixed on me the second I stepped through the ballroom doors. It was like walking into a cage filled with predators who had just scented blood.And I was the offering.Damiano’s offering.The bastard.He had told me in the limo that the plan had changed. That I wasn’t just supposed to catch Xavier’s attention anymore—I was supposed to catch everyone’s. “You’re the distraction, Alessia,” he had said, as if he were asking me to fetch him coffee instead of risk public humiliation. “You like attention, don’t you?”I had wanted to throw something at his perfectly structured face.But I agreed. Because he had also said it might help us find my brother—and for that, I would’ve danced naked in hell if it came to it.Still, I hadn’t realized that “distraction” meant this.The dress he made me change into wasn’t just inappropriate—it was a sin stitched together by silk. It was a white, silky piece that clung to my waist

CHAPTER 86: Valentino and the those flags

DAMIANOI still remember the first time I saw Simona.It’s strange, the memories that stay with you. The scent of wine, the flicker of candles.Valentino had dragged me to that brothel after Serena left. Said I needed to “remember what living felt like.” I remember thinking that “living” was just another word for dying more slowly. I also remember wanting to hit him for that, but I went anyway—partly because I didn’t care anymore, and partly because I didn’t want to be alone.Maybe because I wanted to punish myself.The place reeked of lust and cheap perfume. Bodies pressed together under crimson lights, laughter too loud, music too soft. I sat at the bar area, untouched wine in hand, brushing off every woman who dared to approach. Their painted lips and eager eyes meant nothing to me. They didn’t even look real.I knew what they wanted. Nothing but my wealth, my name. And I knew better than to let someone like them into my life Then she walked in.Simona.She wasn’t like the others.

CHAPTER 87: Vanishing in the wind

ALESSIAI froze.Every sound in the ballroom vanished—the music, the laughter, even the murmured conversations that had filled the air moments ago. All gone. What remained was a heavy, suffocating silence that pressed down on my chest.Then came the gasps.Hundreds of them.I turned, slowly, almost afraid of what I would see.Every single person in that glittering room was staring at me. Masks hid their faces, but not their shock. Their eyes—wide, unblinking, and terrified—told me everything.And for one horrifying moment, I felt naked.Not the glamorous, seductive kind of naked that movies make look easy—no. The kind that made your skin crawl and your heart beat too loudly in your ears. The kind that made you wish you could vanish into the marble floor and never resurface.But why were they staring at me like that?Did they recognize me?My stomach dropped. Maybe they did. Maybe some of them had seen me before—not as this… this ridiculous woman in a white gown, dancing like she had n

CHAPTER 88: Bold confrontation

ALESSIA’S POVI didn’t hear anyone approach. Didn't hear his footsteps.Xavier De Luca stood there, hands tucked lazily in his pockets, a faint smirk touching his lips like he was amused by something I couldn’t see. He looked perfectly at ease—as though catching a woman crying alone in a garden was just another one of his evening hobbies.“I didn’t hear you coming,” I said, wiping my eyes quickly with the back of my hand.He tilted his head slightly, his dark hair falling across his forehead. “That’s because I didn’t want you to.”The way he said it, his voice low and smooth, sent a chill down my spine. Of course. I guess Xavier De Luca didn’t do normal entrances.Before I could respond, he pulled a handkerchief from his breast pocket and handed it to me. The thing looked like it belonged in a museum—snow white, embroidered with a gold initial X. Probably worth more than my monthly salary.I hesitated, before standing and taking it. “Thanks.”“You’re welcome,” he said simply. “Though

CHAPTER 89: Looking blank

DAMIANOThe air in the limo was thick with silence—the kind that weighed on the chest and filled every corner with tension. No one said a word. The faint hum of the tires against the road and the muted rhythm of the city outside were the only sounds keeping us tethered to reality.Yet, I couldn’t stop looking at her.Alessia sat by the window, her face half-lit by the glow of passing streetlights. Her reflection shimmered against the glass— fractured, distant, and unreadable. She didn’t look at me once. Not even when we strolled to the limo together. Her hand brushed absently along her arm, like she was trying to wipe away the night cold.Without thinking, I slipped off my jacket and offered it to her.“Here. You’ll catch a chill,” I said, my voice quieter than I intended.She turned, her eyes meeting mine for the briefest heartbeat. Then she looked away. No word. No reaction. Just silence.Leo noticed. He sighed, pulled off his own jacket, and held it out to her. “Here, Alessia. You

CHAPTER 90: Straight in heart

CHAPTER 90DAMIANOEvery word that came out of Alessia’s mouth was a blade aimed straight at my heart.I had been betrayed, beaten, and left for dead before. I had watched my blood spill, and heard my bones break—but nothing, absolutely nothing, compared to the way her words hit me.I didn’t remember the last time I had felt this kind of pain. Even Serena’s betrayal hadn’t hurt like this.And that realization pissed me off more than anything.Because it meant Alessia mattered.And she wasn’t supposed to.She turned to walk away, and instinct—or maybe desperation—made me grab her wrist. “Alessia,” I said, the word catching like gravel in my throat.She froze, but didn’t look at me.I didn’t know what the hell I was doing anymore. Part of me wanted to pull her closer and hold her tight. But the rest of me, the darker, more rational part, knew I couldn’t.I couldn't afford to.So I did what I always do when I start to care too much—I destroyed it.I forced a laugh, cold and sharp enough

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