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AVA DUVAL The night was getting crazier than I had anticipated. I stared wide eyed at the man whom I called my father. His gray hair was probably getting to him and this — I hoped it was a joke.Yes, this had to be an April Fool’s joke.Fuck me. April was a century ago. “Father, you don't mean…”“Isn't he a fine young man? I wanted to tell you, sweetheart, but I wanted it to be a surprise.” He seemed elated, his lips spread wide showcasing his full dentition.He had never smiled this wide at me. Ethan took some steps forward, covering the space between us. The air felt tight while father babbled about how elegant this man looked. “My father has never mentioned you before,” I pointed out, locking my jaw in annoyance. My life was already written for me before I came to even know my name. I knew everything that would happen to me; the external threats, stalkers, assassins, but this? It never crossed my mind.I hated that it didn't and now I was thrown off guard by such ridiculou

AVA DUVAL “Dress well.” That was the first thing my father told me when he came back from his trip. The Duvals were hosting a party though I still didn't know the reason for it. I sighed, staring at my reflection in the mirror. My black bra was hooked too tight, pushing my breasts up uncomfortably. My fingers trailed from my shoulder down to my waistline. A scar sat below it, reddish and fresh. “You should dress, Ava. Today might be for you and you don't want to keep them waiting.” It was my bodyguard, sitting on a chair with his legs crossed. His eyes roamed my body, a satisfied grin plastered on that face of his. He had done that. The red marks all over my body. Last night after father came home, I had dropped to my knees begging him to take my frustrations away… to make me forget that my life was a series of being ignored and yet overly protected. I sighed, pushing all the thoughts aside.“They should wait. I'm the heiress to the Duval organization,” I countered, giving a

AVA DUVAL The small grin on his face said too much. The moment the words left my mouth, something in Ethan darkened — like I’d just unlocked a side of him I was never meant to see.His hand wrapped around my throat and he drove me back. My heels scraped against the porcelain tiles before my spine hit the wall with a breathless thud.I gasped when his grip loosened just enough to let me breathe.What had I unleashed?Was this a result of my inevitable greed? His lower lip brushed mine, slow and deliberate, our breaths tangling in the narrow space between us. “Princess,” he groaned. His voice reverberated through me, leaving a tingling feeling on my toes. His hand traced the curve of my waist before slipping beneath the fabric of my dress. It came out without warning — a soft moan just like how every touch felt. He leaned closer, his tongue grazing my ear. My muscles tightened, teeth sinking into my lower lip to keep from giving him the satisfaction of hearing me unravel.A shi

AVA DUVAL “You know what to do,” I said calmly, sitting beside a young man. Calm? Hardly.My knees bounced as I tapped my heels nervously on the porcelain tiles. My hands curled and uncurled, my heart racing. A drop of sweat slid from my hair down to my chin. The weather seemed rather hot — maybe it was just me. I hoped my plan worked, but the way my stomach tightened told me otherwise. I guess I was crazy because I was going as far as to hire someone to make Ethan jealous, and to deny him of any of my affection. My eyes moved to the young man, his brown hair glistened in the sun as much as his deep silver eyes. He was the perfect person to use against Ethan — an innocent shy face, gay and of course just right. He smiled shyly, rubbing his knuckles. He too was nervous not to mess up and strangely it made me feel terrible. Ethan was in training and would be back anytime soon. I knew I was petty, but it didn't matter. “If you act like that, he'd suspect you're being paid,” I

AVA DUVAL I couldn't sleep. I had no reason to stay awake. Ethan had left me some hours ago, yet his presence still lingered in the room. I lay sprawled on my bed, staring at the ceiling, wishing he had stayed the night — if only to keep me warm.“I must be growing on him,” I muttered to myself. The night wore a long face, and the clouds were drifting towards the moon. My fingers brushed my neck. A whimper escaped my lips. It was sore and slightly painful. Ethan had sunk his teeth into my neck, while his large hands spanned my waist. It was crazy how it still ached — the memory left a tingling sensation on my toes making me shudder. My lips reminded me of his kiss. When he took my bottom lip between his teeth, and the pleasure I felt as he slipped his tongue into my mouth. I wet my lips, my skin getting warm. My ears felt hot at the mere thought of him.I couldn't comprehend Ethan's behaviour, sometimes he stroked me gently like he feared I would shatter, then the other times

AVA DUVAL I couldn't stay angry at him for so long. I mean who would? When he stared at me with that dark hunger, like he wanted to claim me. Ethan stood behind me, his gaze following my hands as I brushed some red on the portrait I was painting. Carefully, I dipped some more red and smeared it on the girl's bright yellow dress. “You must feel dark today,” he muttered, his voice low, almost a whisper.I dropped the brush, took a deep breath and turned to him. “Isn't it better that I poured my darkness on something other than you?” I smacked my lips.He grinned, walking towards me. My back suddenly felt exposed, heat rushed to my face and when he bent to my face level I was sure it turned bright red. His lips grazed my ear while his soft breath warmed my skin. My breath grew raspy and my legs were getting weak. “I'd like that,” he purred. I bit my lips to stop this aching between my legs. How could his voice make my mind spiral… in the end, this man was going to ruin me. M

