All Chapters of Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

“My faith is a fragile thread, and he's more than willing to unravel it.”Baron’s POVI didn’t sleep.I rolled from one end of the bed to the other until dawn painted the sky pale. The ceiling above me looked like a blank confession I couldn’t complete.No matter how hard I tried to push the thoughts away, they always came back. First started with the drowning, then my father’s cold stare, and then... Ezreal.Mostly Ezreal.I kept hearing his voice in my head, the way it dropped low when he called me 'Father', the way he treated me like a fuck toy, the...I told myself it was just guilt, that I wasn’t missing him, but the lie was thin and transparent.And then there was that woman. The voice that answered his phone.Who was she? Why was she with him?I tried not to think about it, but the more I resisted, the heavier the thoughts became, pressing against my chest until I felt like I couldn’t breathe.When the first bell rang for morning prayers, I finally stood up. My body moved ou

"I call it hell; he calls it home, and it’s time for me to join him.”Baron’s POVThe minute the sermon ended, I avoided his gaze, making sure to subtly look for him. But the space where he’d sat was empty. My eyes darted over the congregation, desperate to catch one last glimpse, but he was gone.Gone as suddenly as he’d appeared.For a moment, I just stood there, still at the altar, still pretending to be calm. My heart hadn’t stopped racing since he’d raised his hand. Every word he’d spoken echoed in my head, wrapping around my conscience like thorns.“If I marry him, will I be saved?”That question had carved itself into my mind, mocking me with every beat of silence.I was about to step down from the altar when a firm hand landed on my shoulder.“Father Baron!”I turned to see the Mayor, Ezreal's father, smiling at me, and beside him stood Archbishop Malrick. Tall, dignified, with the kind of presence that made everyone bow their heads as he passed.“Your sermon was… powerful

“I thought I was saving souls, but he is here to claim mine as his prize.”BARON'S POV I fell to the floor, my head thrown backwards against the wall.Once again, I let him have his way with me. I watched as his silhouette disappeared into thin air. I exhaled, a strange sense of satisfaction rippling through me. I wouldn't have to shamelessly stroke my dick to grant myself an orgasm. He offered it to me, but… not on a platter of gold. I had bound myself to him. I sealed my fate the moment I agreed to his every order. I called him husband… I agreed to a covenant a few blocks away from the altar. Once again, I had soiled this holy ground with my sins, and now I know, I have already known. Not even lighting the candles and fasting for centuries could wash off my sin. My desires still burned, it wouldn't quench… I didn't let it quench.I stood up and dusted my body, adjusting my robe, and grabbed onto a bundle of letters that I had suspected looked different. I raised my head, only

EZREAL’S POV“Get dressed,” I told Celeste. “We’re going out.”She looked up from where she sat, surprise flickering across her face. “At this hour? Where?”“To pay Lucian a visit.”Her eyes widened instantly. “You can’t be fucking serious. You’ll get us both killed.”I buttoned my jacket, ignoring the fear in her voice. “You’re coming with me, Celeste. And no, it’s not a request.”She stood abruptly. “Why me? You have men for this. Send them.”“I feel like taking a personal visit,” I said coldly.She went silent. I could see her pulse beating in her neck. For a moment, I thought she’d refuse outright, but she must’ve read the look on my face because she said nothing else. I didn’t explain my real reason for bringing her along, I wanted to see where her loyalty truly lay. She had proven herself resourceful, yes, but something about her never added up. If she was on my side, I needed to know. If not, I’d find out tonight.By the time we reached the garage, Vincent had already lined

"There’s a darkness within waiting to be awakened, and he’ll be my catalyst."BARON’S POVHe kissed her back.That single thought refused to leave my mind. I stood there like an idiot, frozen in place as her trembling lips met his. For one second, it was mutual—then she winced, breaking the kiss with a soft whimper of pain.Ezreal pulled away immediately, his expression tight.I should have looked away. I didn’t.Ezreal looked at me after she broke the kiss, his eyes shining with a glint. Something in my chest burned hot, clawing upward until it lodged behind my ribs. I told myself it was the cold wind sneaking in through the open window. But even I didn’t believe that lie this time, no matter how desperately I wanted to.When Ezreal finally stood, his arm slid under her knees, he brushed past me as though I weren’t even there. No glance. No word. Just the faint scent of his cologne and the weight of being unseen.He carried her out of the room, footsteps fading down the corridor.