I was sold to pay off my father’s debt. But instead of freedom, I found myself owned by a monster in a suit. Emilia never expected her life to be torn apart overnight. Quiet, soft-spoken, and painfully naïve, she was handed over like a transaction, to the most feared Mafia Lord in the city. Lucien Moretti is powerful, ruthless, and cold as ice. He doesn’t need her love, just her obedience. But Emilia isn’t prepared for the way his eyes burn when someone else touches her. Or the way her heart races when he lowers his walls, if only for a second. Everyone says Lucien has no soul. But monsters don’t protect girls like her. And they definitely don’t bleed. As secrets unravel and blood debts resurface, Emilia must decide: is Lucien her captor… or her only chance at survival? In a world of betrayal and danger, she was sold to the devil. But the devil might just be falling for her.
Lihat lebih banyakThe silence in the mansion was heavier than any scream.For days, Lucien hadn’t looked at her, not really. He spoke only when necessary, his voice clipped and devoid of warmth. The man who once watched her in the greenhouse with a storm in his eyes now moved past her like she was invisible.And maybe she was.A possession tucked in the corner of his grand estate. A thing to be seen, not heard. Not felt.Emilia walked the halls alone, her bare feet echoing softly across the marble. The opulence that once made her gape now felt like a prison. The chandeliers, the oil paintings, the velvet drapes, it was all a cruel joke. She had everything but freedom.And the man who owned it all wouldn’t even look at her.The staff, once cordial, now avoided her eyes. She could feel it, Lucien had ordered it. Whatever freedom she’d imagined she had was an illusion. A thread he’d cut the moment she stepped too close. She thought it was better, that she could endured it when she first arrived. She must h
Chapter Seven: Know Your PlaceThe rain hit the windows like a war drum.Emilia sat by the hearth, curled up in one of the massive leather chairs, her eyes fixed on the flickering fire. She hadn’t spoken much since their conversation in the study. Her body moved like muscle memory, eat, bathe, walk, but her mind was stuck in a loop, echoing the same sentence again and again.He traded you to buy himself time.She didn’t know if the flames in the fireplace or the one burning inside her chest hurt more.Lucien had been gone all day, but when he entered the room, soaked from the storm, his eyes flicked to her immediately. He froze there for a moment, dripping black coat, sharp jaw clenched, and then, without a word, began to unbutton his cuffs.Emilia stood slowly. Her voice, soft but steady, broke the silence.“I want to talk.”Lucien didn’t look up. “That sounds dangerous.”“I’m not afraid of you.”“You should be.”She stepped closer. “Why? Because you’re a killer?”He met her eyes the
The letter arrived the next morning. No name. No seal. Just a thin, cream-colored envelope slipped under Emilia’s door like a whisper.She stared at it for a long moment before picking it up.Inside was a single sentence, written in ink that looked too dark to be red.“Ask him what really happened to your father.”Her fingers trembled.She read it again. And again.Then she burned it in the fireplace.She didn’t tell Lucien. Not immediately. Not while her pulse thundered and her mind screamed questions she wasn’t ready to ask. Instead, she went about her day like nothing had changed, helping Rosa in the kitchen, reading in the garden, walking the long halls like she belonged in them.But the words haunted her.What really happened.That night, Lucien didn’t come to dinner. Again.He’d been more distant since the night in the greenhouse. She could feel it, how he vanished before she could catch his gaze, how his voice clipped short when she got too close.As if he was trying to undo so
The rain came without warning.It was past midnight again when Emilia awoke, the soft patter of droplets against her window lulling her into wakefulness. She stared at the ceiling, listening, breathing in the petrichor that seeped through the cracks of the old estate. Everything felt heavier in the dark, especially after what she’d heard.Daughter of a traitor.He should’ve buried her.She’s leverage.She pressed her fingers to her chest, right over the ache that hadn’t gone away since the conversation in the study. Her father hadn’t been a name to her, just a ghost that lingered in the spaces people avoided mentioning. And now, he was something else entirely. A thief. A traitor.The floor creaked as she moved. She didn’t mean to find him again. But her feet led her to the hallway beyond the study, where the windows rattled softly in the wind. She didn’t knock this time. She just opened the door.Lucien was there. As if he knew she’d come.He stood by the window, the rain casting stre
