บททั้งหมดของ Blood And Vows : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Liliana's POVThe blood wouldn't come out. I scrubbed harder, my split knuckles burning as they scraped against the frozen cobblestones. My body vibrated under the chilly weather and I could feel my blood freezing. But I dared not stop. Elena would make me regret it.The water in my bucket had long since turned pink, yet the blood stain from last night's disciplinary lesson remained. Above me, my half-sisters' laughter floated down from the rooftop like falling icicles. “Look at her,” Irina sneered, swirling her morning tea. “Papa's little ghost, scrubbing away her sins.”Katya threw a crust of black bread at my feet. It landed in the dirty water with a splash. “Here, svoloch. The dogs didn't want it.”They bursted into laughter.I kept my head down. Ten winters in the Orlov household had taught me that silence was the only armor they couldn't strip away. Elena's stiletto heels clicked across the courtyard behind me. The eldest Orlov daughter stopped so close that I could smell

Liliana's POVAt the Volkov's manor, My husband made me kneel in his throne room. My father also has a throne room. It's more like a judgement seat. I have experienced my father sentence a man to death for stealing from his money to save his daughter.My memories are still fresh from the encounter. “You stole from me to save your daughter!” My father slammed, his voice shook the building. “How useless.” He spat. “Girls are a waste of resources. If you had stolen my money to save your son, I would have turned a blind eye.”The man turned to look at me who was busy scrubbing the floor of the throne room. The experience still made my stomach burn.I looked down at my reflection on the shiny marble floor of Mikhail's throne room. I looked horrible. My wedding gown was a cheap imitation silk, one that Elena had picked for me. The air reeked of gunpowder and expensive cigarettes. Then he stepped forward. Mikhail Volkov. The devil with the face of a fallen angel. His high cheekbones

Liliana POVThe knife felt foreign in my hand. Cold. Heavy. Nothing like the little blade I'd kept hidden in my undergarments. Mikhail stood across from me on the training mats, his arms crossed over his bandaged chest. The white gauze had a small red stain where I'd stabbed him yesterday. The sight made my stomach twist. “Show me your grip,” he commanded, his voice dark.I swallowed hard and tightened my fingers around the handle. My sweaty palms were making the metal slick.He moved like lightning. One second he was standing still, the next, he was right in front of me. His large hand covered mine, adjusting my fingers with rough precision. “Thumb here,” he said, pressing it against the flat side of the blade. “Or you'll slice your own hand open.”His touch burned. I pulled my hand away too quickly. My breath came in short gasps.Mikhail's lips twitched. “Scared, Malyshka?” “No.” I lied, my voice barely above a whisper.Lie. Everything about him terrified me. The way he mo

Liliana’s POV Mikhail caught me off guard. His lips crashed into mine, as he enveloped my mouth with a kiss. But I didn't refuse. I expected harshness but he was gentle.His hands cupped my face with surprising tenderness, thumbs brushing away tears I hadn't realized were falling. With every thrust he made, a wave of pain and pleasure coursed through my veins. “Breathe Malyshka,” he whispered against my lips, his eyes burning with intense pleasure.I moaned silently in ecstacy, biting my lips in pleasure. When he walked in earlier with blood stained clothes, I couldn't help but pity him. Not that I cared. But he was my husband, at least for now.The sex was pleasurable and I didn't realize I had drifted off to sleep.The sound of the door opening woke me up from my slumber. A tall figure stood at the door, her aura made a shiver run down my spine. “Well well. What do we have here?” A cold and calculating voice rang through the room. “Aunt Anastasia.” Mikhail smiled, not leaving

Liliana I woke up to silence. The kind of heavy, suffocating silence that pressed against my eardrums and made my heart race with panic.My eyes fluttered open slowly, adjusting to the dim light filtering through the heavy curtains. Everything felt wrong. My body ached in places I didn't know could hurt. My throat felt raw and scratchy, like I had been screaming for hours.The IV needle in my arm tugged at my skin when I tried to move. Clear liquid dripped steadily from a bag hanging beside the bed. Each drop echoed in the quiet room like a tiny clock counting down.I was back in Mikhail's bedroom. The same room where Anastasia had chained me up like an animal. The memory hit me like a physical blow, making my stomach twist with nausea.My hand flew to my throat instinctively. My fingers found two small, tender holes just above where the diamond collar had been. The wounds were already healing, but they throbbed with each heartbeat. He had bitten me. Marked me like I was his property