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Tammie was so busy on that wretched cake that she didn't notice that she was about to breathe her last, completely unaware to how close she came to death. She had no idea how lucky she was but how was she so lucky to have escaped death. No idea that her life was supposed to end right here, right now. My vision blurred with rage, my body trembling with frustration. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. She was supposed to be lying on the floor, broken and bleeding. She was supposed to suffer. She was supposed to lose everything, just like I did. I gritted my teeth, my nails digging into my palms so hard they drew blood. This wasn’t over. Not yet. She wouldn’t get away with this. I wouldn’t l

, she said while patting my head " Do not mind that son of mine, I was so sure I raised him better than this, seeing a business scheme in everything and everyone around him, he takes after his father " " I'm just twenty-one, I have dreams and places to be, I planned to travel out of this damn place. I'm tired of this place, I'm tired of being treated like a baby". " I understand you ,Tesoro" she said. " No you don't, Nona , you don't "

My mouth tastes like copper and defeat. Silk sheets instead of cotton. Wrong texture, wrong everything. Memory comes in fragments. The bar. Remiora appearing like a bad omen. Drinks that carried more than alcohol. After that, images blur together. Heat and manipulation and the systematic destruction of every reason I had to resist. "Good morning, alpha." I turn my head and meet Remiora's triumphant violet gaze. Her black hair spills across my pillow like spilled ink, and her red mouth curves in satisfaction.

The cage. When I reached the lower level, smoke still hung in the air. The torches flickered wildly as if the walls themselves were trying to catch their breath after what she’d done. The scent of scorched iron and magic lingered thick and heavy. And there she was. Standing in front of the broken cage, gold light still fading from her skin, her hair tangled and wild, her chest rising and falling like she’d just survived a war. Alessia sat inside, shaken but unharmed, her eyes wide with something between fear and guilt.

“Well let me teach you some parts of history you missed. Tamara was a bodyguard to Miri and a very faithful one at that. Even after Miri lost her mate she stayed by her side but after Miri's demise she disappeared.” “And you're telling me this because?” “I love playing with your head, it's so much fun. I could tell you more. She found her mate, he was a rogue. Can you imagine that? From a mighty warrior to the mate of a wolf.” “Wow, I can't imagine that.” Sarcasm seeping from every word. “Ofcourse your slow brain can't. Anyways, where was I? Yeah, so fortunately for her the rogue loved her and did everything to make her love him, but she never did her duty first.”

“Our meeting was brief, un incontro breve, but trust me, cara, I’ll have stories to tell about the beautiful, fiery wolf who burned down a penthouse, if anyone’s willing to listen.” “I'm sorry if I've put you through any trouble. I didn't mean for any of this to happen, I swear Dante I–" He steps closer, wrapping his arms around me in a warm, comforting hug that cuts the words off my mouth. It’s a platonic embrace, full of quiet understanding and a hint of lingering tenderness. “Be safe, Tamsin. This world… it’s dangerous for someone like you, out on your own. Keep that fire. Ciao, mia cara.”

​I heard his voice in the Vermont cellar, clear and resonant across the four hundred miles of mountains and forests. ​"What's the rule, Thomas?" I asked. ​"A world without a script is a world without a cage." ​The "Billionaire's Debt-Bride" was a title from a story that no longer existed. I looked at Damian, his face etched with the lines of a man who had finally found his own work, and at Bianca, the daughter of our enemy who had become the architect of our peace. ​"The story flows nicely," Damian said, echoing the very first reader from the very first day.

Did I deserve this? She continued, her voice softening. “The second generation—the children of Edward and his siblings—are even more good-looking. Your presence tonight will be among the most charming and powerful people you could ever see. And don’t worry, the Young Master, Edward’s only child, will be there too. He often causes his father trouble, but Madame Ashford always intervenes because Edward is her favorite.” Her words painted a vivid picture of the world I was stepping into. Despite the grandeur, I felt a hollow ache. This world—full of wealth, prestige, and expectations—felt alien, and yet I was a part of it now.

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains mature and intense themes: forced proximity, emotional struggle, possession, obsession and situations that some readers may find disturbing. The story narrative explores complex dynamics of power and non consensual scenes in fictional settings. Characters evolve and experience significant growth and transformation. Readers discretion is strictly advised. *** ~She was his collateral, held against her will. He was her captor, his obsession. From enemies to lovers, neither would walk away unchanged.~