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Fast-Paced Plot
First-Person POV
Steamy
Mafia
Possessive
Protective
Contract Marriage
Forbidden Love
Hate to Love
He was the enemy I was forced to marry. I was the girl raised to destroy him. I was supposed to live a quiet life. Graduate, find a job, stay far away from the shadows of my mother’s past. But then I was taken. Now I’m Mrs. Valerio. Matteo Valerio is cold, dangerous, and untouchable. The heir to a brutal mafia empire built on secrets and blood. He makes it clear: this marriage isn’t love. It’s power. It’s politics. It’s survival. But I didn’t agree to this just to be a pawn. I want answers. About my father’s murder, about the threats still chasing me, about who I really am beneath the name I grew up with. And the closer I get to the truth, the more tangled I become with Matteo himself. Because behind the monster is a man with haunted eyes and a soul that’s been at war for too long. And behind my rage is a heart that was never supposed to feel anything for him. But the past is catching up. Betrayals are rising. And falling in love with your enemy? That’s the most dangerous vow of all.
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Blood Roses And Bullet Vows Chapter 13: Veins of Ice
The halls were quieter after death.Not the still kind, but the haunted kind. Every step I took echoed too much, like the house was trying to remember where Lorenzo fell.He died in front of me.Matteo killed him in front of me.And now we were back in this silence, walking like nothing had cracked the air hours ago.I sat at the edge of Matteo’s study couch, hands wrapped around a cup of untouched tea. The porcelain felt too delicate for what I’d seen. For what I’d become a part of.Across from me, Matteo poured whiskey. No ice. Just amber and silence.“Why him?” I asked.My voice wasn’t sharp. Just tired.He didn’t look up as he answered. “Because I didn’t think it’d be him.”He took a slow sip, then leaned back, eyes fixed on nothing in particular.“I grew up with Lorenzo. He was two years older. Taught me how to fake a smile during meetings, how to cheat at cards, how to aim a gun without blinking.”He set the glass down.“When my father died, I was sixteen. The day after the fune
Last Updated : 2025-04-19Blood Roses And Bullet Vows Chapter 12: The Betrayer
There are moments when the air holds its breath. Like even the sky is waiting to see what you'll do.That was the kind of moment I walked into.The hallway was dim, quiet. Not the calm kind. More like the sharp, waiting kind, like right before lightning strikes.I was coming from the study, the warning note from the grave still folded in my jacket pocket. Matteo hadn’t said much after reading it. He didn’t need to. The silence he left me with was heavier than any answer.I turned the corner toward the west wing. I wasn’t even sure why I was going there. Maybe to think. Maybe to escape the thoughts already crawling under my skin.I didn’t see him at first.Lorenzo.He was standing near the window, back turned, one hand resting on the sill, the other holding something small. Something that caught the light.I paused.The instinct to walk away came too late.He turned.Not slow. Not fast. Just intentional.Our eyes met. His face didn’t shift. Not a single twitch of guilt. Not even curios
Last Updated : 2025-04-19Blood Roses And Bullet Vows Chapter 11: Hollow Graves
The grass felt different beneath my shoes. Softer, like it knew how to hold grief without letting it spill over.I never liked cemeteries. Not because they were haunted, but because they weren’t. Because they were quiet and polite and still, while everything in me stayed loud.The silence didn't match the chaos I kept inside.I followed the narrow path through stone and memory. Most of the headstones had names I didn’t recognize, but that didn’t make them strangers. Death made siblings out of all of us eventually.When I reached her grave, I hesitated.It had been too long since I visited.Too long pretending she was still alive in some parallel world, still stirring soup at dawn, still humming love songs like lullabies, still calling my name like it meant something soft.Angela R. Cruz1974–2013.Beloved wife, mother, dreamer.The letters had faded a little more since last time. The marble was cracked in the corner, like the earth had tried to remember her too hard and broken somethi
Last Updated : 2025-04-19Blood Roses And Bullet Vows Chapter 10: Dagger and Diamonds
There was no knock.Just the slow creak of the door as it opened, followed by the kind of silence that didn’t ask for permission. Matteo filled the threshold like a shadow slipping through light, and I didn’t need to look up to know it was him.You could always feel him before you saw him.“You moved safehouses,” he said, voice smooth but never soft.I didn’t answer. Not right away.Instead, I kept my gaze on the half-empty glass of water on the nightstand, watching the way the light trembled against its edge.“You’re tracking me,” I murmured, not a question.Matteo stepped inside, letting the door click shut behind him. “I’m watching you,” he corrected, walking in like the room owed him something. “Tracking’s for amateurs.”I didn’t flinch. Didn’t shift. Just looked up.“You don’t trust me,” I said.“I don’t trust anyone.”His eyes flickered over my face, pausing at my collarbone, like he was searching for something under the skin.“Especially not the girl who runs into warehouses al
Last Updated : 2025-04-18Blood Roses And Bullet Vows Chapter 9: The Spy in the Shadows
The city at night had a way of folding in on itself.Lights bled into puddles. Traffic blurred into a low, restless hum. And the shadows? They moved like they had secrets they weren’t ready to give up.I kept my hood low as I walked past the edge of the parking lot. This wasn’t the kind of place you visited twice. It looked like it had been forgotten on purpose. Rusted metal gates, vines climbing the cracked walls, silence heavy enough to bite.But the black SUV parked beside the abandoned warehouse wasn’t forgotten.It was waiting.I crouched behind a dumpster. Not glamorous, but it gave me cover. From here, I could see the passenger door swing open.Lorenzo.Of course.The man always looked like he was half a second from violence. His coat was wrinkled, dark hair pushed back with fingers that probably knew more about killing than combing.But it wasn’t just him.Another man stepped out of the shadows.And this time, my breath caught.The kind of catch that hurt on the inhale.Elian.
