Lahat ng Kabanata ng His Promised Sin: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Aria’s pov The car slowed to a stop outside the Moretti villa. Larger than life. Older than time. A palace carved from shadow and blood. I stepped out, the crimson silk of the dress clinging to my body in ways that made me feel powerful and dangerous. The ruby choker with his anem Dominus gleaming at my throat felt like a noose. Nero’s hand wrapped around my waist the moment my heel touched the marble. His touch was iron and ice. Possession in human form. "You look ravishing, little fox," he murmured against my ear. "Smile for my family. Make them believe you belong to me willingly.” I’ll never belong to you. I smiled anyway. Sweet. Deadly. The great doors opened. And I stepped into hell. The Moretti dining hall was a cathedral of power. Crystal chandeliers gleamed overhead. Gold gleamed on every surface. The scent of cigars, wine and old secrets hung heavy. They were all there. The entire Moretti bloodline. The matriarch, Nero’s mother, sat like a black widow at the head

Aria's povCold.It sank into my skin the moment the cellar door slammed shut, sealing me in blackness.At first, I raged.I spun around, bare feet slapping against freezing stone, my soaked hair whipping my face, fists pounding into the door until my knuckles stung and cracked.“Let me out!” My voice was loud in the darkness, echoing back like a mocking ghost. “Nero! You bastard! You can’t keep me here!”But no footsteps came.No movement.Only the groan of the old wood shifting from high above as probably the guards did their rotation but I doubted they would hear me and even if they did they wouldn't help me.My naked skin crawled. Goosebumps ran along every inch of me, the chill sinking into my pores. The water he’d splashed on me minutes ago had soaked through my hair, my scalp, down my spine, into every sensitive crevice of my body.Now the air, so bitingly cold it felt wet, gnawed at the droplets, sucking away every shred of warmth.My teeth clacked. I wrapped my arms around my

Aria's povI woke up slowly, reluctantly, like dragging myself out of quicksand.I was in a warm embrace. Soft, silk sheets tangled around my legs. A heavy weight pressed against my side moving slowly. My lashes fluttered open.Nero.Sitting beside the bed, elbows on his knees, watching me.Not with fury.Not with malice.But something else.Concern.I frowned, blinking slowly. My body ached, a deep, dull pain in every joint. My muscles burned. My fingertips and toes throbbed. But... I was alive.And warm.His hand moved to my face. Gentle. Thumb stroking my cheek like I was something precious."You’re awake," he murmured, voice low and soft. "Good girl."I flinched, waiting for the sharp grip, the cruel smirk.But none came.Instead, he leaned closer, fingers brushing stray hair from my face, his expression dark with... worry?I stared. Bewildered.“What... are you doing?” My voice croaked, hoarse, rough.He chuckled softly, a strange sound from a man like him. "Taking care of my wif

Aria's pov The estate was a war zone.Guards scrambled. Sirens wailed. Metal boots pounded the marble floor. But in the center of it all, Nero stood still. His gaze was locked on the bloody black cloth and severed finger like it was a declaration of war—and it was.A war meant for me.His jaw twitched. No words. Just that eerie, calculated silence that always came before something unhinged.“You knew,” he finally said.I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to. The symbol on the gate had spoken louder than I ever could.He turned his eyes on me and for the first time, I couldn’t tell if he was going to kiss me or kill me.“Get in the car,” he said coldly.I blinked. “What?”“You have five seconds. Five.”His voice was like razors scraping against ice.I didn’t argue and got in.We drove in silence.No guards followed. No convoy. Just his midnight black Maserati driving through back roads fast as a bullet."Where are we going?" I finally asked.He didn’t look at me."Somewhere they can't find

Aria's pov I sat there, naked on the cold marble countertop, my skin still prickling from his touch… and absence.The ache between my thighs pulsed with humiliation, fury and a shameful need I couldn’t kill. My chest rose and fell like I’d run a marathon, and all I could hear was his voice echoing in my skull.You belong to me.I wanted to scream. Or cry. Or rip his perfect face off.Instead, I jumped at the sound of his boots returning, measured and slow like a predator confident in his prey’s surrender. He rounded the island, gaze sweeping over my body like it was a gift he’d bought, broken, and unwrapped for his own pleasure.And I hated how I responded to it.He held something in his hand.A thick leather collar.My stomach clenched.“No,” I whispered, eyes narrowing.He said nothing. Just stepped closer, so close the air grew heavy with his scent of cider and whiskey.He dangled it from two fingers. “You forgot the rules, Aria. Actions have consequences.”“You’re not putting tha