Semua Bab His Bloodstained Bride : Bab 21 - Bab 26

Raven’s Pov It’s been exactly seven days.Seven fucking days since I’ve been locked up in this oversized, marble-plated prison Alessio calls a house. I was losing my damn mind. I laid on the bed, still in the ridiculous pajamas he bought me—silky, soft, too expensive, and way too pink. It felt like I was playing house, like some bored housewife waiting for her emotionally unavailable husband to return.The irony made me want to scream.I had never been this bored in my life. I wasn’t built for stillness. I needed chaos. Movement. A target. Something.But no.Every morning I woke up and went through the same routine—shower, eat, sleep, fake laugh at fake movies, stare at the ceiling, pretend not to hate it here. I was dying from the inside out.Alex had called the day after I moved in, telling me not to do anything stupid. “Eyes are on me,” he said. “When the heat dies down, I’ll come get you.” That was seven days ago. Now all I had was silence and my own thoughts—which, frankly, were

Alessio’s povDiego and I walked into the living room. I dropped onto the couch silently. Diego mirrored me across the room.“So,” he started, “what the hell happened between the two of you?”I didn’t say a word.Diego raised a brow. “Oh, so now you don’t want to talk? Something must have triggered her to act like that.”“I didn’t do anything to her.”“Uh-huh.” He leaned back. “You sure you didn’t try making a move on her or something?”I turned to him, narrowing my eyes. “Is that what you think of me? That I’d just… Diego, I don’t have your patience for this.”He held up his hands. “Fine. Just asking.”Then I caught a scent in the air—fresh, crisp, unmistakably Raven, with some other scent.And right on cue, the doorbell rang.Diego stood up. “I’ll get it. Trouble’s here.”I shook my head. He always knew how to stir the pot, even when he wasn’t trying.He opened the door and it was Claire.She walked in like she owned the place, her smile fake and polished. She didn’t wait—just came

Raven’s PovThe rest of the day was... grey.I wandered around the house like a ghost who hadn’t figured out where she belonged. I watched the news for a while. Same old drama. Same headlines. My face still showing up between blurry shots of “wanted suspect” and “ongoing investigation.” The media had turned my life into a scandal, and the police were practically breathing down my neck—even from a distance.I called Elsie and Alex, just to hear their voices. It helped a little. Alex was his usual calm self, giving me advice I wasn’t ready to take. Elsie, on the other hand, cursed out everyone. She made me laugh, even when I didn’t want to.Then Diego came back.I heard the front door shut and boots echo through the hall.He walked in like he owned the place. I guess, being second to Alessio, he kind of did.“How are you doing?” he asked, looking at me like he already knew the answer.I gave him a dry look. “Do I look like I’m fine in this godforsaken house?”He chuckled. “Yeah, I can s