All Chapters of BLOODY THRONE: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

The stained glass of the St. Aubrey cathedral flooded the entire interior and pew in bright red and golden light giving space an ethereal feel. Everyone was silent as they waited listened in anticipation to the priest officiate the marriage.Rosana Marcello stood quietly before the altar, a picture of poised perfection. Her wedding dress fanned out around her from the waist down. Her fingers gripped the bouquets with perfectly still hands but deep within her, she was trembling, trying really hard to calm her nerves. She was quite sure the pounding of her heart was almost as loud as the cathedral bells though thankfully no one seem to be paying her any attention.She closed her eyes and spoke to herself, giving herself the strength she needs. The groom whispered something soothing in her ears and she felt herself growing calm till the pounding of her heart was now almost back to normal.She slowly opened her eyes and returned Luca’s smile. She forced herself to pay attention to what wa

Three weeks later….No thanks to the little things around her that reminded her of her childhood, Rosy started to grow doubtful of her memories. She wasn't even sure anymore if her identity was still hers. First, it was her old Peter Pan nightie she wore as a kid back at the orphanage. She had discovered it tucked in an ancient-looking wardrobe in her room. Next had been the bracelet she vaguely remembered her foster mom gave her when she clocked eighteen years. Obviously, it was something that had also being with her when they found her on the orphanage stairs. The most shocking of all was when the chef on seeing her, burst into tears and hugged her tightly, rambling in a language Rosy wasn’t the least bit familiar with.Obviously, the rotund woman knew her though Rosy couldn’t have claimed to know her. Worst still, she had gone ahead to prepare Rosy’s favorite dish ever since she was a kid. Rosy frowned at her reflection in the mirror. How had she known what I liked as a child?H

Talk of the intruder was all that the kitchen staff could gossip about in the coming weeks but Sergio ignored them.“I need you to answer my questions.” Sergio voice boomed out above her as she sat down on the grass in the garden, reading a book. She looked at him, shading her eyes from the sun with her book.“Would it kill you to speak kindly at the very least?” She said teasingly to him.“What did he discuss with you?” he asked, overriding her as he usually did.“Who?” Rosy asked, cocking her eyebrows at him.“The intruder in your room.” “He didn't say anything to me.” Rosy replied honestly.“If I find out you lying to me__”“Did you find out his identity?” Rosy spoke over him.Sergio frowned in annoyance at being interrupted but he held his anger back.“He was sent by Matteo.” Hawk eyes stayed focused for the slight sign of recognition.“Who's Matteo?” **************************************************Was she pretending not to know Matteo? Sergio wasn't sure what to think.Afte

The manor pulsed with panic. Red light washed over the grand marble halls, painting the place like a war zone. Alarm sirens wailed, but they barely cut through the noise in Rosana’s head. Her grip on the pistol was firm, steady—but her insides were anything but. The name burned on her tongue. Luca. Her almost-husband. The man who had stood mute at the altar while Sergio ripped her from the aisle like a possession. The man who had watched it happen. Said nothing and hadn't fought hard to protect on her wedding day. And now he had the nerve to come charging in like a hero? No. This wasn’t bravery. It was guilt with a gun. “He’s late,” she said, striding down the hallway, her eyes scanning every corner like a soldier trained for war. Sergio was just behind her, his own weapon drawn. “He brought armed men into my house. He’s not looking to talk.” “There's a truth about Luca you aren't telling me, right? ” Rosana muttered. Sergio’s voice was level but watchful. "Why do you sa