Engaged to the Devil, Loved by His Shadow のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

The footsteps lingered outside my door.Not moving nor retreating, just waiting.My fingers tightened around my phone until my knuckles burned. The screen was dark now, lifeless, as if it hadn’t just threatened the only person in this house who made breathing easier. I didn’t move. I didn’t breathe. I counted heartbeats the way I’d learned to count bullets: quick, silent, necessary.One.Two.Three.A shadow passed beneath the thin strip of light at the base of the door.Then another.Someone cleared their throat. “Serafina.”Luca’s voice slid through the wood,smooth and unhurried.I closed my eyes and of course it was him. I slipped the phone into my palm and forced my expression into place before unlocking the door. When I opened it, Luca stood there alone, jacket gone, sleeves rolled up, dark hair immaculate as ever. No blood on him. No sign that he’d pulled the trigger an hour ago.That was always the most disturbing part. He didn’t look like death. He looked like control.“You

The phone burned against my thigh like a brand. I didn’t reach for it. Not yet.I kept my face composed, my posture perfect, my smile soft enough to pass for devotion as Luca guided me through the ballroom. Laughter rippled around us. Glasses clinked. The orchestra resumed as if no one had just been offered up as a sacrifice.This was how the De Santis empire functioned.Blood beneath silk Terror beneath music.Around us, the guests smiled too easily. Laughter came half a second too late, eyes flicking toward Luca before every reaction, every breath measured. This wasn’t a celebration. It was a performance and everyone here knew the cost of forgetting their lines. I felt it in the way servants kept their heads bowed, in the way no one spoke above the music unless Luca allowed it. Luca’s hand remained at my lower back, warm and possessive, steering me toward the head table. I felt Matteo’s presence across the room like a wound I refused to touch. I didn’t look at him. Looking would be

The fire followed us.Even as we ran, even as the night swallowed us whole, I could still feel the heat of the explosion licking at my spine, hear the echo of men screaming, smell burning fuel and scorched earth clinging to my lungs. The De Santis estate burned behind us like a wounded beast, roaring its fury into the sky.But Luca De Santis was not dead.I knew it the way you know when a storm hasn’t finished breaking when the air goes too still, too expectant.“Keep moving,” Matteo said, breath rough, blood soaking through the sleeve of his jacket. He staggered once but caught himself, jaw clenched so tightly I thought his teeth might crack.We plunged deeper into the trees, branches tearing at my dress, thorns ripping silk and skin alike. Vittorio led the way, his pace relentless despite his age, his silhouette sharp against the moonlight like a man carved from strategy rather than flesh.Only when we reached the ravine did he signal us to stop.A narrow cut in the earth opened be

The message came at dawn.No greeting. No threat. Just coordinates and a time.Come alone. Bring your shadow if you must.I stared at the phone, pulse steady for the first time in hours.“She knows about us,” Matteo said flatly.He stood by the window, gun already in hand, scanning the street below like it had personally offended him. We’d changed locations twice since Luca announced my death. Burned phones. New clothes. New routes. Survival had become ritual.“She’s always known,” I replied.Vittorio had disappeared before sunrise, leaving behind nothing but instructions and a warning: Don’t trust anyone who wants Luca dead more than you do.That narrowed the list to nearly everyone in San Verità.“She’s calling herself the Third Eye,” Matteo continued. “People don’t take that title unless they want to be feared.”“Or respected,” I said.He shot me a look. “You’re too calm about this.”I slipped the phone into my pocket. “Because she’s already saved my life once.”That earned me sile

The message arrived at dawn.Not with a vibration.Not with a sound.It simply appeared on my screen, as if it had always been there waiting.Luca:You’re alive.The room felt smaller instantly.I sat up on the narrow bed in the safe house, breath shallow, phone heavy in my hand. Matteo was asleep on the floor beside the door, his back against the wall, gun within reach. He hadn’t slept properly since Alessia was taken. None of us had. Even unconscious, his body was coiled tight, ready to break apart at the slightest threat.I didn’t answer.Three dots appeared.Disappeared.Then another message.Luca:I told you I would find you.My pulse thudded so loud I was certain it would wake Matteo. I slid out of bed silently and crossed to the far corner of the room, pressing my back against the cold concrete wall.Me:If this is another threat, don’t waste your time.The reply came immediately.Luca:You mistake me, amore. This is an offer.An offer.From the man who had burned half his own