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

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Whispers in the Wall

Alessia’s POV“Did you hear that?”I wasn't talking to anyone, the words just sort of tumbled out before I could stop them. I sat straight up in bed with the sheet wrapped around my legs, my heart was beating so loud I could barely hear anything else. A few minutes ago, the corridor beyond the door had been filled with heavy footsteps and low voices. It sounded like the whole city was having a meeting there with hushed voices.I dropped my feet to the floor, the marble felt cold to my toes and the moonlight filtered through the curtains across the room like pale strips. I stood up, moved closer to the door, and pressed my ear against the huge door, hoping to get a word of what their whispers were about.I could hear two voices through the door, they were trying to keep it low.“How did they get to them unnoticed?” a man murmured.Another voice, sharper. “It doesn't matter now, does it?”A pause. A breath.“They had to kill one of our men, the boss would never let this go,” the first

Running from the Devil's Reach

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

Shadows on the Thresholds

Alessia's POV“Get down.”I couldn't finish the words before I dragged Sophia off the couch and into the narrow space between the coffee table and the wall.I had woken Sofia earlier because I couldn't sleep and the morning light was just coming up.Something slammed against the front door while I was trying to make breakfast. It didn't sound like a knock. Not a mistake.A hit. An intentional one.The sound tore through the quiet house like a gunshot.Sofia's breath caught in her throat as we threw ourselves hard on the floor of the sitting room. It took me a second to leave the kitchen and get to where Sofia was sitting.Another sound, this time harder. The door rattled in its frame.“Who is that?” Sofia whispered, her voice barely making a sound. I didn’t answer.Because I already knew.I could feel him with the heaviness in the air.---There was no sound after the third blow. Everywhere went silent. Too silent.I crawled toward the edge of the couch and lifted my head a littl

Wings over Fire

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

Tongue-Tied in Ecstacy

Alessia's POV You could hear the ocean whispering against the stilts right under the villa; it was a slow, cozy rhythm that just drifted in through the open windows. Dante was just a few inches away and I could practically feel the heat of him licking at my skin even though we weren't touching yet. His eyes were tracing my face like he didn't want to miss any emotion I was trying to hide. “You’re still shaking,” he said with a low and rough voice, the sound vibrated straight through my chest. “Not from fear anymore, are you?”I swallowed my spit. “No.”He came closer, he was so close I had to lift my head to look him in the eye. “Then tell me what it is.” He brushed the upper side of my jaw with his thumb, it happened slowly. “Say it.”My breath hitched, I didn't know how the words came out. “I… I want you to touch me.”His pupils dilated instantly. “Where, Alessia?”I licked my lips, I could feel heat crawling up my neck immediately. “Everywhere. But… start slow. Please.”He gave

The Price Of Her Blood

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

Bloodlines and Betrayals

Dante's POVI didn't even think before I moved, my feet just did.I slammed the balcony doors as I ran down the steps towards the beach, I didn't mind the sand spraying beneath my shoes. As I ran, my pulse was already spiking and my instincts were as sharp as they could ever be.Alessia didn't know anyone here, she wasn't even supposed to be talking to anyone.Not after what happened last night.The wind blew sand in my face as I approached them. My eyes fell on her first, she was standing knee-deep in the water and her long hair was glowing in the sun.Then, I saw him.He was tall and he had a relaxed posture. His hands were casually in his pockets like he belonged there.My hand instinctively brushed the inside of my jacket.Then the man turned slightly.And I stopped.Marco.I exhaled with relief as the feeling of recognition settled in.He lifted one brow when he saw me approaching furiously.“Easy, cugino,” Marco called out lightly. “You look like you’re about to shoot someone.”

Eighteen Years Buried

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

Shattered

Alessia’s POVThe second sound wasn’t quiet.It wasn’t a footstep. It wasn’t a door.It was clear and to the point.Violent glass breaking suddenly.I suddenly sat up before I was fully awake, my heart pounding as shards scattered across the floor next to the bed. The night wind caught the curtains, pulling them inside and making them snap as if they had a life of their own.“Dante?” I answered without thinking, my voice was heavy with sleep and confusion.“Dante, is that really you?”No answer.All you hear is the ocean’s hiss outside and the crunch of boots stepping on broken glass.I felt my blood run cold.A shadow slipped through the broken window frame.No hesitation.It was full of purpose.The moonlight caught the metal in his hand, it was shiny.Gun.I screamed.He lunged forward.I rolled off the bed just as the mattress dipped where my body had been seconds earlier. A hand grabbed the sheets, missing me by a few inches.“Shut up!” he barked, his voice distorted behind a bla

Blood in the Walls

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

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