Last Updated : 2025-04-18Blood Roses And Bullet Vows Chapter 8: The Ghost of the Past
The mansion didn’t feel like it missed him.Matteo’s absence didn’t echo through the halls or cling to the walls like I thought it would. Instead, it felt like he’d never been here to begin with. Like the shadows were used to swallowing people whole and forgetting their names.But I remembered.I remembered the way his voice dropped when he was tired. The way his fingers flexed like he was holding onto the edge of something invisible. The way his anger looked a lot like grief.I wasn’t here to mourn him, though.I was here to find out why I ever met him in the first place.The library door creaked as I pushed it open. The room smelled like smoke and dust and faintly of violets. I didn’t sit this time. I walked straight to the shelf I’d ignored the first night—tall, cold, too symmetrical. The one Rafael had mentioned without really meaning to.Behind the third row, just beneath a row of encyclopedias, I found it.A thin stack of old notebooks. Leather-bound. Faded. Smelling of old perf
Last Updated : 2025-04-18Blood Roses And Bullet Vows Chapter 7: The Storm Before Midnight
It was past eleven when I left the library.The air outside bit at my skin. The silence of the estate felt too clean, like something had been scrubbed away. I held the box tight against my chest, like it would stop the questions from crawling out of my ribs.Matteo hadn’t said a word the whole ride back.He didn’t ask what Rafael told me. Didn’t demand to know what was in the box. He just stared straight ahead, fingers clenched around the edge of the seat like he was trying to anchor himself somewhere.I hated that he looked like he was breaking.Because I didn’t know if I wanted to fix him or finish him.I stayed in my room all day after that.Didn’t speak. Didn’t eat. Just stared at the photos, the files, the grainy footage that blurred the lines between memory and myth.Rafael hadn’t lied.But he hadn’t told the whole truth either.I watched my mother in a video dated three months before she died. She sat on the edge of a bed in a hotel room, hair damp, eyes hollow.“If this ends b
Last Updated : 2025-04-16Blood Roses And Bullet Vows Chapter 6: The Meeting
My heart made a sound I didn’t know it could make.He asked to meet me.Not send a message. Not watch from afar. Not play some ghost game from the shadows.He wanted to see me.My real father.The man with the scar on his lip and the truth buried somewhere behind those cold eyes.“When?” I asked.Matteo didn’t look at me right away. He stared past me, through the window, like the answer was somewhere in the trees or the clouds or the quiet spaces in between.“Tomorrow,” he said. “Ten a.m. You’ll be driven there.”I blinked. “And you’re letting me go?”He finally looked at me.“I don’t want you to. But I won’t stop you.”That didn’t feel like permission.That felt like surrender.“Where?”“A neutral location. Old estate outside town. Used to belong to the Aragon family. He’s repurposed it.”I nodded slowly, even though nothing made sense anymore.“What’s the catch?”“There’s always a catch,” he said. “But you’ll have to figure that out yourself.”I wanted to scream.To throw something.
Last Updated : 2025-04-16Blood Roses And Bullet Vows Chapter 5: The House that Watches
I woke to the sound of something shifting. Not loud. Not sharp. Just enough to pull me out of sleep and make my heart start sprinting before my mind caught up.The red folder was still next to me, under the pillow where I’d shoved it last night like some kind of talisman. But no one was in the room. The door was still closed. Locked from the inside.Still, something felt… off.I sat up slowly, brushing hair from my face, the silence pressing against my ears again like it had weight. The kind that makes your ribs feel too tight and the air feel too thick.I wasn’t alone.Not in this house. Not even in this room.I turned toward the mirror.Nothing.But I swear something moved just at the corner of it. A shimmer. A breath. Something just out of reach.I forced myself up. Pulled on the thick robe someone had left folded at the end of my bed. Opened the door with steady hands that didn’t feel like mine.The hallway was still.Too still.I walked barefoot, each step a whisper against the p
Last Updated : 2025-04-16
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Prologue: The Blood Promise
(Ten years ago) There are things a child shouldn’t remember. Like the smell of burning flesh. The sound of bones cracking beneath a boot. Or the way her mother’s hand shook when she whispered, “Don’t make a sound, baby. Not even a breath.” I was nine when I saw my father die. Not the man who raised me. The man whose blood runs in my veins. The man who built empires out of bullets and betrayal. I didn’t know it then. Only that Mama always said he was “gone” in that vague way grownups say when they mean something deeper. That day, I learned what “gone” really meant. It was supposed to be a quick trip. We were supposed to be in and out of Manila in a day. Mama needed to meet someone. “Business,” she said. I was wearing my favorite sneakers. Bright red, scuffed at the toes from schoolyard games. I remember because I kept staring at them when the screaming started. Like if I focused hard enough, I wouldn’t hear the gunfire. But it didn’t work. You never forget the sound of your child...
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