"He's Velvet Ruin"

"He's Velvet Ruin"

Keishafran

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After years trapped under the cruelty of her stepfather's control, Isabella knew the rules of surviving in a world ruled by men like Marco Deluca - never be noticed, never be wanted. But when she becomes a witness to something she was never meant to see, Vincenzo spares her life for reasons he doesn't understand.
Drawn to her quiet strength and fearless gaze, he finds himself willing to burn his empire to keep her safe. But loving him means stepping into a world that destroys everything it touches... and she might be the only thing he can't afford to lose.

"He's Velvet Ruin" Chapter 1 Whispered Vows

I was only fifteen when my innocence was stolen, leaving me to face life's cruel truths far too soon. My father had left when I was just seven, and after that, my mother sought stability and security through a new marriage. But her attention was consumed by caring for my step-siblings, leaving me feeling invisible and neglected.

My stepfather's cruelty traumatized me so deeply that I developed a burning hatred for men-resenting even the fact that they breathed. By the time I was seventeen, I couldn't take it anymore. I ran away from home and was forced into a wayward lifestyle. My beauty and kindness sometimes opened doors for me, but most nights I went to bed hungry, crying myself to sleep.

"If only my dad hadn't left," I whispered into the darkness of the damp little room I called home, my voice trembling. My fingers toyed with the frayed edge of a thin blanket as I stared at the cracked ceiling. That thought haunted me from childhood: the dream of a different version of myself-a girl with a father who protected her, a family who cared, and a life that wasn't an endless storm. But reality had never been kind.

When my father walked out, everything changed. My mother's love drifted toward my step-siblings, leaving me to fend for myself. My stepfather's cruelty cemented my mistrust of men, and the streets only deepened it. Survival had pushed me into choices I hated, ones I would never have made if I'd had another way.

By the time I turned nineteen, I was desperate to escape the streets and find something more respectable. I no longer wanted to sell pieces of my soul just to survive. After weeks of searching, I heard through a neighbor about a cleaning job in a wealthy man's mansion. The pay was modest compared to the grandeur of the house, but it was more than I'd ever earned-and it felt like a chance to start over.

The mansion was breathtaking. Marble floors gleamed under the chandeliers, and the air smelled of expensive cologne and polished wood. I felt so small standing in the massive foyer, clutching my bag to my chest. My employer, Mr. Davenport, was a man in his late fifties, always dressed in tailored suits, a gold watch flashing at his wrist. He smiled kindly-or so it seemed-but something in his eyes made me wary.

For weeks, I scrubbed floors, polished silver, and dusted paintings worth more than everything I had ever owned. The work was exhausting, but I didn't complain. The quiet was better than the chaos I was used to, and for a while, I believed things might finally be shifting.

But the calm didn't last.

One evening, when most of the staff had gone home, Mr. Davenport called me into his study. The room smelled faintly of whiskey, shadows curling in the dim light.

"You've been doing good work," he said, leaning back in his chair. "I notice these things."

I thanked him politely, my hands clasped tightly in front of me. Compliments from men always made me uneasy; they rarely stopped at words.

"You're a very attractive young woman," he said, his voice lowering. "Rare, really-your beauty and your kindness."

My stomach tightened. I'd heard this before, and I knew where it led.

"I'm just here to clean, sir," I said softly, keeping my voice steady.

He chuckled and stood, walking toward me. "Oh, come on. I could make your life so much easier. You wouldn't have to worry about rent, food... anything. You could have everything you want-if you're willing to give me what I want."

The air grew heavy around me. Memories of my stepfather's unwanted touches and the nights I'd endured on the streets flooded my mind. I took a step back.

"No," I said firmly, meeting his gaze for the first time. "I'm not that kind of woman. Not anymore."

For a moment, his smile vanished, replaced by something cold. He adjusted his watch and waved me off. "Very well. You can leave for the day."

The next morning, I was dismissed without explanation. My final pay envelope was shoved into my hand, and I walked out feeling small-but strangely proud. I had said no.

But pride didn't pay the bills.

