The Silence Of His Vows
The first thing he takes from me is air.
A hand crashes over my mouth, ripping me backward into a darkness so sudden my mind stutters. My scream dies against his palm. My feet leave the ground. My heartbeat slams against my ribs like it’s trying to escape.
“Stop fighting,” he says, his voice a low, controlled threat against my ear.
Not shouted.
Not rushed.
Certain.
I claw at his arm anyway.
It doesn’t matter.
“This is day one,” he whispers.
He forces me onto my knees, my breath splintering in sharp, humiliating bursts. His fingers hook under my jaw, lifting my face so I have to see him.. cold eyes, steady rage, a man carved from hatred with a purpose.
“You were born into the wrong blood,” he says. “And now you’ll pay for every sin it spilled.”
His thumb drags across my trembling lips, testing, measuring.
A reminder he owns every choice I have left.
“You’ll beg,” he promises. “Not for mercy. For the end.”
And something inside me sinks, cold and final.
From this moment on, nothing is mine.
Not breath.
Not choice.
Not time.
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Luna Vitiello is the silent daughter of a devil. To the world, a pampered princess.
In truth, a girl who has bled in silence for nineteen years.
But the man who takes her doesn’t care.
To him, she isn’t a victim; she’s the enemy. A living vessel for her father’s sins, a debt meant to be paid in pain.
He thinks he’s breaking a spoiled queen.
He doesn’t realize he’s crushing a girl who was already broken.