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Chapter 1 - The disgrace of Montova

-Asaraiah Montova- “Cut her.” The words hit me before the belt did. I flinched just in time for the leather to crack against my back, sharp and hot, slicing through the silence like a whip of fire. Blood pooled beneath my skin, and still, I bit down on my lip. If I made a sound, if I cried or whimpered, they’d start all over again. So I stayed quiet. I always did. My knees crashed onto the cold marble, the pain from the impact a dull throb compared to the searing agony across my spine. I tasted salt, blood, sweat, and tears mixing on my tongue, but I swallowed it down. I swallowed everything down. Everyone was watching. No one cared. My father sat in his armchair, pretending to read the newspaper like I wasn’t right there, being beaten to a pulp in front of him. My step-siblings: my sisters, my brothers, they stood around me like a pack of wolves, their laughter cold, their eyes gleaming with hatred. I was the Montova family’s mistake. The bastard born from an affair. The i

Chapter 2 - Savior in a shed

-Malrik Kaine- I was going to die in a forest. How poetic. The king of the mafia underworld . The monster they said had no heart, reduced to a twitching corpse in a rotting box on some nameless land. I knew I’d made a mistake the moment I crossed the estate’s border. My skin started burning from the inside out. The air tasted wrong. Thick with iron. Like blood soaked deep into the soil. But I didn’t turn back. Not with this much blood already lost. I’d been shot twice. Once in the shoulder. Once near my ribs. Silver rounds. Special order. Expensive. Designed for things that shouldn’t exist. They knew what I was. The deal went south fast. Ambush. Double-cross. My men scattered like leaves in a storm. I barely made it past the gates. I didn’t even know whose territory I’d crossed. I just knew the second the blade pierced me that I’d made a fatal move. I didn’t have time to care. If I stopped, I’d die. I might’ve started hallucinating. Maybe it was the blood. Maybe the pain. But

Chapter 3 - Gold- rimmed strangers

-Asaraiah Montova- He didn’t die. That was the first miracle. I checked his pulse every hour the first night, half-hoping it would stop just so I could sleep again without one more secret weighing on my chest. But no. He lived. And worse, he kept living which was very surprising. He didn’t speak much. Just grunted and watched. His eyes were strange. Gold-rimmed and alert, like a beast trying to decide if it should bite or thank me. I ignored them. Mostly. I didn’t ask for a name. He didn’t offer one. That suited me. Names meant attachment, and attachment meant disaster. I already had enough disasters to last a lifetime. He took up the whole back wall of the shed. When I wasn’t tending to his wounds, I sat across from him, legs folded, biting off pieces of dry bread with my eyes closed. Pretending it tasted like anything other than cardboard and hopelessness. He didn’t complain. Not about the food, not about the moldy blankets, not about the way I yanked too hard when I wrappe

Chapter 4 - Static

-Malrik Kaine- The cracked intercom blinked silently in my hand. I stared at it, fingers twitching. My body was healing—faster than expected, or maybe too slow to matter. The silver rounds buried in my ribs clung like chains, but the bleeding had slowed. I could leave soon. I had to. And when I did, I’d tear apart the bastards who dared ambush the mafia king. But then it hit me again. That heat. Not the usual cold burn of adrenaline. Not the bite of pain. No, this was something deeper. A wave of fire rippled beneath my skin, prickling with every breath. It crept up my spine and crawled into my skull. Not now. The fucking bullets. I gritted my teeth. Heat pulsed through my veins, dragging my control by the throat. I felt everything too sharply. The stale scent of blood and dust in the air. The crumbling wooden walls holding secrets they shouldn’t. The sharp tang of her—the girl. Her scent was everywhere. Copper. Sweat. A thread of something sweet underneath. I shifted, jaw cle

Chapter 5 - Take Responsibility

-Asaraiah Montova- I knew he was gone before I opened my eyes. The shed was empty. Cold. Silent There was no warmth from his body near mine, no shadow moving in the corners, no quiet breaths like the ones I had memorized the night before He was just... gone. I didn’t even know his name. And I let him kiss me. I let him see my—no, I was only showing him my scars. That’s all. Nothing more. Suddenly, hurried footsteps echoed outside. I jolted up Was it him? Did he come back? The door slammed open. A blur of a maid’s uniform flashed in before the face revealed itself. “Afsana.” Her cheeks were flushed, hair sticking to her temples from sweat. “My lady—Asa—you have to return home now. The Montovas are back, and it's only minutes before they start searching for you.” Panic struck me like a whip. I was strong enough to run now. Afsana and I bolted through the back entrance, slipping through the servant halls and the kitchen corridors. I took a breath at the threshold, steeling