The sound of shattering glass came just after midnight.Emilia shot upright in her bed, heart thudding.Another crash. This one is closer.She grabbed her robe and crept out of her room, bare feet soft against the marble floor. The house was dark, eerily so. Only the faint glow from the study door spilled into the hall.It was open.Inside, Lucien stood with his back to her. One hand gripped the edge of the desk. The other was bloodied, dripping slowly onto the floor. A broken glass lay in shards beside him.She forgot herself.“Sir…”He turned sharply. “I told you to stay in your room.”“You’re bleeding.”“It’s nothing.”“It’s not nothing.”She stepped in before he could argue, grabbing a cloth from the cabinet in the corner. “Sit.”He didn’t move.She raised her eyes to him. “Please.”For a moment, he stared at her like he might refuse. But then, without a word, he sank into the leather chair.Emilia knelt in front of him, gently taking his hand.The cut ran across his palm, deep en
The house had visitors.Emilia hadn’t been told who they were,only that she was to stay out of sight, stay silent, and keep serving until Rosa said otherwise.So she did as she was told.The men arrived in sleek cars, stepping out with tailored suits and polished shoes. Their laughter echoed through the halls, loud and careless, the sound of men who believed nothing could touch them.Emilia kept her head down as she moved between them, her hands balancing the tray of expensive scotch glasses Rosa had handed her. The tray trembled slightly in her grip, not from its weight, but from the way their eyes followed her.Like a wolf pack scenting weakness.One of them reached out when she passed.Fingers brushed her arm, too casually, too familiarly.“Didn’t know Lucien kept pets now,” the man drawled, a cruel smirk tugging at his lips. “She for sale too?”The laughter that followed made her stomach twist. She didn’t respond. Didn’t slow down. She simply kept walking, even as heat rose in her
Emilia didn’t mean to find the garden.She had only meant to escape the silence of the house, just for a moment. Her duties were done, and Rosa hadn’t given her more work, which was rare. So she wandered, quietly, always quietly, until she found the glass door at the end of the west corridor.It creaked when she pushed it open.The garden was surrounded by high walls. The air smelled faintly of rain and dust. The flowers were overgrown, untamed, and some were long dead.But it was beautiful in the way forgotten things are beautiful.Safe, even.Emilia sat on the stone bench in the corner and looked up at the cloudy sky. For a few precious minutes, the weight on her chest felt lighter. Her hands stopped trembling.She didn’t know why she started to sing.Just a little hum. A tune her mother used to hum when she thought no one was listening.Her voice was soft. A whisper.But it carried.Lucien was passing the hall when he heard it.He stopped.Turned.He never walked this way, never ha
The rain had already soaked through Emilia’s thin sweater by the time the black car stopped in front of the massive iron gates. She was shivering, more from fear than cold, but she didn’t speak. She didn’t dare.“Out,” the man in the passenger seat barked.Emilia obeyed. Her shoes sank into the gravel driveway. She heard the door slam shut behind her, and the engine roared to life before the car disappeared back down the road, leaving her behind.The gates opened slowly, creaking like something out of a horror film. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to keep her trembling hidden as two guards approached, dressed in black and armed.“You’re the girl?” one of them asked, looking her up and down with a frown. “He really paid for this?”Emilia said nothing.The guard snorted. “Follow me.”She was led through the front door of a mansion too grand to be real. Marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and silence so thick it echoed. She didn’t belong here. She didn’t belong anywhere.Her
The rain had already soaked through Emilia’s thin sweater by the time the black car stopped in front of the massive iron gates. She was shivering, more from fear than cold, but she didn’t speak. She didn’t dare.“Out,” the man in the passenger seat barked.Emilia obeyed. Her shoes sank into the gravel driveway. She heard the door slam shut behind her, and the engine roared to life before the car disappeared back down the road, leaving her behind.The gates opened slowly, creaking like something out of a horror film. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to keep her trembling hidden as two guards approached, dressed in black and armed.“You’re the girl?” one of them asked, looking her up and down with a frown. “He really paid for this?”Emilia said nothing.The guard snorted. “Follow me.”She was led through the front door of a mansion too grand to be real. Marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and silence so thick it echoed. She didn’t belong here. She didn’t belong anywhere.Her ...
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