All Chapters of Curvy Fate in Velvet Chains: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20


Chapter 12: The Old GuardDante stood alone in the Voss family chapel. The space was small and intimate with rows of wooden pews worn smooth by generations of prayers. Candles flickered on the altar casting warm golden light that danced across the stone walls. A statue of the Virgin Mary watched over everything with serene eyes. This was the one place where the weight of leadership felt lighter. He had come here many times over the years. After every hard decision. After every life taken. And especially after he had killed his own father.Victor Marchetti’s name burned in his mind like a brand. The old patriarch was supposed to be retired. Frail and hidden away from the world. If he was truly involved the war was far bigger than Marcus. It reached back decades. Dante dropped to his knees in front of the altar. His hands clasped together but no prayer came. Only questions.The heavy wooden door creaked open behind him. Father Matteo stepped inside. The old priest had been Dante’s conf


Chapter 14: The LieThe phone slipped from my fingers and landed on the bed with a soft thud. Rain pounded against the windows like it wanted to break through and drown everything inside the safe house. I could not breathe. The walls of the bedroom closed in around me. Victor Marchetti is my father. Marcus is my brother. The words repeated in my head until they became a roar. I had been trapped in a war between two families my entire life and I was the center of it all. The prize. The weapon. The lie.My legs gave out. I slid down the side of the bed until I sat on the cold floor. My chest heaved with sobs that would not stop. Hyperventilating shaking uncontrollably. All the strength I had built up over the years crumbled in seconds. The walls I had kept around my heart shattered completely. I wrapped my arms around my knees and rocked back and forth trying to hold myself together but it was useless. I was poison. Blood of the enemy. Everything the brothers had fought against flowed


Chapter 16: The Two Mothers The safe house bedroom was quiet except for the soft hum of the lamp on the nightstand. Greta sat on the edge of the bed with her hands clasped tightly in her lap. Her eyes were red from crying but she spoke clearly now that she had decided to help us. I sat across from her on a chair. The brothers stood around me like silent guardians. Dante leaned against the wall. Nico paced slowly. Leo stood closest with one hand resting on my shoulder. Greta took a deep breath. “Your birth mother is a woman named Rosalind. She was a former Marchetti associate who fell in love with a rival. Victor did not just want you as his daughter. He wanted to use you as leverage against everyone who crossed him. When Rosalind escaped with you as a baby she hid you with the Chen family. Mrs. Chen raised you as her own to protect you from Victor’s reach.” I stared at her. The words sank in slowly. My whole life felt like a constructed lie. The man who raised me. The mother I had


Chapter 18: The TrapThe compound perimeter was shrouded in darkness and tension. Rain fell steadily turning the ground beneath their boots into slick mud. Dante stood with his brothers and Serena under the cover of thick trees. The original plan had seemed solid only hours ago. Now every instinct screamed that something was wrong. Too quiet. Too predictable. Victor knew they were coming. The sudden silence from their inside contacts confirmed it. This was not a rescue mission anymore. It was a carefully laid trap.Dante made the decision. “We are calling it off. We do not go in tonight.”Serena turned to him sharply. Her eyes flashed with determination and frustration. “What? We are this close Dante. Rosalind is in there. We cannot turn back now. We have come too far.”He pulled her aside from the others. His hand stayed firm on her arm. The rain dripped from his hair down his face. “If we go in now we are walking straight into a trap. Victor knows we are coming. He wants us to come

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Chapter 20: The RevelationDante watched from across the crowded gala ballroom as Victor Marchetti’s hand closed around Serena’s arm. The sight sent a surge of raw fury through him so intense it nearly blinded him. His blood boiled hot in his veins. His hand instinctively moved toward the concealed weapon at his side. He was ready to strike. Ready to cross the room in seconds and end this here and now in front of every powerful person in the city. Victor touching what was his. Victor speaking to her like she belonged to him. It was too much. Too personal. The man had already taken so much from their family. He would not take Serena.Serena met his eyes across the room. She gave the smallest almost imperceptible shake of her head. Not yet. Her gaze held steady. Trust me. Dante forced himself to stay back. His jaw clenched so tightly it ached. He trusted her. He loved her more than he had ever loved anything. But every instinct in his body screamed to protect