𝘽𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘾𝙍𝙊𝙒𝙉, 𝙆𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙂

PROLOGUE

"𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘉𝘜𝘐𝘓𝘛 𝘔𝘌 𝘛𝘖 𝘉𝘜𝘙𝘕.𝘉𝘜𝘛 𝘐 𝘓𝘌𝘈𝘙𝘕𝘌𝘋 𝘏𝘖𝘞 𝘛𝘖 𝘚𝘌𝘛 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘍𝘐𝘙𝘌".

𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙖 𝙑𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙯

~ Tree years ago—Before the fall.

I was Twenty one when I first learned what power tasted like.

Not sweet. Not Golden.

Power tasted like copper.

Like blood on my tongue, sweat on my collarbone and silence in my throat.

I came in front of a man with cigarette in one hand and devil smile in the other.

𝙇𝙪𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝘿'𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡𝙤 didn't just walk into my life— he conquered it.

He was all slow stares and smooth lies.

He said he would teach me how to survive in the dark.

He didn't. He left me in it.

They called him king. I called him love.

I wore his ring.

I let him kiss my ribs and call them wings.

I trusted the way he looked at me —like I was only woman in the we world who could bring him to his knees.

And maybe I was.

Until he destroyed everything I was kneeling for.

It happened on a rainy Tuesday. of course it was Tuesday.

That kind of betrayal never comes on a weekend.

I opened the door expecting flowers.

I got a silence I didn't recognized.

His eyes were different. Not cold worse. empty.

"Luacian? "

"It's over, " He said. No hesitation. No reason. No goodbye.

"What?" I laughed, because there was no way, this was real.

"it....... is some kind of sick test".

He didn't answer. Just turned around.

I chased him. I begged him.

" Don't do this," I whispered. " please, don't do this".

He looked at me at once—like I was someone he used to know. And then he was gone.

No blood.

No warning.

Just the sound of the door clicking shut behind the man who promise to never leave.

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𝙇𝙪𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝘿'𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡𝙤

~Some moment— Different pain.

I remember her hands.

The way they trembled whe she reached for me.

I remember the look in her eyes—that breaking thing. That's Disbelief.

She didn't know that twenty minutes before I walked into her apartment, I had a knife at my throat and a choice in any hand;

Give her up.

Or bury her with me.

I choose wrong.

I let her go—no because I stopped loving her.

But because I loved her too much to make her bleed for me.

They told me if I didn't walk away, she would vanish.

They had proof. Photos. Threats. Blood Trails.

In our world?

love is ability.

It get you killed— or worse, turned into leverage.

So I killed her love instead.

"It's over" I told her

And when I looked back one last time, I sure....... I left her heart shatter.

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𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙖

~𝙋𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩

I didn't cry at first.

Not even when Matteo pulled me off the flour hours later.

I just sat there. Ring still on. Dress still damp. Make up smudge like a funeral.

but when the tears come............

They didn't stop.

For days.

weeks.

Until one morning, I woke up and didn't feel anything at all.

and that beginning.

The day I stopped mourning Lucian D'Angelo........

was the day I become queen👸.

𝙏𝙊 𝘽𝙀 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙐𝙀𝘿............