Vows Written in Blood のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Consciousness came with pain.Livia’s neck felt as if it were being crushed by an iron grip. The person choking her was truly ruthless.She opened her eyes with a staggered breath—and instantly lost the air in her lungs.A large hand pressed against her throat with brutal force. Without hesitation.Air would not enter.Her eyes widened. Her fingers clawed at the sheets, her body struggling in panic.“Finally, you’re awake.”A man’s voice. Cold. Low.The pressure on her neck grew even stronger.“Did you think I would fall for such a cheap trick?”Livia tried to speak, but only a hoarse sound came out.“I—I didn’t—”“Silence!”Until this moment, the woman still did not understand what was happening.The shout shook Livia’s chest.Tears immediately streamed down.She forced herself to turn her head.And her world collapsed when she saw the man’s face.Adrian De Luca.His gaze was dark, full of disgust as if he were looking at something filthy.“You came to my bed on your own after my eng

Several hours earlier.The hotel ballroom was filled with crystal light.A giant chandelier reflected its glow across the entire room, making the guests’ expensive gowns sparkle like living jewels.Livia Moreau stood stiffly near the drinks table.She hardly dared to move.The white-silver gown she wore felt too beautiful for her. The soft fabric had been specially made in Paris—something she had never even imagined she could wear.The Moreau family’s diamond necklace hung around her neck.Too expensive.Too conspicuous.Too unlike her.This was the first time in Livia’s life attending a party like this.The guests spoke about stocks, billion-dollar projects, and power in low, calculating voices.Livia felt like a stranger in their world.At the far end of the ballroom stood the man who was the center of attention that night.Adrian De Luca.Tall. Upright. His handsome face with a sharp jawline made him look difficult to approach.Investors surrounded him.Everyone seemed to respect h

No one knew how many times Robert had whipped his daughter’s body. Livia’s body was already soaked with blood. Her lips were pale, yet she still protected Rossa.“Livia, switch with me. Let me be on top. Later, if I can’t endure it anymore, you can take my place again,” Rossa said in a broken voice.“No, Mom, this is nothing. I’ve often experienced worse than this. Do you remember when I was splashed with boiling hot water? At that time it really hurt.”Rossa cried even harder when her daughter told the story of what had happened ten years ago.The whipping finally stopped.Not because Robert was tired.But because something else was more important to him.The scandal.The living room of the Moreau mansion was filled with heavy silence.Livia still lay on the marble floor, her body protecting her mother. The thin dress she wore was torn in many places. Her back was covered with red wounds that were still bleeding.In her arms, Rossa cried endlessly.The woman’s hands trembled as she t

Rossa looked at her daughter’s face with deep guilt, as if every line on Livia’s face was a reminder of a mistake she could never correct.“If only I had not been so foolish… if only I had known that I was pregnant with you at that time…” her voice trembled, almost unable to continue. “You might never have existed in this world. I would rather you had never been born.”Tears streamed down Rossa’s face as she spoke those words, as if every drop carried the regret she had long kept buried.Livia fell silent.Her chest felt tight, as if something was pressing heavily inside it.“Do you… regret giving birth to me?” her voice was soft, almost inaudible.She had never imagined that her existence could be such a burden to her mother.Without hesitation, Rossa nodded.“If you had not been born from the womb of a woman like me… perhaps you would have had a much better mother. A father who truly loved you. Not like me.” Her voice broke with sobs. “I cannot even protect myself… let alone protect

At first, everything went well.Her days were peaceful.Until one night.Rossa closed her eyes for a moment, as if the memory was still painfully vivid.“That night… Robert came home drunk.”Rossa’s voice trembled again.“Mrs. Melly was out of town.”The big house felt unusually quiet that night.“He entered my room…”Rossa gripped the bedsheet with trembling hands.“And did that.”Tears fell again from the corners of her eyes.“I truly resisted. I was very afraid. But I was not strong enough to fight him.”The next morning, the incident was discovered by Melly.Her anger exploded.“She dragged me into a very dark storage room,” Rossa said in a voice that was almost inaudible. “I was locked in there for a week.”During those seven days, she was treated like an animal.“I was only given food that was not even fit to eat.”She was beaten.Tortured.And left alone in the darkness.Rossa’s body trembled violently as she told the story.“But one night… somehow… the door of the storage room