Nobela ni moonfire

I opened my eyes to a soft morning light, but my heart still raced from the way he kissed me last night.I sat up slowly, still in the same guestroom, wearing the same clothes, his jacket draped over me.My fingers touched my lips as I remembered everything—his breath, his hands, the way he said I would burn right.Just as I stood up, the door opened, and Lucas stepped inside, his face blank like last night had never happened.“You can leave now,” he said simply, his voice cold again like he hadn’t held me close just hours ago.I crossed my arms, keeping my voice calm. “So that’s it? No good morning? No coffee? Just back to business?”He leaned against the wall, his arms crossed. “I warned you not to confuse a moment of heat for something soft.”I laughed, low and bitter. “You don’t have to worry. I wasn’t looking for love. I don’t even believe in love.”His jaw tightened, but he didn’t move. “Then good. Because I don’t want misunderstandings ruining what we’re building here.”I raise

The next morning, I woke up with swollen lips, sore breath, and the taste of his kiss still burning on my tongue.I touched my mouth gently, remembering how he held me, kissed me, then walked away silently.He didn’t say “stay,” didn’t say “go,” didn’t say anything—just left me in the silence we created with our fire.I looked at myself in the mirror and saw a woman I didn’t recognize, and for once, I liked her.She wasn’t weak. She wasn’t scared. She wasn’t soft. She had tasted power and wanted more—more of him, more of herself.I dressed in black again, like armor, like warning, like a promise that I wouldn’t be touched unless I allowed it.The office felt colder today, or maybe it was just me, pretending my skin wasn’t still burning under his fingerprints.He didn’t speak when I entered. He just nodded once, eyes dark, jaw tight, hands clenched like he hadn’t slept at all.We worked in silence for hours, the kind that crackled with tension, every paper shuffle loud like thunder bet

When I got home that night, the sky was dark and quiet, but my blood still ran hot from his eyes.Lucas Black looked at me like I was something dangerous, something forbidden, something he wanted but couldn’t fully trust yet.I took off my heels, threw them on the floor, and stared at myself in the mirror like a stranger.Who was this woman now? She didn’t cry anymore. She didn’t beg. She didn’t wait to be saved by anyone.I brushed my fingers over my lips slowly, still feeling the way his voice touched me like warm smoke in air.Why did my heart race around him? Why did my body tremble like it was hungry every time he stared hard?It wasn’t love. I didn’t believe in love. It was something else—something darker, deeper, sharper than I could ever explain.I had goals, and none of them included falling for the devil in a suit with killer eyes and control issues.Still, I closed my eyes that night and dreamed about him—his mouth near my ear, whispering things I couldn’t forget.---The n

The moment I walked out of Lucas Black’s office, my legs were shaking like paper in the middle of a storm.His voice, his eyes, his smile—all of it felt dangerous, like standing too close to a fire without getting burned.I used to be afraid of powerful men, but now I wanted to use them the way they used me.The secretary outside his office watched me closely, probably wondering how I got hired without begging or showing fake smiles.I didn’t care about her looks, or her questions—I had a war to fight and no time to waste.My phone buzzed in my hand like a mosquito I wanted to crush, and of course, it was my father.“Eva,” his voice snapped through the phone, full of anger and pride, “why did you embarrass Julian at that dinner?”“I told him the truth,” I said calmly, “and if he can’t handle truth, he shouldn’t be wearing fake charm.”“Do you know what you’ve done?” he barked. “That marriage was our family’s future. Now you’ve thrown it away.”“That future didn’t include me,” I whispe

The rain was loud, like a thousand crying ghosts screaming outside while I lay in my own pool of blood.My hands were shaking so hard I couldn’t feel the pain anymore, just the cold creeping into my bones fast.I looked up at my husband, the man I gave everything to, and saw nothing but disgust in his eyes.“You’re in the way, Eva,” he said slowly, like I was a broken toy he couldn’t wait to throw away.Behind him, my stepsister smiled, her hand holding the same knife that pierced my belly and killed our baby.“Poor Eva,” she whispered sweetly, leaning closer as if she cared, “you were never smart enough to win anything.”I wanted to scream, to curse them, to drag them down with me—but my voice was already leaving me.As the world turned black, I made one wish—I wished for a second chance to destroy them both completely.---I woke up gasping, sweat dripping down my back, my heart pounding like drums in a thunderstorm crashing nonstop.The ceiling above me was familiar, ugly pink with