No More Mistaken Devotion

Summary

The scion of the Blackwood empire, Liam, was a man forged in fire and ice. Those who crossed him invariably faced a whirlwind of brutal retribution. Unluckily for me, the very stepsister I despised most in this world happened to be his cherished darling, the jewel he guarded in his palm.

Just days ago, that stepsister had deliberately shattered my mother’s urn. In front of everyone, I broke her wrist. The very next day, Liam Blackwood’s enforcers dragged me into a suffocating black room, a place where no light reached. My limbs were systematically crushed, my tendons severed. In my dying moments, I mustered every last ounce of strength to send a distress signal to my most trusted bodyguard. But then, I heard my captors address him with chilling deference… "Mr. Blackwood." In that instant, an overwhelming tide of despair washed over me, drowning every last flicker of hope.

I yearned for death, yet Liam Blackwood utterly unraveled.