All Chapters of Hidden Fire in the Snow: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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

The blurred yet undeniable photo on the phone screen felt like it was burning my very existence to ashes.My heart hammered violently against my ribs. Lucas Valentine and Edward Smith—the two greatest curses of my life, enemies from opposite poles—were shaking hands in the same frame! The cruel smirk on their faces made me feel like nothing more than a pawn in a game. Had Lucas confined me to his palace and taken me into his embrace only to play some horrific game alongside Edward?​I quickly hid the phone under my pillow, my hands trembling. Just then, the heavy mahogany door creaked open. Lucas entered.The flames in the fireplace were dying down, but their reddish glow cast haunting shadows across his sculpted bare chest. He wore only thin black silk pajama bottoms.In the firelight, every muscle of his body looked like the work of a master sculptor. He approached with slow, deliberate steps that seemed to sync with my own heartbeat.His eyes held that same calm yet terrifying pul

As the bullet from Marcus’s gun sped toward me, time seemed to freeze. The sound of shattering glass at the lake house, the leaping flames of the fire, and Lucas’s agonized cry—everything went silent in an instant.Before my eyes flashed my father’s smiling face, my mother’s tears, and those forbidden, heavenly moments spent in Lucas’s embrace last night. I am the blood of the Moreno lineage, I am cursed—would this truth be the cause of my death today?​I closed my eyes, prepared for the end. But in that very second, I felt a violent shove. Someone pushed me aside with immense force. I crashed onto the floor.​After the deafening roar of the explosion, everything went still. The room was filled with smoke and dust.I opened my eyes, trembling. My heart was thumping like a wild animal inside my chest. Was I okay? Was I not dead?​I tried to sit up. Through the haze of smoke, I saw Lucas’s silhouette. He was standing, staring at Marcus. But his posture was strange—he seemed to be lea