All Chapters of Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

"With each confession, my voice trembles, as if your presence alone shatters my vows into dust."BARON’S POVThe wind still carried the faint scent of gunpowder and burned wood from the church behind us, but here, in the woods, it felt almost… peaceful. Almost.I stayed pressed against the tree, still trembling slightly from the weight of what I’d just seen. My chest felt tight, raw. My hands were still curled into fists, nails digging into my palms.Ezreal’s presence loomed beside me, solid, unwavering. I didn’t move. I didn’t want to. And yet, I felt him inch closer, silent but deliberate, until his shoulder brushed mine.“You’re trembling,” he said softly. His hand moved to cover mine, warm, grounding.“I’m not,” I muttered, though my voice sounded weak even to me.He didn’t argue. He never needed to. He just let me breathe, let me process the pain, the anger, the helplessness.Finally, I swallowed, voice cracking a little. “Why did you… have to do it?”Ezreal’s eyes were dark, u

"You try to stay composed, but one brush of my mouth and you fall apart like you were built for these hands.”EZREAL’S POVI didn't know why I said what I did. All I knew was that as we lay there together, drenched in sweat, all I wanted was to hold him. To make love to him.At the thought, I froze.I had never thought of making love to Baron. I had thought of fucking him, yes. Ruining him. Bending him until he shook. But making love? Those words had never belonged to me.Baron’s hand brushed my cheek gently, pulling me from the mess in my head. He moved closer and pressed a soft kiss to my forehead.The action shocked me so hard I forgot how to breathe. When he pulled back, tears lined his eyes.The sight punched the air from my lungs.“Hey… what’s wrong?” I asked.He shook his head, swallowed hard. “I love you, Ez. I love you so much. I want this—us—to last forever. I want you.”He had told me he loved me before. But this… this wasn’t just love. This was surrender. This was devotion

"You speak of absolution, yet the heat between us burns brighter than any confession I could offer."EZREAL’S POVBaron slept like something I had dragged back from the edge—boneless, trusting, exhausted in that way only surrender made a man. His weight sank into the hard surface of the training mat where I placed him, but minutes before that, it sank heavier into me.I stayed beside him longer than I intended. My hand in his hair, his cheek warm against my chest. I listened to his breathing until it evened out, until the tremor in his muscles dissolved into something softer, human. I told myself it was patience.It was an obsession.When I finally stood, the room felt colder without him plastered to my skin. I dressed him first—shirt over his arms, trousers pulled gently up his legs, belt fastened loosely so it wouldn’t bite. Then I dressed myself, piece by piece, jaw set, chest still tight from what I had admitted aloud: that my heart was something that clawed, not held.I wouldn’t

VINCENT’S POVI always felt lucky that night picked me, and luckier that fate brought me to Rodrigo years ago.Before him, I was nothing. No family. No home. No food most nights. Just an orphan kid with dirty clothes and fast hands. I stole to live. Not because I liked it, but because hunger is louder than sin.Ten years ago, when I was only twenty, I killed a man with these bare hands—hands meant for thieving but turned into claws that night. He tried to kidnap me in an alley near the old market. I struck first. It was him or me. Blood or silence. He chose wrong, and I chose life.Rodrigo found me standing over that body, breathing too fast, eyes too wild for a man my age. He didn’t scream or call the church. He didn’t judge me. He just looked, nodded once, and said, “You survived. Good. Come.”He took me in. Fed me. Gave me real clothes, real warmth, real purpose. Purpose tastes better than survival. That’s why when he later told me I’d serve a new boss—Ezreal—I didn’t argue. I serv

CELESTE’S POVI stood in the middle of my room, staring at nothing. My reflection showed a face full of fury. I had just finished cleaning up to have breakfast and all I could feel in the pit of my stomach was fury. My towel hung loose around my breasts. Fury that Ezreal was serious about Baron. Fury that Baron was under this roof. Fury that Ezreal treated me like I was invisible.I clenched my fists. I wanted to murder someone. I was a woman. A beautiful one. Men turned to look at me everywhere I went. So why didn’t he? Why didn’t Ezreal spare me even a second glance? I had risked my life for him. I had taken a bullet meant for his heart. Even then, he didn’t trust me. I had wanted him to trust me, to open up his heart to me. But he hadn't. He had just locked me out and tossed the keys to the abyss. And yet… he trusted Baron.Baron, the damn priest. A man that couldn't continue his line. I could give him children. I could do things that Baron could never do. I had forged those d