All Chapters of Marked by his sin: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Alessia's POV“Run.”That was the first word that came to my mind. I didn’t need to say it aloud before I moved.I didn’t overthink. I just acted.My feet were bare, and I didn’t care. I tiptoed across the cold stone of the balcony floor and swung my legs over the low railing. I landed on the muddy earth below and twisted my ankle. A groan rose in my throat, but I clamped a hand over my mouth to keep the sound in.I knew I had to leave before anyone noticed I was gone.I rolled down the slope toward the line of trees behind the mansion.Branches tore at my clothes, and thorns bit into my skin. Finally, I slipped deep into the forest and let it swallow me whole. The mansion lights faded behind me until I couldn’t see the windows anymore.I pushed myself up and ran until my chest burned and my legs refused to carry me any farther.Then I stopped.I crouched behind a fallen log, pulled my knees to my chest, and pressed my hands over my mouth to smother the sound building in my throat. My

Alessia's POV “Down!” I didn’t think—I moved. Dante’s arm wrapped around my waist and dragged me backward just as the first shot was fired through the hallway. A second before, my head was right where that bullet just blew up, sending dust and little bits flying everywhere. All of a sudden, everything was loud and shadows were running in different directions. Hundreds of men poured in from both ends of the corridor, their boots were thundering against the hard floor and they were yelling stuff I couldn't really understand. Luca was already on the move, pulling me with him towards a door on the side, his face looked hard and focused. “Rooftop,” he shouted into the small device at his ear. “Now. Tell the pilot to light it up.” Dante pushed me behind a thick marble column and stepped forward like he was stepping into the storm on purpose. He moved like stuff wasn't going crazy around him, so calculated and precise. A man came at him from the left, and Dante caught him by the

Alessia's POV“They were aiming for her.”I couldn't stop thinking about Luca's words even after he had left, I just couldn't forget those words in a hurry.The morning sun spread across the white sheets, the ocean was shimmering too and it made everything in the world look perfect but I could still hear those words ringing in my head.They were aiming for her.For me.Those words alone should have scared me. Instead, I chose not to think about it.Because if I did… it would make me start asking questions. And I wasn’t sure I was ready for the answers that would follow.Dante was still asleep beside me, he placed his arms over his eyes to block the sunlight. His breathing was slow and it sounded like a steady rhythm, like he didn’t carry the weight of an empire on his shoulders.Like we hadn’t just escaped being killed.Like someone hadn’t tried to put a bullet in my back.I turned to my side to study him quietly. In sleep, he looked younger. All the sharp lines he always had writte

Alessia’s POVI jumped off the bed before I could even think about what was happening.My hand flew to the nightstand and grabbed the first thing I could reach — a heavy glass lamp. I ripped the cord from the socket and held it up like a weapon, my heart was slamming violently against my ribs.“Don’t move!” I shouted, my voice was shaking despite my effort to keep it steady. The figure by the door is still.Then—“Alessia.” The voice called.Dante.His voice cut through the panic instantly, it sounded low and controlled, like he didn't want to scare me any further.I blinked, my breath hitched as my eyes tried to adjust to the dim light.He stood just inside the room, raised his hands slightly — not in surrender, but in reassurance. He had changed out of his beach clothes; his shirt clung to his shoulders, and his expression was tight with concern.“It’s me,” he said softly. “Easy.”My grip on the lamp loosened, but I didn’t lower it immediately.“You scared me,” I whispered.“I didn

Alessia's POVThe gun fired.The bullet tore past Dante’s shoulder and went straight into the wall behind me.The plaster exploded with a noise. I screamed out my lungs.Dante moved at the same time.He spun, grabbed my waist, and threw me sideways. This happened just as another shot cracked through the corridor. The second bullet shattered the bathroom mirror where my head had been seconds earlier.Glass rained down.Before I knew what was happening, Dante was already firing.One shot.Two.A man at the far end jerked backward as a bullet went through his throat. His blood sprayed the wall behind him in a dark arc. He collapsed without a sound.The second shadow ducked for cover.Dante didn’t hesitate.He pushed me behind him and moved forward.Slow.Deliberate.Terrifying.The remaining attacker fired blindly from behind a pillar. The shot grazed Dante’s arm, tearing fabric and skin.He didn’t even flinch.He just kept walking.Dante got another. The pillar splintered.The man let