Lahat ng Kabanata ng Hidden Fire in the Snow: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 6

The limousine standing beyond the window glowed through the heart of the darkness like some primal beast. The gold pendant in my hand felt hot as fire. Every engraved design on the locket pricked my fingertips like poisonous thorns. This was the same locket I saw repeatedly in my nightmares, yet in reality, it wasn't supposed to exist. My brain screamed at me—'Run Sophia, lock the door!' But my body moved toward the window, drawn by an uncontrollable pull.​I knew Lucas Valentine was no ordinary client. He was a man who knew how to seize whatever he desired. He knew my address, he knew my nightmares, and he knew how to stoke the forbidden fire within me. I didn't hesitate for another second. Looking at 'Snow', my only companion lying on the sofa, I whispered, "I'm coming, baby; I have to see what he wants today."​I adjusted my dress and hurried downstairs. These Quebec nights are bone-chillingly cold, but inside me, heat flowed like lava. As I pushed the heavy door of the large ap

The nightgown fell from my shoulders, pooling like a heap of silk on the floor. The reddish glow from the fireplace played strange tricks with the shadows on my bare skin. Lucas watched me—there was no forgiveness in his eyes, no mercy; only a primal hunger and the intoxication of conquest. The truth of my father’s murder whispered in my ear like a venomous snake, and Lucas was the ruthless sorcerer standing with his heel firmly on that snake’s head.​He swept me up from the dining table. The sheer strength in his arms reminded me of how insignificant I was before him. He laid me down on the vast, plush carpet of the living room. The heat of the fire scorched my back on one side, while Lucas’s ice-cold gaze froze my heart on the other.​"Lucas... that name... tell me," I panted. Every breath felt like a scream of agony.​Lucas leaned over me. He pressed his knee between my thighs, pinning me against the carpet.He bunched my hair in his fist and pulled my head back. "Truth comes at

In the dark corner of the library, seeing Lucas’s smiling face and the cold gaze of the camera lens, I felt as if the ground wasn't just slipping from beneath my feet—I was entering a living grave.As Mr. Daniels’ sweaty hands tried to tear the silk strap of my dress from my shoulder, I wasn't looking at Daniels; I was staring into Lucas’s grey eyes. There was no mercy in them, only a demonic stillness.​"Lucas! Save me! Please!" I screamed. My voice bounced off the library bookshelves and echoed back to me.​Lucas adjusted the focus on his camera lens. He said in a low voice, "Scream a little more, Sophia. The more helpless you look, the more certain Daniels’ downfall will be."​Daniels gave a repulsive laugh and began to rub his face against my neck. My skin crawled with disgust. Just then, when Daniels thought he had won, Lucas turned off the camera. In an instant, the calm in his eyes vanished, replaced by a hellish rage. He lunged forward with the agility of a panther, grabbed D