All Chapters of Till Death Do Us Part: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

23 Chapters

1: A very dangerous mistake

“He left you nothing, Valerie,” my aunt said. “You weren’t even mentioned in the will.”The rain was pouring down, soaking my new apron and uniform, my blonde hair hanging heavy against my cheeks. But I didn’t care. I barely noticed. I stood motionless, letting the rain claim me. My phone was pressed to my ear, listening to my aunt’s voice carve away the last thread I had to my family."You don’t have to come to the funeral," my aunt’s voice had said, flat and emotionless. "I think it will be… better this way."My hands clenched into fists, trembling with all the unsaid pain. The anger. Sadness. The fear.Better this way. The words rang in my ears as my throat closed up. My father was dead. And I wasn’t even worth a chair at the family table, not even in death. I didn’t speak. I couldn’t. Not without my voice cracking, revealing my hurt. My relationship with my father was …strained. And it had been ever since my mother left us when I was only six years old. But to deliberately cut m

Last Updated : 2025-08-15

2: You made the mess

Silence filled the entire café as Santiago’s eyes burned holes in mine. And then chaos erupted simultaneously. Ana gasped and clung to Dom’s arm for support. Dom’s eyes widened in horror at the sight of coffee on Santiago’s jacket which made him unaware of that his hands were directly under the tab on the espresso machine because of Ana’s slightly pull. “¡Dios mío!” Javier murmured, desperately grabbing a towel and rushing towards Santiago. “Oh my god,” I squealed, dropping the tray on the floor, landing in the pool of coffee, splashing more on his pants. His gaze lowered to the new incident. And his eyes didn’t exactly get kinder. “Señor Morales,” Javier’s voice was heavy with equally respect and regret. “Please allow me to – “ Before he could reach Santiago with the towel, Santiago raised a single hand to silence him – and the entire café. In the same moment, the espresso machine hissed, and hot espresso burned Dom’s hand, making him yell out, swearing in Spanish. Santiago’s

Last Updated : 2025-08-16

3: It was never about cleaning it

You will just have to pay for it later. His words hung over me like a death sentence as I finished cleaning his shirt the best I could offer. “There,” I pulled back my hand, clutching the towel to my chest. “It’s done.” “Good,” he said simply, standing up in one smooth motion. His tall figure filled the room again. He grabbed his jacket from the table, reached into the pocket, retrieving his phone, and quickly sent a message. Shortly after, a knock on the backdoor startled me, making me stand and take a step away, before the door opened and a suited arm reached inside with a garment bag. “El León,” the voice said. “Gracias Julián. Wait outside.” The door closed again. Santiago began to unbutton his stained shirt, each motion slow and precise. My breath caught before I could stop it. His chest was lean, sculpted, a faint scar tracing just below the ribs. His eyes flicked up, catching me staring. “I’m glad you like what you see, dulce,” he chuckled, deep and amused. “At least so

Last Updated : 2025-08-27

4: It's Friday

The espresso was done, thanks to Dom’s secretly guidance, and I had placed it on the tray, balancing it carefully out toward Santiago – turning, smiling softly to Ana and Dom, whispering wish me luck – when the doorbell rung, as it had so many times already today. But this time, Ana’s eyes widened in horror, and she muttered “Mi*rda…” Dom’s eyes widened as well before they sharpened, his arm tugging Ana protectively behind him.I turned to look at whoever got them rattled and flinched at the sight of a man standing right behind me, blocking my way. He was tall, dark-blond hair, piercing blue eyes, and had a vicious scar across his left eye. He was wearing a white shirt underneath a dark leather jacket, soaked in rain. He took one look at me, smiling with a worrisome hunger, before looking toward the counter. “Ana.” His voice was low and cold, carrying an Eastern-European accent, maybe Polish. “It’s Friday.” His eyes were unnervingly icy. Ana clung to Dom’s arm without shifting her gaz

Last Updated : 2025-08-28

5: They'll come looking for you

“Sit,” he ordered quietly, gesturing toward the table he occupied earlier – the table with a single vase of red roses. I obeyed, lowering myself onto the couch, moving in. He followed, sitting very close to me. Then he turned his head slightly. “Barista boy,” he said, his tone smooth but laced with authority. “Make us two coffees.” Dom stiffened, opening his mouth to protest, but Ana’s warning glance stopped him. He swallowed his pride. “Y-yes, Señor Morales.” “Make them strong,” Santiago added. “She needs it.” Ana moved quickly to help Dom, though her eyes kept flickering to me — worried, protective. I heard Dom’s lowly complaint damning the name barista boy before the rest drowned under the hiss from the espresso machine. Within minutes, the aroma of freshly pulled espresso filled the air again. Ana carried the tray over herself, careful not to spill, and placed the cups in front of us. Santiago nodded, satisfied, and she stepped back, hovering nearby. Santiago took a sip from

