BLOODLINE
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Last published Fri, Jun 26, 2026
Enfermée dans l'obscurité, privée de temps et de voix, Iris lutte contre le pire des ennemis : le silence.
Lorsqu'elle se réveille, sa vie n'est plus la sienne.
Rescapée d'un enlèvement dont elle ne comprend pas encore les enjeux, Iris découvre une vérité qui bouleverse tout ce qu'elle croyait savoir : son père dirigeait une mafia, et elle en est l'héritière malgré elle. Traquée par des rivaux prêts à tout, elle trouve refuge chez les Cooper, une famille liée à son passé par une dette de sang et de secrets.
Entre menaces invisibles, héritage interdit et attirance dangereuse pour Nate, le fils de l'homme censé la protéger, Iris devra choisir : fuir ce destin imposé... ou affronter le silence pour reprendre le pouvoir.
Car dans ce monde, le silence n'est jamais vide.
Il observe. Il attend. Et parfois, il tue.
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