BRoken Destiny

de felt them around her wrists, h

one awaiting her execution. The dress was sumptuous, of an insulting perfection

d her destiny without giving her the slightest choice. Liam Blackwood, impassive, was waitin

weetness, no hesitation. Just an unshakable certainty: she wa

s being was screaming to flee, to break this m

faces forming a wall around it. They had come to a

ust seized her, as if to remind her

eath b

d someone as much

ear, a poisoned whisper

quickly lea

but the weight of her hand on hers would anchor it on the spot. He did not hug, did not forced anything. H

ghtened her head

to be here, but you

earable smile, s

all those who e

ssed her so hard that she

not li

kn

ft, almost admiring, and i

rutal reminder of the role they playe

ger, aware of the tra

esonated, broken by the sound of a sudden movement, a body that was moving too quickly. A silhouette went out i

didn't have time. Even before anyone could react, Liam rushed. In a flas

in a calm voice, a deadly promise

ne without a word. No cry, no protest

eath. He only had a fraction of a second to understand that it was already too late. A dry movement, then

the eyes of those who were there, Jade could read the same thing as in his own: the law of the strongest, the ruthless

hich Liam had acted, all that had left her speechless, frozen, while the soul of the man who had just falle

ith the revelation that was in his mind. She thought he was a simple threat, a powerful, ruthless man, yes, but dee

had shown no remorse, no hesitation. The worst part was that Jade now knew that this act, this brutal and relentless gestu

follow him, without a word. And she had followed him. Without asking questions. Without daring to protest. B

than ever. Jade felt her stomach for each step, as if she was heading straight for a way

nce, but her voice died alm

r wh

, her cold and implacable look at her w

hich, barely more than a whisper,

did not slow down, did not stop. S

e asked, her firm voice th

to her. His eyes had hardene

dared to challenge my will. In m

capable of deciding life and death with such ease. But it was not just her ability to

tmares. He was not just a mafia chief. He was not just a man with terrifying power. No. Lia

ronounced by Liam, every gesture he made, each look he gave him, bound her a little more to him. She was aware of it n

, empties him in the eyes of this man whom he had eliminated in an instant. When she reopened her

uickly, Jade,

f, in one way or another, he was waiting for her to accept this reality. That she accepts her place at he

ape. Marriage was just a symbol. A simple contract. She belonged to Liam Blackwood now. A man much more dangerous than she h

ad no choice. He was his ma