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His Vow, Her Blood

Chapter 3 The Devil's Guest

Word Count: 1152    |    Released on: 12/06/2025

f silence w

passing lights of Milan's outskirts painted flickers of gold across her skin, but she didn't flinch. Her eyes remained locke

word since they l

er ha

issed you moments after offering yo

of control. Dante's custom-tailored coat draped loosely over his dark suit, the s

him, she was cer

pooling beneath her father's body played on loop behind

ven the ones who say

the man

ially

t-iron gates taller than a small house. The wheels crunched softly on a c

look lik

d like a

he driver exited and opened Ar

choice?" she asked

in slightly.

was soft

stepp

ity- an illusion, she thought bitterly, as she wa

marble floors stretched beneath chandeliers that didn't sparkle, they

t introd

n't ha

ter of the late Arturo DiLaurentis... an

ate hallway before Dante took her elbow

arm away. "Do

tance she had resisted it. He turned

afe here,

ed here," s

ng- approval expression. "You'll nee

survive in your

u're in

lm he was, how composed he remained ev

his funeral today?" she asked, voice trembling. "

"I didn't kill y

stepping closer, "but

le

gerou

: "C

in. Not when her legs were shaking and th

bedroom - larger than her entire apartment - with French doors opening to a private balcony,

," Dante said, wat

you'll be what? Sleeping do

dropped t

tleman," he sa

heart s

other word and close

icked from

ot deeply, but without dre

ay of food on the nightstand

d your stre

it. Then ign

wardrobe (everything in her size-he'd had hesize- he'dd?), and paced

lock. Every ges

r father: never show your fear. Let th

hen s

didn't turn. The breeze tugged at her hair, and for a moment, she imag

n't eat,

d. "Was it

If I wanted you dead, Aria, you'

n't comf

didn't touch her. Didn't

'm the villa

ooked at him.

the con

wh

r fathe

eyes. "You think y

t move," Dante said. "B

to find the boy he must've o

nt from me?" sh

. Instead, he reached into his

omach

d instantly,

t what y

pene

the Moretti crest and the DiLaurentis i

rted. "Is t

said. "It'

corrected bitter

you alive. And what w

ser, ring betw

eance. For safety. For yo

e weight of that rin

ve you," sh

y. "Good. That

arried thre

el. No

witnesses, and a ki

hite. She wore bla

ps touched hers,

rom r

m inevi

the daughter of

e wife of

r was just

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