Mag-log in“Sometimes the devil doesn’t come to destroy you—he comes to finish what love couldn’t.” --- I saw a woman at the ballroom. Average height, stunning, sexy rose lips, black wavy hair, eyes sharp as spear, solid black heel higher than a new pencil. A long indigo dress that reminds you of the sea – my favourite. Then the v-cut from the foot of the dress to the damn hip. Crazy black designs all over. But now one thing is missing— her mask. I, Rafael Goldman, am known for having everything I want, no matter what it is, and getting the sweetheart of late Eric McCoy would be a thing worth my while... Especially if this particular person is exactly like my miha. --- LATER I held my balance on Preston; his thrusts punched the air from my lungs, another made my vision spark white. I screamed his name into the steam, my hair soaked, water dancing off my eyelashes. He fucked me like atonement, like penance, like the only god he believed in lived between my thighs. He groaned against my throat and it sent shivers down my spine. I saw his pupils in mine, holding the gaze steady. He cupped my cheek and gave me an aggressive kiss before I broke it, forcing his head to my neck. He kissed my throat, teeth scraping the pulse that was trying to kill me. I laughed softly, ragged and vicious, and bit his lip until I tasted blood. That particular finger staggered back to my cunt again and forced its way into my pussy while his dick was still inside, grinding me. Suddenly his left hand came over my mouth, cupping it firm, blocking my screams. --- Content Trigger Warning !! Contains BDSM, violence, sex, strong language, misogyny which may upset some viewers... ---
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Summary:
Being a lover to Eric McCoy for years, now she's just that wealthy woman who's struggling to find her son and maybe avenge the death of her lover.
Diana McCoy has always lived on the edge of power. As a wealthy business magnate in the big city's ruthless elite, she has grown her empire wide and far. But when her only son vanishes without a trace, the woman who has always been the pretty princess of Eric McCoy— her one and only true love, evolves into a dark feminine force of nature, that finds herself spiraling into chaos. Whispers of betrayal surround her. Old enemies resurface. And the deeper she digs, the more she realizes that the danger comes not from the shadows — but from the inner circle she once trusted most.
Ever since Eric McCoy was alive, Diana had peace. He gave her everything— Love, Money, Respect.
Diana is the product of a mistake. Her mother's and Father's Mistake. A one night stand with the heir of the De L' Rosa family. One of the most powerful families in the nation.
This mistake grows into a stubborn and unapologetic young girl that a father casts out, only for her to find happiness with a powerful man. The clothed, feed, sheltered and took care of this young girl. That she grew up and fell in love with this man that she threw herself at him until he gave in.
Old things pass away but that would never pass away, or disappear from Diana's heart.
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At the center of it all stands Rafael Goldman — magnetic, calculating, and dangerous. Once her rival in business and briefly her lover, Rafael seems to know far more about her son’s disappearance than he should. Yet when evidence points to a larger conspiracy that threatens both their empires, Diana is forced into an uneasy alliance with the one man she swore never to trust. Every step with Rafael feels like walking a razor’s edge — his charm disarms her, his secrets infuriate her, and his presence awakens emotions she’s not sure of.
As they chase clues across glittering boardrooms and the underbelly of high society, Diana begins to question everything she thought she knew. Each revelation peels back another layer of deception, showing her how deeply she's lost herself in this extremely beautiful man. Rafael claims he’s trying to help her, but his motives remain elusive. Is he a protector seeking redemption — or the puppeteer behind her suffering?
Haunted by fear and fury, Diana clings to the only thing that has ever defined her: strength. Yet in this dangerous game of love and vengeance, strength becomes both her weapon and her weakness. The closer she gets to the truth, the more she risks losing herself — not just to the darkness surrounding her, but to the man who thrives within it.
When the final pieces fall into place, Diana must decide what she’s willing to sacrifice to bring her son home — she cannot have them all. And standing before her, Rafael forces her to confront the most painful question of all: if he is guilty, why does her heart still choose him?
