All Chapters of No Escape From Them : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Aurea’s POVMy eye fluttered open. To my surprise, I was no longer on the private jet. I was resting in the plush leather seat of a moving car, with Ethan sitting right beside me, intently typing something on his phone."You're awake, princess," he said smoothly without even looking up.I groaned in response, stretching my stiff muscles as I forced myself to sit up straight."We're almost there," he continued, which made something click instantly in my brain."Where are we?" I asked, looking out the tinted window."We are in Russia. Saint Petersburg," he answered.Russia. I never in a million years imagined I would end up here, even though back in Paris, people would constantly comment on how much I looked like the locals."You are Russian, June. Right up until you were kidnapped seventeen years ago," he said, turning his head to look at me."Kidnapped?" I echoed, my voice small."Yes," he said, giving me his full, undivided attention. I always thought I was abandoned, I thought, loo

(Valli Mansion)The door to June’s newly renovated bedroom clicked shut, sealing the quiet sanctuary away from the rest of the sprawling Valli mansion.Outside the door, Clara stood still for a long moment, pressing a delicate lace handkerchief to her eyes to brush away the fresh tears. For seventeen agonizing years, her heart had been an empty cavern. Even though her husband had adopted Alessia to fill the gaping void in this house, there had never been a single day—not a single second—that she hadn’t missed her biological daughter. The phantom weight of a missing child had nearly destroyed her. But now, June was finally home."Clara, darling, how is she? Did she like her new room?"Stiven, June’s father, stood at the top of the grand staircase. His tailored suit was impeccable, but his silver-lined brows were knitted together with a look of deep, anxious worry. He loved his daughter fiercely, and the fear of not being a good enough father after all this time was eating him alive.C

Aurea’s POVMy heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. I tried to reach for my phone, but my limbs felt heavier than lead.I squeezed my eyes shut. It's an illusion, I told myself, my pulse racing in a frantic, erratic rhythm. You're exhausted, Aurea. The sheer whiplash of this new life—it's just making you hallucinate. Open your eyes, and the room will be purple and empty again.Holding that desperate thought like a shield, I forced my eyes open.But reality didn't snap back into place. To my absolute horror, the two figures hadn't vanished. Instead, they moved. In the mere second my eyes had been closed, they had crossed the room, closing the distance to where I lay trapped beneath the duvet.Every survival instinct I possessed screamed at me to run, to do something. I opened my mouth, drawing in a sharp, freezing breath to let out a blood-curdling shriek that would wake the entire mansion."Don't," a voice cut through the air.The voice was barely a whisper, a purr that

Aurea’s POV A low, tired groan caught in my dry throat as the heavy veil of sleep slowly lifted. I blinked against the morning light filtering into my bedroom, my head throbbing with a dull ache. For a second, the comforting memory of my spacious room and the plush mattress made me think the terrifying events of the night before were just a vivid, twisted nightmare.I pulled the blanket up to my shoulders, and the cold air hit my bare skin.A jolt of pure panic shot straight through me. I bolted upright but a sharp sting between my thighs forced a breathless gasp from my lips. Throwing the duvet aside, my worst fears were instantly confirmed. I was completely naked, without a single piece of clothes on my body. Shaking, I scrambled out of bed and rushed toward the full-length mirror standing against the wall in my walk in closet.The reflection staring back at me made my stomach drop. I looked like a complete mess. From the base of my jaw down to the delicate skin of my collarbone,

Aurea’s POV The tall, broad-shouldered man who shared the striking, familiar features of my brothers stepped forward first, a warm smile breaking across his face."I'm Luca," he said, his voice a deep, comforting rumble as he offered a gentle nod. "And this is my wife, Jessica." The beautiful woman with the short brown hair smiled warmly beside him, waving her hand.The second man, who looked almost identical to Luca, stepped up next. "And I'm Alex," he introduced himself smoothly, gesturing to the gorgeous woman with the long black hair at his side. "This is my wife, London. It’s an absolute honor to finally have you back."Finally, the third man—the one whose facial structure and striking eyes mirrored my own reflection so perfectly smiled. "I'm Dante," he said softly. "Your third uncle. We've missed you more than words can say, princess."Before the weight of the introductions could overwhelm me, the old woman stepped forward with an expression of pure adoration. She gently took m