Last Updated : 2025-08-29

6: I enjoy a challenge

At the end of the square, across the street, a black SUV idled at the curb - the kind of car with tinted windows that stood out in a quiet neighborhood. As soon as Santiago appeared, the driver's door opened and a tall man in a perfectly tailored suit stepped out, scanning the street before walking around to open the rear passenger door.I froze, glancing between them. The tall, slender, and very serious-looking man gave Santiago a curt nod, the kind that carried more weight than words, before his eyes flickered to me. He looked a little curious, surprised even, but it felt more like he was assessing me than interested in Santiago’s company."Julián," Santiago said casually, answering the unspoken question, "this is Valerie."Julián's gaze scanned me, like mentally filing me away, before he turned his attention back to Santiago."¿A dónde, Señor Morales?" Where to?Santiago didn’t answer immediately. He looked past Julián, toward the café window where Javier stood with his hand on Ana

Last Updated : 2025-08-30

7: You don't sleep alone tonight

My breath caught, and I swallowed hard. “And what exactly does that mean?” My voice was low, shaky, daring him to answer. Santiago’s smile was all silk and danger. He didn’t answer right away. Instead, his hand moved across the table – slow, deliberate. Two fingers brushed my wrist, feather-light, tracing up the inside of my arm until goosebumps rose in their wake. He leaned in, his lips close enough that only I could hear. “It means…” his voice dropped into something rougher, edged with steel, “if you disobey me, or misbehave in any way…” His fingers reached my elbow, squeezing gently but firmly. “…I remind you who you’re with.”Then – swift, unexpected – his other hand captured mine against the table, pinning it down just enough for my breath to hitch. His grip wasn’t painful, but there was no mistaking the strength in it. He tilted his head, watching me closely. “Like this,” he murmured. The restaurant didn’t notice. To everyone else, it looked like we were simply holding hand

Last Updated : 2025-09-01

8: You are under me

My eyes widened. “What?” His hand tightened on mine, iron wrapped in silk. “If I drop you off tonight, Wiktor’s men will follow – and knowing Wiktor, he will try to hurt me any way he can.” The way he said the words send a shiver down my spine. “So, until I decide how to deal with him, you’re not out of my sight.” “Santiago – “ I started, panic and heat clashing in my chest. He cut me off, his gaze molten. “You’re under my protection now, mi ángel. You sleep where I sleep.” I wanted to argue. I wanted to scream. But the words caught in my throat as Julián stepped closer, murmuring rapid Spanish. I couldn’t follow the words, but I saw the way Santiago’s jaw flexed, before he nodded. Then he turned back to me, brushing a strand of hair from my face with unexpected gentleness. “You’re coming with me, mi ángel.” His voice was soft, but his words left no room for argument. “Your apartment isn’t safe. And I don’t share what’s mine with scavengers.” I recoiled slightly. “What I am is no

Last Updated : 2025-09-01

9: This is my home

The SUV slowed, turning down a long drive flanked by stone walls. At the end, an iron gate slid open without a sound, lantern light spilling across cobblestones.I pressed closer to the window, my chest tight. It wasn’t a house. It was a fortress.The vehicle rolled into a courtyard, and I noticed shadows moving – no, not shadows. Men. Armed men.They were watchful, eyes scanning the perimeter with soldier’s precision. One at the gate, two at the steps. Another pacing the courtyard, a rifle slung casually across his chest.My pulse stuttered.The SUV stopped. Julián was out first, opening Santiago’s door with the silent efficiency of someone who’d done this a thousand times. Santiago slid out, then turned, offering me his hand.I froze. Every man in the courtyard was looking at me.Santiago’s hand stayed extended, patient but commanding. “Valerie.” His voice was deep, allowing no refusal. I placed my trembling hand in his. He pulled me out gently, then tucked me against his side, his

Last Updated : 2025-09-03

10: A gilded prison

The doors sealed behind him with a click - a sound that made my chest tighten and my stomach twist. For a long moment I just stood there, pulse hammering in my throat, staring at the tall doors that he had locked. Apparently, he had other business to attend to before dealing with me.We have unfinished business, you and I. His words made me shiver.I turned, my eyes falling on the massive bed with its wine-colored silk sheets. It looked… soft, alluring, but also a bit terrifying. Like it was waiting to swallow me whole.His jacket, draped over my shoulders, smelled of him. Cedar. Smoke. Sandalwood. The scent was suffocating me. It made his presence stronger. I yanked it off and tossed it onto the bed.Wrapping my arms around myself, I rubbed soothing circles against my skin, trying to steady my breathing. Turning away from the bed, needing to move, to do something, I studied my surroundings. The room was beautiful in a way that made me uneasy. A carved dark wooden wardrobe stood agai

Last Updated : 2025-09-08

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