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Chapter 1

The smell of roses always made me want to scream.They looked beautiful, delicate, flawless in the eyes of the world, but I knew better. I knew the thorns that drew blood when you touched them too carelessly. Just like people, roses wore their beauty like a disguise, hiding the pain they carried.That was why my bouquet slipped from my trembling hands the moment the driver opened the car door for me. White roses. They tumbled onto the stone pavement, petals scattering like broken promises, and all I could think was how perfect it looked for the occasion.My wedding day.I swallowed hard, trying not to let the panic show. Everyone was watching me—strangers mostly, men and women dressed in silk and gold, people who knew my last name but didn’t care about the girl wearing it. They weren’t here for me. They were here for the spectacle. For the contract disguised as a marriage.For the deal my father signed with Kenneth Diego.“Pick it up, Melinda.” My father’s voice was sharp, cutting thr

Chapter 2

The car slowed as it turned onto a quiet road lined with towering trees. Their shadows stretched across the glass like skeletal fingers, clawing at the night. I clutched the bouquet tighter, though its weight felt unbearable, my knuckles white as bone.The silence between us was thick, suffocating, each second dragging like an eternity.Kenneth hadn’t looked at me again since he’d spoken. His gaze stayed fixed on the world outside, as if the blur of the city held all the answers he couldn’t find in me.Finally, the car pulled to a stop in front of a mansion so large it swallowed the night. The house loomed over me, modern, sharp lines of glass and steel, glowing faintly from the lights within. It was beautiful, impressive even, but cold. Cold in a way that made my chest ache.Home, they would call it. But it wasn’t mine. And I doubted it was his either.The driver opened the door, and I stepped out, my gown sweeping across the stone driveway. The air was heavy with the scent of rain,

Chapter 3

The first thing I noticed was the silence.It was the kind of silence that didn’t belong in a home, it belonged in mausoleums, in places where the dead slept and the living feared to breathe too loudly.I blinked against the morning light spilling through the curtains, my head heavy from a restless night. The sheets beneath me were smooth, untouched, as though I hadn’t moved all night. My body ached anyway, not from the bed, but from the weight of the memories pressing down on me.I turned my face into the pillow and inhaled. No scent. No warmth. No trace of life. Just linen.I wanted to pretend this wasn’t real, that yesterday had been a nightmare, that if I opened my eyes again, I’d be back in the small room that had been mine before all of this. That my brothers’ laughter would spill down the hallway, that my father’s voice would call my name.But when I opened them, I was still here.The bouquet lay crumpled on the dresser, its petals withered overnight as if mocking me. A broken

Chapter 4

The room was dark, but I couldn’t sleep.The weight of the silence pressed against my chest, thick and smothering, until I felt like I was drowning in it. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the way Kenneth had left the dining room—back straight, eyes forward, not even sparing me a glance. As though I were invisible.And maybe I was.I sat at the edge of the bed, the hem of my nightdress pooling around my ankles, staring at the faint glow of the moon through the curtains. My hands trembled in my lap, though I wasn’t cold. I was restless.I told myself not to cry, but the tears came anyway, hot, angry, unwanted. They slid silently down my cheeks, falling onto my palms. I pressed my fingers into my skin until it hurt, until I could feel something other than emptiness.It was supposed to be easier, wasn’t it? Marriages like this weren’t about love. They were about names, contracts, survival. I had known that when I said yes, or rather, when I was forced to say yes.But knowing it didn’t m

Chapter 5

The night was quieter than it had any right to be.Too quiet.I lay awake, the resolve I had whispered to myself before the mirror still burning faintly in my chest. But resolve was a fragile thing in the silence of a mansion that wasn’t mine, with a husband who wanted nothing to do with me.I had told myself I would endure, that I would outlast. Yet as the hours dragged on and the walls seemed to close in tighter, I began to wonder if resolve alone was enough to survive a man like Kenneth Diego.When the clock struck midnight, I slipped from the bed and walked toward the balcony. The night air was cool, brushing my face like a secret. From up here, the city glittered faintly in the distance, but the house itself seemed shrouded in shadow. I gripped the railing, breathing in the silence.I wasn’t afraid of silence. I had lived in it before, in my father’s house, in the years after the tragedy that had scarred me. But this silence was different. This one felt… alive. Watchful.And then

