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Chapter 1

Chapter One ~ MIRA ~ The world was beginning to tilt. I watched through a golden haze as I drained the second glass of champagne Freya had bought. I didn’t care about the burn or the way the room hummed, I needed the numbness. I needed something, anything, to patch the broken parts of me. My father was deliberately tearing apart. I refilled the glass for a third time. I held it up like a trophy, watching the bubbles dance before pressing it to my lips. One small sip to tease myself, then I tilted my head back and let the rest burn its way down. “Arrgh…” I groaned, a loose, giddy laugh escaping me. “It feels like heaven. Oh my days, I love this!” I didn't care that the other patrons in the upscale bar were shooting me judgmental looks. For the first time in years, I felt light. “That’s enough, Mira. Put the glass down,” Freya snapped. She sounded irritated, which was strange considering she was the one who had dragged me here and convinced me that alcohol was the cure f

Chapter 2

Chapter Two “Who the hell are you?” His deep, tenor-bass voice echoed through the room. I parted my lips to speak, but no words came out. Shame and fear crawled up my spine as I lowered my gaze, terrified of what this man might do to me. He moved closer, took my jaw in his hand, and lifted my face toward him. My eyes met his, then dropped, widening at the sight of his hard dick pointing inches from me. “You want a taste?” he asked with a smirk. But before I could react, he suddenly stepped back, like something inside me had shoved him away, his nostrils flaring as if catching an aweful smell or strange scent. “You… you’re…” he stuttered, breath catching as he inhaled sharply. I managed to push myself up, and the moment I tried to run, he grabbed me and pulled me against him, breathing me in like I was the oxygen he needed to stay alive. His body shifted from cold to burning hot, so hot it felt inhuman, like I’d melt if I stayed pressed against him too long. His hardness nudged my

Chapter 3

Chapter Three ~ MIRA ~ ‘Freya. No, she couldn’t be the one.’ I tried to swallow the bile rising in my throat. My father hated her. She loathed him too. I was probably just imagining things, or my brain was still clouded by the lingering haze of last night’s alcohol. I tried to convince myself I had misheard as my father’s hand fisted in my hair, dragging me toward my room while he let out a low groan of fury. “How long were you standing there!” he roared and shoved me hard, sending me sprawling across the bed, and in one fluid, terrifying motion, he unbuckled his belt. “Daddy, please! I just walked in when you saw me!” I lied, my voice trembling. I prayed the lie would be enough to shield me from the coming storm. “You cheap whore!” He growled, the words sharp as glass. Then, the belt landed a heavy, stinging lash against my skin. I screamed, begging for mercy, but he was a man possessed by cold rage. He must achieve what he wants when he's angry. He didn’t

Chapter 4

Chapter Four A figure clothed in black, tall and lean, with long black hair tied into a ponytail, appeared before me. I took a step back, ready to run, but he turned sharply, and his voice froze me in place. “Mira, you’re here already. I didn’t expect it to be this soon,” he said. I turned slowly to face him. “My name is Vlad. Blade’s youngest son,” he added, clearing his throat as he approached with a small, confident smile. Everyone here seemed to know my name already, and it felt strange. It made me feel like prey that had been tracked long before it entered their world. He stopped just a few feet away, pulling his hands out of his pockets. He moved closer, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from his body. And before I could flinch, his left hand tangled in my hair, tilting my head back. His nose grazed the sensitive skin of my neck, inhaling deeply. “Mira…" he groaned. "Stop it! How dare you!" I shoved him, my heart hammering against my ribs. I was f

Chapter 5

Chapter Five I opened my mouth and tried to take his length in, but he was too long. I could barely manage three or four inches. Just as I tried to pull back, his grip tightened on my hair, and before I realized what he was doing, he shoved his cock into my mouth in one rough thrust. This was the man who had promised to be gentle. “Yes!” he grunted, switching his right hand on my hair to his left, while his right hand came to rest on his waist. My eyes widened and tears welled up, but the feeling of him hitting the back of my throat made my pussy quiver and throb. I felt an intense need to be fucked by him mercilessly. “Oh Mira, you're fucking sweet!” He let out a groan of pleasure, his grip on my hair tightening with every thrust. He paused, looking down at me with a smile before continuing. His cock throbbed in my mouth, and his own mouth hung open, an indication of just how much pleasure he was getting from fucking my mouth. Both of his hands gripped my hair, and

