Chapter 131: Dark Knight

"I'm going to kill him," I swore sincerely, the vow tearing out of me in a visceral wave because my rational mind was completely gone."Don't talk nonsense," she whispered against my outburst. She pulled back just an inch, but she was still close enough that I could feel her breath on my face. "You know that's impossible.""Have you told anyone?""Only Arianna. That's why I need her so much; she was my only refuge.""But what about someone who can actually do something? Your father, your uncle, your brother?"She snorted, letting out an ironic, bitter laugh."No one cares about me, Fabrizio. I've never mattered to anyone."*God, I want to tell you that I care. I want to throw you over my shoulder and drag you out of this living hell.* But I knew I couldn't, so I forced myself to restrain my tongue."This place has always been a place of peace for me," she explained softly. "When I was a child, I came here with Ari. We played here, we laughed here, we cried here, and we grew up here. T

Chapter 132: Bianca

I feel like my heart is going to explode inside my chest when his lips rest on mine. I don’t know what to do; I don’t know how to act because I’ve never reciprocated a kiss in my life. I’ve been forced to endure it many times before, but I have never kissed back. The feeling is overwhelming—it’s sublime, burning, and absolutely perfect.I let myself be carried away by the movement of his lips and the feel of his hands cradling my cheeks, holding onto me as if he is afraid to let me go. And I don't want him to. I don't want him to ever let me go.My fingers travel to the back of his neck, intertwining with his hair. His soft tongue tempts me, and I open my mouth without hesitation to make room for it. He explores me, letting his delicious flavor explode in my mouth—a mixture of menthol with a touch of nicotine that, far from being unpleasant, stimulates me even more. I don't even recognize myself when my tongue moves to meet his, joining in a perfect dance, as if this were normal, the

Chapter 133: Bianca

Fabrizio stands up behind me and catches my arm, preventing me from leaving."Bianca, don't do this," he says, pressing himself against my back.My body trembles at his sudden proximity, and I hate myself for everything I am feeling, both in my body and in my soul."Let me go, please. This is dangerous. If they see you here with me, they will kill you.""It's not me you should worry about," he whispers in my ear. "I know how to take care of myself." He gently turns me around to face him head-on. "I'm worried about you.""You must think I'm just an unfaithful slut.""What?" he asks with a sharp frown. "No, of course not. Is that why you stopped?" I look down in embarrassment, but he takes my chin, lifting it so I have to meet his gaze. "Bianca, if you don't want to continue, it's fine. Even if you want to pretend that none of this ever happened, that's fine too. I'm not going to force you to do anything. But don't believe things about yourself that aren't true.""And what do you know?

Chapter 134: The Next thing

COMING SOON‼️‼️‼️ Shot by Cupid’s Arrow: Greek Myths Erotica ‼️‼️‼️ Pls rate and comment thanks 🙏 🙏🙏 Prologue The wedding of Peleus and Thetis was meant to be a celebration blessed by the heavens. Gold goblets overflowed with nectar. Music drifted through the high halls, intoxicating and sweet, while gods laughed beside mortals. The air itself shimmered with a blinding, divine light. Every immortal had been invited to share in the glory. Except one. Far beyond the warm glow of the feast stood Eris, the Goddess of Discord, her rage burning hotter than the fires of Hephaestus. To exclude Discord from a gathering of gods was foolish enough. To insult her publicly was unforgivable. While laughter echoed through the grand columns, Eris stepped silently into the fringes of the celebration. With a cruel, elegant flick of her wrist, she tossed a single golden apple into the center of the room before vanishing back into the shadows. The music stopped. The laughter died in t

Chapter 135: The Next Thing

Paris The gods smell like rain before a devastating storm.I notice it long before I find the courage to lift my eyes fully toward them. The scent rolls over the slopes of Mount Ida in heavy, electric waves, carrying the sharp, metallic taste of ozone across my tongue. Behind me, my flock has gone deathly still, the sheep huddled together in silent terror. Even the mountain wind has ceased to blow. The earth itself is holding its breath.I should be face-down in the dirt right now, begging for mercy like any normal shepherd.Instead, my pulse hammers with a reckless, intoxicating fascination.The four figures standing before me don’t belong among the rough grass and jagged stone of my solitary world. They are radiant—so blindingly perfect that their mere presence makes the mortal world seem instantly dull, washed-out, and cheap.I slowly rise from beneath the shade of the ancient olive tree, my knuckles turning white as my grip tightens around my wooden staff. It’s a useless weapon a

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Chapter 131: Dark Knight

Chapter 132: Bianca

Chapter 133: Bianca

Chapter 134: The Next thing

Chapter 135: The Next Thing