All Chapters of Lord Of Violence [Elite Lords University Series]: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Prologue I _________ SERAPHINA The bass thrummed through the house, shaking the very foundation of the Morelli frat house. A haze of alcohol and smoke clouded the air, bodies pressed together, grinding to the beat of the music. The scent of expensive cologne, spilled beer, and sweat clung to the atmosphere, an intoxicating mix that made my pulse race. I had turned sixteen a week ago. A freshman at Elite Lords University, and this was the first frat party I had ever attended. Not because I wanted to drink or dance, and finally decided to do what people of my age were doing. But because Dante Morelli, my stepbrother, was here. And like a moth to a flame, I had come after him. I wanted him to see me. To see more than an annoyance, and an unwanted presence in his house. For once I wanted his attention, the same attention he showered half the female population with but never even spared me a glance. Since the moment Mr Morelli brought us to his home, Dante had hated my mother

SERAPHINA The scent of aged whiskey and cigar smoke lingered in Viktor Morelli’s office, curling around me like a noose. I sat stiffly in the leather chair across from his massive oak desk, my fingers digging into the armrests, my spine locked in place.Viktor leaned back, studying me with the same cold detachment he used when handling business deals. Because that’s all I was to him—a transaction. A problem to be solved. Whatever little girl dreams I had of him as being a father to me that I never had were scraped and marred the moment I took away his precious son from him.“You’ve grown,” he remarked casually, as if he was just noticing me for the first time and maybe he was as he had barely paid me any attention since the day I ruined everything. “You look just like your mother.”The comparison burned even though it was half right. I do have my mother’s blue eyes and her jet black hair, and the figure that I inherited from her, or maybe it aas due to all the diets my mother subject

SERAPHINA It has been a week since I received that message. A week since my step father dropped a bómb named: arrange marriage. One would think in this age and year, the practice must’ve stopped and maybe it has in the world around but not where the rich families and their hunger for expanding their business was concerned. Still… my impending arrange marriage wasn’t what had me looking over my shoulder every hour of the day. I felt eyes on me every time I went to university this week, and more than once I thought I saw one of the Lords in the café where I got the part time job. I could barely sleep. It has become more difficult in the last week than it was for the last two years. And believe me, when I say every night since that faithful night I have felt like they were here in the same room with me, taunting me with their presence that I dared to go against them. But it had only become more, my fear had escalated

SERAPHINA “Because I missed you.”The cafe fell into a suffocating silence at Dante’s declaration. A moment later chairs scraped against the marble floor as I watched people standing up and leaving, their curious eyes darting between Oliver and Dante as if they could find out what these men were going to do next. My eyes caught the girls that I had been waiting on, and I saw them recording with their phones. It was Oliver Romano who walked to them with a disarming smile and a smirk on his face. “Dante needs a one-on-one with his pretty little stepsister,” he drawled, his voice thick with amusement and something darker beneath that it seemed only I could notice. “You don’t mind, do you, sweetheart?”The girls simpered and giggled, and soon they walked out too.I looked around, my eyes scanning the café and I realised that not only the customers but the staff was nowhere to be seen. I was alone with these three men.My stomach twisted.I swallowed hard, my fingers curling into my pa

SERAPHINA Allister tsked. “I don’t think she really wants the forgiveness. Maybe we should continue with the punishment.” "No!" My eyes wide, I looked between the three men. "Just let me go. I won’t ever cross your path,” I said, and took a step between Oliver and Dante, trying to leave. But Oliver pulled me back in place. “That would be difficult to do when you live in his father’s house, don’t you think, little lamb?” I twisted my arm to get out of his hold, only for Allister to grab my other arm. And I was effectively trapped as Dante took another step toward me. “I’ll leave!” I cried, finally the fear that was slowly simmering inside me getting the best of me, slamming into me with full force that I started to feel my legs tremble. “Okay?” I breathed, trying to swallow the rush of tears that wanted release. “I’ll l-leave the town and you won’t even have to see me.” “Then, how will you pay for what you did, little sister?” “W-what do you want?” I asked, my voice shak