The following weeks were brutal. Job after job slipped through my fingers. My tiny savings drained away on rent and scraps of food. Eventually, my landlord kicked me out. My belongings-just a blanket, a few clothes, and some toiletries-were dumped on the street. That night, I wandered aimlessly before curling up on a cold bench at a bus stop. The city noises kept me awake as hunger gnawed at me.

Days blurred together: washing in public restrooms, spending nights in parks, chasing jobs that never came. Old acquaintances like Tasha reappeared, dangling temptations of easy money on the streets. But I clenched my jaw. Never again.

By the fifth week, I was hollowed out-thinner, weaker, my eyes dulled. I collapsed in the city square one afternoon, too weak to keep walking. A stranger mistook me for a beggar and dropped a coin into my lap. I used it to buy bread and ate it slowly, ashamed but grateful.

Still, every night I whispered the same prayer: "Just one job. Just one chance."

On the forty-third day, I saw a help-wanted sign in the window of a small café. My heart pounded as I stepped inside. The owner, Marlene, listened patiently as I explained my situation.

"I can't pay much," she said, "but I need someone to clean tables and help in the kitchen part-time. It's honest work."

Tears filled my eyes. "I'll take it. Please. I'll work hard."

That night, I didn't sleep on a bench. Marlene let me stay in a small storage room behind the café. The space was cramped and smelled of coffee beans, but it had a roof, a door, and a mattress-and to me, it felt like a palace.

It wasn't the life I once dreamed of, but it was a start. I had been stripped of almost everything, yet I was still here-breathing, standing, moving forward.

Some nights I still thought about my father, my mother, my step-siblings, the landlord's cold eyes, Mr. Davenport's smirk, and Tasha's tempting words. The world had shown me every shade of cruelty, but I was still here, still choosing my own path.

For the first time in months, I allowed myself a fragile smile. It wasn't over. Not yet.

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“After years trapped under the cruelty of her stepfather's control, Isabella knew the rules of surviving in a world ruled by men like Marco Deluca - never be noticed, never be wanted. But when she becomes a witness to something she was never meant to see, Vincenzo spares her life for reasons he doesn't understand. Drawn to her quiet strength and fearless gaze, he finds himself willing to burn his empire to keep her safe. But loving him means stepping into a world that destroys everything it touches... and she might be the only thing he can't afford to lose.”
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Chapter 1 Whispered Vows

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Chapter 2 The Offer She Refused

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Chapter 3 The Man In The Shadows

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Chapter 4 Trapped With The Devil

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Chapter 5 Tangled Lines

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Chapter 6 Betrayal In Blood

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Chapter 7 The Quiet Game

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Chapter 8 Shadows Of The Past

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Chapter 9 Velvet Chains

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Chapter 10 Between The Sheets

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Chapter 11 Fracture Lines

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Chapter 12 The Cost Of Silence

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Chapter 13 The Kidnap

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Chapter 14 The Return To Monaco

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Chapter 15 The Slow Return

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Chapter 16 Beneath The Villa

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Chapter 17 The Healing

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Chapter 18 When The Sea Stilled

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Chapter 19 The Ghost Returns

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Chapter 20 The Gathering Storm

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Chapter 21 The Stranger At The Gate

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Chapter 22 The Accusation

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Chapter 23 A week Of Silence

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Chapter 24 Shadows That Dont Fade

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Chapter 25 The Shadows Return

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Chapter 26 The Depth Of Blood

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Chapter 27 Truth From The Past

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Chapter 28 Shadows Before Midnight

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Chapter 29 The Edge Of Midnight

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Chapter 30 The Ghost Between Us

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Chapter 31 Ashes Of The Blood Line

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Chapter 32 The Quiet Before The Echoes

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Chapter 33 The Man Wearing He's Face

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Chapter 34 The Weight Of A Name

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Chapter 35 Echoed Beneath The Surface

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Chapter 36 The Master Mind Review

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Chapter 37 Shadows And The Heart Beat

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Chapter 38 Allies And Shadows

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Chapter 39 Shadows Rising

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Chapter 40 The Last Stand

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