Chapter 6

The creak of the hinges felt louder than a scream.I froze, every muscle in my body locking tight as the door to my room drifted open inch by inch. The air shifted, heavy with something unseen, something dangerous.A shadow slipped inside.My pulse spiked, hammering so hard it hurt. Whoever it was moved with silence so deliberate it unsettled me more than footsteps would have. Not Kenneth. Kenneth never crept. He stormed. He commanded space like it belonged to him.This was different.I stayed perfectly still, lying on my side with my back to the door, my breaths shallow, feigning sleep. My mind screamed at me to move, to scream, to fight, but fear pinned me in place.The shadow lingered at the threshold for a moment before stepping deeper into the room. The floor groaned faintly under the weight.One step.Two.Closer.I squeezed my eyes shut, fighting the urge to glance over my shoulder. My heart thudded so violently I feared the intruder would hear it.A faint rustle followed, like

Chapter 7

The marble floor was cold under my feet as I bolted up the staircase, my breath tearing in ragged bursts. My nightgown clung to me like a second skin, and the air around me thickened with the echo of men’s voices, sharp and cutting, ricocheting through the vast mansion.“Run.”That one word, Kenneth’s voice, deep and burning with urgency, rang inside my head with every pounding step.But run where?This was his house, his cage. Every hallway twisted into another, every locked door reminded me that I wasn’t free. And if those men were hunting me…I darted down a corridor, heart slamming, lungs burning, until I pressed myself against the wall of a shadowed alcove. My hand flew to my mouth, muffling my breath as footsteps thundered below.“Find her!” The younger man’s voice was sharp, furious, animalistic.I flinched, curling into the shadows, praying the moonlight spilling through the windows wouldn’t betray me.Another voice followed, calm, dangerous, commanding. The stranger. “If she

Chapter 8

The night air bit into my skin as I froze before the idling car, my breath catching like a trapped bird. My legs screamed to run, but my body refused to obey. The stranger from the study—sharp suit, eyes like black steel, a predator wrapped in calm, watched me with that same cutting smile.“Get in, Mrs. Diego,” he repeated, his tone smooth, polished, lethal. “We’ve been waiting for you.”The car’s interior was dark, shadow swallowing shadow, but I could see the faint outline of another figure in the backseat. Watching. Waiting.My hand gripped the rusty gate behind me, the cold iron biting into my palm. Kenneth’s voice still rang in my head, Run.But where could I run now? Behind me, chaos exploded: shouts, fists meeting flesh, Kenneth’s low growl like a storm breaking. He was fighting for me. Fighting them.And yet here was this man, calm and patient, like he already knew the end of the story.“I’m not going with you,” I said, though my voice shook.The stranger chuckled softly, tilt

Chapter 9

His words struck harder than any blow, sharper than any blade.Punishment.The syllables reverberated in my chest, tearing through bone and breath until I could barely feel the ground beneath my feet.For a moment, I forgot the blood on his shirt, the fight that still echoed faintly in the night air. I forgot the car that had just vanished into the shadows. All I saw was him, Kenneth Diego, standing before me like a broken monument. His chest rose and fell, each breath ragged, like the words had ripped something out of him too.“I don’t” My voice cracked, fragile. “I don’t understand.”Kenneth released my wrist slowly, as if the weight of his grip had burned him. He staggered back a step, dragging a bloodied hand across his jaw. The night wind caught his shirt, torn and hanging from his frame, revealing the deep bruise already darkening along his ribs.“You’re not supposed to,” he said finally, his tone flat. Brutal. A verdict, not an explanation.Anger clawed at me, burning through t

Chapter 10

His grip on my shoulders was bruising, his eyes burning into mine with a feverish intensity that made it hard to breathe. The words still echoed between us, They want you dead.I froze, staring up at him, trying to make sense of the whirlwind that was Kenneth Diego. One moment he was cold, calculating, calling me leverage. The next, he was trembling with the kind of desperation that didn’t belong to a man who claimed not to care.“Why?” My voice was barely a whisper, my lips trembling as I searched his face. “Why me?”His jaw clenched. He looked away, as though my question was too dangerous to answer, his hand still hot and heavy on my shoulders.“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to.”That wall again. His fortress of silence.I swallowed hard. “I don’t want your protection if it comes with chains. If I’m already marked”“You don’t get a choice, Melinda.” His voice cracked, low but sharp. “You think I wanted this? You think I wanted you here? But if you step out of line,

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