Some hearts are sold for survival. And some monsters, like Alec Blackstone , don’t buy love—they own it, break it, and leave it breathing.”
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The sky above the hospital was thick with clouds as if the heavens themselves were suffocating with unspoken dread. The sterile scent of medicine hung heavy in the air, but in the parking lot where headlights cut through the late dusk, something darker lingered—something far more suffocating than antiseptics and steel.
Alec held Melissa’s wrist in a brutal grip, his eyes bloodshot, the stench of whiskey clinging to his breath like a warning. His black suit was immaculate, tailored to perfection, yet his soul was fraying, unraveling in madness. Melissa, still clad in that haunting black wedding dress, looked like a fallen angel—stripped of her ligh