Chapter 6 - Dying anyway

-Asaraiah Montova- "I will keep my promise."The walk back to the Montova estate was... slow. My feet moved on their own, but my mind trailed behind. Fogged with regret. With disbelief. With shame. I could still feel his eyes on me , that golden gaze that had stripped me down to bone and nerve.I slammed my palm against my forehead.What the hell was I thinking?Of all the things I could’ve asked for, I chose marriage? I could have begged for escape. For a safehouse. A single night without pain. But no, I chose a ring. A title. Another prison.And I didn’t even know his name.Wow, Asa. Really earning your reputation.The Montova estate loomed ahead like a predator dressed in gold. Chrome gates buzzed open as the front cameras blinked red, scanning my face. The black iron fence retracted with a hum, and a quiet whirring sound confirmed my entrance was being logged. Marble pillars framed the front like trophies. Luxury vehicles lined the circular driveway , blacked-out SUVs, a silver M

Chapter 7 - The Daughter that isn't here

-Malrik Kaine-The Montova estate was a joke. The anger brewed inside me as I stared through the car window. All polished marble and imported chandeliers, like wealth, could wash off blood. The type of wealth that wanted to be worshipped. That screamed respect when it deserved none. Asher, my assistant, parked the black SUV by the fountain, and I stepped out, ignoring the man who opened the front door before I reached it. The man gave a small bow , trembling fingers and a hesitant smile , but I didn’t break stride. I stepped into the mansion and the stench was appalling. Expensive perfumes choked my nostrils, giving me the impression that they had all rushed to prepare for my visit. Of course they had. I waited until 4 a.m.

Chapter 8 - Revered amongst men

-Malrik Kaine- The ride back felt longer than it was. Every second wasted on the road was another second she stayed like this, burning up in my arms, skin stretched thin over bone, breath so shallow I could barely hear it. I didn’t let her go. Not once. Her head rested against my chest like it belonged there, and every bump in the road made my grip tighten. My mind was already a knife, replaying the image of her in that dungeon, the smell of rust and rot, the limp weight of her body, the red of her eyes dull with exhaustion. I’d seen cruelty before. I’d dealt it myself, wrapped in silk or carved into skin. But this? Locking your own blood underground, letting her rot until she’s half a corpse? That wasn’t cruelty. That was weakness. And weakness offended me. Asher drove in silence. My men followed in a convoy behind us, black SUVs forming a wall of steel and firepower. No one would touch us tonight. In the third vehicle, Afsana sat with her hands in her lap, a rosary looped

Chapter 9 - Out of the Dark

-Asaraiah Montova-The dark was alive.It shifted when I breathed, curling into my lungs like smoke. Somewhere in the black, something dripped. Slow. Steady. Each drop echoed against the stone until the sound became a heartbeat that wasn’t mine.The air was damp, clinging to my skin, smelling of rust and rot. I reached for the wall, but my wrists wouldn’t move. Shackled high above my head, not with chains, but something slick. Warm. It flexed when I pulled, tightening like muscle.A whisper brushed my ear. My name.Then another voice joined it. Then another. My father’s sharp tone. Yanila’s mockery. My brother’s sneer.They were everywhere, circling me, their footsteps wet against the stone.“You’re still here, bitch?” Yanila’s voice coiled around me like smoke.She stepped into view, wearing her gala gown, shimmering gold under a light that didn’t exist. Her hair was perfect, her painted lips curved in a smile, until I saw her eyes.Empty. Black pits.“You think anyone’s coming?” she

Chapter 10 - The weight of a promise

-Asaraiah Montova-His gold eyes hadn’t moved from mine. Not once.The weight of them was heavier than the silk blanket over me. I should have looked away, but some part of me the stubborn part that had survived the Montovas this long, refused to.My throat was raw from the scream, my body aching from days — no, a week without real movement. Every bone felt hollow, every muscle string-thin. Still, I tried to push myself upright.The world tilted.Before I could collapse, his hand was on my chin, thumb grazing the edge of my jaw, guiding my gaze back to his.“Don’t,” he said. Not loud, but absolute. The kind of tone that froze people mid-step.It wasn’t the voice of a man making a request.Afsana’s voice broke through the air, soft but edged with concern. “She hasn’t eaten since…” She trailed off, glancing at me like she was afraid to finish the sentence.Malrik didn’t even look at her. “Leave us.”Her brows knit. “I—”“I said leave.”The words cracked through the air like a whip.

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