Brinks — “She’s on the Edge” is a gripping modern dark romance of power, betrayal, and survival. It explores the fine line between love and destruction, and the cost of trusting someone who might be your undoing. Caught between vengeance and vulnerability, Diana McCoy is a woman pushed past her limits — and what she does next will change everything.
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Diana's POV:Nothing was making sense anymore.I had an empty thought of sleeping on my fucking bed naked while I await the spirit of a dead man to come embrace me in the dark.Nothing was making sense.I felt like just relaxing my head...I couldn't stop thinking of the voice calling my name every night. Finally back to the one place that I felt warm in.I couldn't actually narrow down what came over me earlier. The worst part was how much I still didn't give a fuck. I was shocked at myself for feeling empty. I felt nothing at all, my heart felt voided.To think I even got a death gift from him, his ring—a golden minimalistic ring which he might have loved deeply just like Rafael loved that particular watch which never left his hand... A souvenir.Zee helped me seat put on the sofa before she left to drive into the city and get food. I didn't even realize I was alone immediately. I had stood and walked around, tears rumbling like thunder in my eyes.I felt his presence, only though
Writer's POV:Watching him like that and remembering the protest and everything made me wonder why people even bother. Winston doesn’t deserve it.Her plan, initially, was for him to help her reach Rafael… But then she learned about what he did…“You bring me troubles, my dearest. This wouldn’t be happening if your family kept quiet and let the stupid incompetent police do their nothing… Or if you kept your penis to yourself—?” She laughed out loud.He was wailing so loud like a child. Diana laughed even more. “Or maybe you were to be of more help to me…” she paused, letting him savor the hurt he inflicted on himself. “Would you?” she asked.He cried out, “Yes!”“Pleasant,” she said softly. “Felix.”Felix drew backwards. His face covered in sweat. His hand did hurt as he swayed the bat with more excitement than duty.Winston was groaning in pain. The scars didn’t just bear blood—they bore punishment. “Under one condition…” he mouthed.“Huh?” She got stunned, one brow lifted up. “I
Diana’s POV:“Least I forget… Did you find out anything about Greenwood Julius?” I asked, still feeling the pressure in his words about this Aster person.“Julius Greenwood?”“Yeah!” Zee returned rudely—till today I still don’t know what’s up with the both of them. “It’s kinda urgent...?”Felix scoffed. “You asked me that like… this morning,” he answered. “And not really… But I have someone on it, Di. Also Zee?”He turned to look at her and bit his lips, then back at the road. We were still traveling in the woods. “I thought you weren’t talking to me?”“Tch!” she snorted, her focus out the window while whispering silent curses at him.“I didn’t tell you you look so damn pretty when you mad,” he teased.I yawned. Maybe even cringed.The car took a left turn and ahead stood an old rusty cottage. “Welcome to my tiny crib for sickos…” Felix said slowly as the cars came to a full halt in front of the cottage. Big trees surrounding the building. Birds chirping in the distance. It was silent
Diana’s POV:The ache I felt was uncontainable. Those words had weight and it was very heavy. It’s not that it surprised me that they were allies—no. Neither was it because they were the ones that murdered my husband.What’s frightening was the intensity of anger I felt… towards Jacob. Yet weakness filled my bones. Jacob was always in the story. He has always been the enemy and I know he knows that I’m aware of that fact and that I'd find him one day.“But they didn’t do it themselves… Obviously,” Felix continued. “Aster~ Aster Conrad… hired by the Marcus for Eric’s assassination.”---Meanwhile…---Writer’s POV:“Aster?” Rafael walked from his bed to the one-seater sofa in the corner of the big living room that night on the phone with a man—a known unknown… An explosive bomb whose detonator was in the hand of the Goldmans—Jace... Or should I say Conrad... Aster Conrad?. Too close to the target and no one knew. “Hello…?”Jace was in the workers’ kitchen, at the sink. He was alone. Wa






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