Chapter 6

Chapter Six ♤ MIRA ♤ I woke the next morning feeling weak. My muscles screaming as if I’d spent the previous day running a marathon through mud. My head was a lead weight against the pillow. I could barely lift it from the pillow, but I forced myself to sit up, blinking back the fog of sleep. This was not the time to act lazy. I need to work. I need money for my sister’s surgery. I have to prove to her that I really love her. I reminded myself as I lazily slid out of bed, my legs unsteady. The memory of what had happened between Vlad and me tried to claw its way back into my mind, but I shoved it away. I had promised myself I wouldn’t entertain that incident in my head. And as for Vlad, I would do everything in my power to avoid him in this house until I'm done with my job. I slipped out of my nightgown and was about to head into the bathroom when something outside the window caught my attention. The curtains were drawn back, letting in the full force of the morning sunligh

Chapter 7

Chapter Seven ♤ NORA ♤ My mom was right. She had warned me about Mr. Femriss. He was truly the kind of man who stayed three steps ahead of danger, always planning, always watching, always waiting for his enemies to make the first mistake before he attacked. Now, as I sat trapped in this reeking, filthy room, my wrists throbbed against the cold metal around it, my mother’s voice spiraled through my mind, repeating every warning like a curse I could no longer escape. If I had known better, I would never have challenged Freya at the bar. I should have struck quietly and exposed her evil to the world. I bowed my head, and her sharp smile and mocking eyes from the bar replayed over and over in my mind, relentless as a storm. I had said too much. I let my anger speak for me. And now, here I was, paying for it. Of course, she suspected I knew something. Of course, she would try to protect herself, her empire, her secrets, and her leverage over Mira. And I? I had served myself

Chapter 8

“You don’t have to look at your nightmare,” she murmured, a soft mocking chuckle slipping from her lips as she lowered herself into a squat, her eyes locking with mine at the same height. I swallowed the knot of fury swelling in my throat and shifted my gaze to the doorway, chest heaving with the effort to remain silent. “You see, Nora,” she said, her voice dropping to a cold , venomous whisper. Then she reached out, her fingers warm as she brushed a stray lock of hair behind my ear. I flinched violently, my skin crawling at her touch. I bit my lower lip again, harder this time, the pressure of my teeth piercing the tender flesh. If my hands were free, I wouldn't have just slapped her, I would have buried my knuckles into her perfect nose until I felt the bone give way. “I’m not really as bad as you think,” she continued , “ I'll let you go on one condition. It's quite simple, ” she whispered, my eyes flicked up to hers despite myself. Her eyes widened with feigned generosity

Chapter 9

♧ Chapter Nine ♧ ♡NORA♡ “Do your worst, you coward!” The silence that followed was heavy, broken only by the roar of the hot water and my own ragged breathing. The pain was becoming hypnotic. I felt lightheaded, the steam filling my lungs, making every breath a struggle. I looked down at the floor, my eyes searching for anything, just anything that'd pass as a miracle, a weapon, a way out, a simple route to save me from this living nightmare. And just then, I saw a half-used bar of soap tucked near the base of the rusted bathtub. It was slick and white, and it looked like a gift from God, sent to rescue me. A short smile curved my lips before disappearing as I remembered I was still tied to the chair, and there was no way my hand could reach the soap. Tears streamed down my face, my body weakening, but I decided to give it a try anyway. I glanced down at the handcuffs. My wrists were raw, the skin slick with grime and water. I remembered an article I’d once read or maybe a

Chapter 10

my heart leapt in fear, and my stomach groaned, mixed with hunger and the pain I was going through. The house outside the bathroom went silent. Then, I heard footsteps, fast, heavy, and approaching the door. Maybe they had heard the crash. God! Fear gripped me, and I hurriedly tried to stand up, but my legs were still loosely tied to the chair. I fumbled with the knots, my wet, soapy fingers sliding over the coarse rope as my strength began to fade. My vision swam, the steam and the pain dragging me toward unconsciousness. I slumped back against the floor, breathing in short, sharp gasps. Maybe this is it, I thought, a time to give up. I have tried. I really tried. But then, a flicker of my mom's face crossed my mind. If I died here, she was going to be alone. If I gave up, Freya won. No, never. I can't let that happen at all! The thought acted like a jolt of electricity as I stretched again, and in a swift turn, I pulled the rope off my leg and tried to stand up a

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