Till Death Do Us Part
Valerie Rousseau never meant to catch the attention of Santiago Morales, also known as El León. The Lion.
She was just a waitress trying to survive quietly in a city ruled by dangerous men. But one spilled cup of coffee, one reckless act of defiance, and one possessive mafia boss were all it took to pull her into a world she was never supposed to touch.
Santiago Morales is feared for a reason.
Powerful. Ruthless. Controlled.
A Spanish mafia king who lives by rules, loyalty, and consequences.
When Valerie becomes the target of his enemies, Santiago claims her protection as his responsibility. But the deeper she falls into his world, the harder it becomes to tell the difference between being protected and being possessed.
He says she is safe with him.
She says he is the reason she is in danger.
Santiago promises he will keep her alive.
Valerie fears he will never set her free.
Because in Santiago Morales’ world, vows are not broken.
Obedience is expected.
Running has consequences.
And when he decides a woman belongs to him, not even death may be enough to part them.
قراءة
Chapter: 29: Pain keeps people aliveWhen I opened the bathroom door, both brothers looked up.Marek’s gaze swept over me.Not like before.Not with that reckless hunger that had made my skin burn.This time, something flickered in his eyes and vanished so quickly I almost missed it.Regret.Good.Let it rot in him.I stepped into the living room, clutching the hem of my uniform, my bare feet silent against the floor.“Well?” Marek asked.His voice had regained that rough, mocking edge, but it didn’t fit him right now. It sat crooked on him.I looked him dead in the eyes.“I hope Santiago gets his hands on you.”Patryk sucked in a breath.Marek went still.Then he laughed.Dry. Low. Almost empty.“There she is.”His smile spread slowly, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “I was starting to worry you’d gone soft on me, little lamb.”“Don’t cal
آخر تحديث: 2026-06-14
Chapter: 28: There she isVALERIE’S POV:Get dressed.The words stayed in the air between us, colder than the apartment, colder than the fear crawling beneath my skin.For a moment, I didn’t move.I just stared at Marek, searching for the man who had given me water. The man who had draped a duvet over my legs. The man who had looked at me like maybe, just maybe, I was something he hadn’t meant to ruin.But he was gone.The wolf stood in his place.His eyes were empty now. Guarded. Icy.A soldier preparing to carry out an order he hated.Patryk lingered by the door, pale and restless, his hands curling into fists at his sides. He looked younger than before. Smaller somehow. Like fear had peeled years off him.“Marek,” he said quietly. “Maybe we still have time to think of something.”Marek didn’t look at him. “No.”“But if Santiago is already looking for her, maybe we could
آخر تحديث: 2026-06-13
Chapter: 27: Wrapped up in a bowPatryk’s words hung like a death sentence in the apartment.Wiktor knows.I told him you were going to bring her in.Marek’s jaw flexed.Patryk rushed on. “I said you wanted it to be a surprise. That you took her because you knew Santiago would lose his mind, and you wanted to hand her over properly. I told him you were going to deliver her...” He swallowed, voice thinning. “Like you said. Wrapped up in a bow.”The words slithered across the floor between us.Nice wrapped up in a bow.Marek had said it earlier with a grin, with smoke on his breath and cruelty in his eyes.But now there was no grin.Only the dreadful weight of a joke turning into a sentence.Marek looked at me.For one heartbeat, I saw him. Not the wolf. Not the brute. Not Wiktor’s hound.Just Marek.A man standing between two lives.Mine.His brother’s.And I saw t
آخر تحديث: 2026-06-12
Chapter: 26: I told himVALERIE’S POV:For a moment, nobody moved.The door stood open behind Patryk, letting in the stale hallway air and something colder with it. Fear. It slipped into the apartment like smoke, curling around my throat.Marek stood between us, one hand still on the doorframe, his body half-turned away from me. His shirt was wrinkled from the couch, his hair slightly disordered from where my fingers had been tangled in it moments ago.Moments ago.Before the knock.Before Patryk’s pale face.Before those two words shattered whatever strange fragile thing had started to grow between us.‘They know.’Marek exhaled through his nose, almost amused.“Santiago knows?” he asked, voice lazy, casual. Too casual. “Good. Let him come.” He stepped aside, opening the door wider for his brother. “You look like you’re about to faint, brat. Want some cold pizza?”Patryk stare
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Chapter: 25: Pray I find her alive and unharmedJulián pulled the man to his feet by the back of his collar before Santiago changed his mind, then guided him forward with a politeness that looked almost civilized, if one ignored the threat in every step.The security room smelled of old coffee and dust. A guard sat inside, round-faced and nervous, already half-standing as they entered. Santiago did not waste words. Julián locked the door behind them.“Cameras,” Santiago said.The guard glanced at the manager. The manager, still wheezing, nodded once.With shaking hands, the guard pulled up the footage.Santiago turned toward the manager, making him flinch instantly.“Which floor?”The manager blinked at him, terrified. “What?”“You said you saw them in a corridor.” Santiago’s voice was silk wrapped around a knife. “Which floor?”The man swallowed, trembling now.“T-third,” he stuttered. &
آخر تحديث: 2026-06-10
Chapter: 24: Shameless little harlotSANTIAGO’S POV:Five o’clock came and went.Then five-oh-five.Then five-ten.Santiago stood across the street from Hotel Grand Ocean View, his intense stare fixed on the polished glass entrance. The black SUV waited at the curb behind him, Julián beside it with one hand folded over the other, patient as stone.Santiago was not patient.He had arrived before her shift ended. Earlier than necessary. Earlier than reasonable. He had told himself it was strategy. That he needed to see whether Marek was watching. Whether Wiktor’s men had dared circle the hotel.But that wasn’t the whole truth.His last shred of restraint was running thin, watching the front doors open and close for everyone except the one person he had come for.Valerie.His French rose.His runaway angel.He wanted to see her walk out alive.He wanted to see that stubborn little rose lift her chin, pretend she hadn’t been afraid, pretend she hadn’t run from him in the middle of the night and shattered his control into a t
آخر تحديث: 2026-06-09
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