One month had passed in the Winters estate and the weather became warmer than usual. The chirping of birds could be heard not too far away — everywhere was finally at peace. Amy sat in the living room, her eyes stuck to a book Owen bought to keep her company, because as he said, work called. He needed to fix everything and return them back to normal especially after Ash Winters death, Mr Winters death and the casualties faced when dealing with the late Ari Xavier. Paris scented like peace, and everyone probably went back to their daily routine — no curfew, no being alert. Just as Amy put down the book, the door swung open, and Owen walked in in his usual outfit, royal blue Armani, and a well dressed hair, it was in curls this time around.Amy assessed her man, he looked nervous but only she could notice it.“Pumpkin,” Owen said, coming to give her a hug.She let him give her as many kisses as possible. She deserved it.They deserved it.“How's the baby?” He asked, caressing he

AMELIA XAVIER The smell of my favourite kind of coffee filled my nose as I opened my eyes. Letting out a yawn, I stretched myself out of bed and moved downstairs to meet Owen in the kitchen making breakfast. We were moving into the Winters estate today so why was he making breakfast? As I opened my mouth to speak, he turned to face me, handing me a chocolate chip. “I saw this on YouTube, how does it taste,” he said, shoving the chocolate chip into my mouth. I bit into it and the taste brought a smile to my face.“Tastes like something made with love. I'll go wash up and come down for breakfast,” I murmured, planting a kiss on his lips and walking away. A few minutes later, we were done with breakfast and we sat by the pool playing with the water. It was warm and surprisingly calming.“I thought we were moving today?” I asked, glancing at him.Owen shrugged, the look on his face said he was contemplating on whether to avoid the question or not.“I'm doing some renovations

OWEN WINTERS A month had passed and the mourning period for my father ended, now what was left was making me the don to this house. The hall was decorated with blue roses which signified the colour of the house Winters. The chandeliers shone beautifully casting its light around the hall. I took in the sights before going upstairs to get ready. I stared at the mirror holding my tuxedo jacket, memories of the recent events flooding my head — Ash Winters was dead, father died, Ari Xavier died and my child. I seemed lost because I didn't know when Amy came in.“Lost in thoughts?” She asked and I smiled, turning to face her. I took her waist pulling her closer to me so that our noses touched.“A lot of things have happened, it's only necessary to be lost in thoughts, pumpkin,” I whispered, my tone hushed and my breath brushing her lips. She chuckled lightly. I planted a soft kiss on her lips and started to pull away but she held me tight and kissed me sliding her tongue into my mo

AMELIA XAVIER The world should've ended the day I came to Paris, because that day changed everything for me.My dream was to be like father, strong, confident and regal, but coming to Paris was something I wished to regret, but why couldn't I? Ari pressed her leg against my wrist, pointing the gun at me. She smirked as she cocked the gun ready to end my existence. I shut my eyes, life flashing before me, tears building up. Just shoot me, bastard!I cursed. Before she left the trigger, the door swung open, and someone I knew would come for me stood there, a gun in his hand.Dylan Xavier, my father.Ari Xavier left the trigger, but by then I had smacked her down so the bullet went flying across the wall. She fell with a thud and my confidence boosted. “Attack!” Ari Xavier screamed to her men as they rushed towards Dad, his men blocked the way and fought them off. Ari faced me, dried blood stained her face as sweat dripped from her chin splattering on the ground. I clenche

AMELIA XAVIER The tracker led me deep into the woods. I clutched my gun as my feet crunched dried dead leaves with every step I made. The light from the moon hardly penetrated due to the large branches, instead it gave this eerie feeling.I needed to keep going. The pathway was endless and I soon started to lose hope that maybe I wasn't going to find that bastard of a relative, Ari Xavier. I stopped to catch my breath, resting my hands on my hips. Something told me that coming here was the worst idea ever, but it wasn't enough to stop me. Thinking back to what she had done, anger boiled within me urging me to move on. A few minutes later, the tracker beeped, and I knew I was there. Not too far away — something like a walk from where I stood, a house came into view. It looked old and shady, but I didn't mind, my goals were set and achieving them was all that mattered.Walking towards the building, I cocked my gun ready to shoot, but as I cracked the door open, no one was the

AMELIA XAVIER I sat in the sitting room watching the news, cameras flashed at the dead bodies that lay scattered around the woods. The police blocked the area saying investigations were going on as the news reporters relayed the reports of so many deaths in one night. My mind drifted to last night when we marched to the woods to kill Ari's men. Father was right when he meant that Ari might not show up, but she was just a step ahead of us which made me question our so called loyal allies. Someone was probably feeding her with our plans for her to sabotage every one of them. Rage boiled within me and I angrily switched off the TV hating the sight of those bodies. I had prayed everything would end that night, but it only grew worse by the second. Owen was in hospital and wasn't allowed to leave which would delay our attack and give that moron a chance to be ahead of us. I wanted to bolt out the door, meet her and strangle her to death if I could. Then I remembered something.