LOGINRafael is still here. I felt his hands wrap around my waist—his body pressing against mine. A sudden thrust nudged my nightie up into a dangerous territory. I pulled away, turning to face him—he was stark naked. His large, heavy penis swayed as he moved. I blinked, stunned. I scratched my forehead and sighed, “What is your problem?” He smirked. “You’re my problem.” --- They were in the bed, The shower, The balcony—but of course, the rain had its temper, and the thunder and lightning did their work... The floor, the coffee table, the wall, and back to the bed... Her weight pressed against him. They’d wanted each other for a long time— To feel, to smell, to fuck. Her legs locked tightly around his waist, Both hands on his chest, neck, and shoulder. His left hand clenched the bed, holding his weight, His other hand caressing her breast—warm, sensual, igniting desire and excitement. He drove his penis slowly, in and out of her, Covered in the slick, milky mix of semen and vaginal mucus. Their movements were freer now than when they started hours ago. The thunderstorm lingered, Creating the perfect atmosphere for their passionate lovemaking. The rain masked their moans and groans— But her screams leaked through, raw and breathless. **** Revenge and violence wraps around a handful of hated dark romance. A powerful woman struggles to find her son while being hurt and bedded by the man who might be behind her sorrow. ****
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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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The city of Berlin is beautiful in the morning.“Rafael left?”Disappointment coated my voice. Not only had he ignored the contract, but he’d fled Germany without a single word back to me.Zeeflora cleared her throat. “Uh—yeah. Last night I stayed as planned. I saw him leave.”Zee sat beside Joshua. Preston and Steven stood guard outside the door, as they should. Anika lingered in the corner.Despite the wreckage of last night, fury simmered beneath my skin. It was infuriating.“Pack up.” I shook my head. “We leave for home.” I drained a glass of water. Restless, but a new plan already coiled in my mind.Another goddamn two days wasted.>>>>>>CALIFORNIADE L’ ROSA MANSIONJacob De L’ Rosa lounged on the living-room couch, sneering at Rafael while lighting a cigarette pinched between index and middle fingers. “I didn’t know you’d crawl back to the States so soon.”Rafael sat beside him, gaze fixed on the chandelier glittering above the centre of the room. He offered no reply.Their at
Diana’s POVPleasure, to me, is a man dominating me while knowing his exact place. Preston is nothing but a dog. That’s what I remember when the hunger kicks in. His experience should be for sale, but no apologies to the world: he is mine and mine alone. He has no family anyway.Every position drew him deeper into me. His hard cock marking my insides, water streaming off the ridges of his stomach, cock flushed dark and obscene. No warning. He just lifted my other leg, spread me wide against the wall, and slammed into my vagina.My nails impaled his skin and he never flinched, never complained, never moved my claws from making him bleed. I pictured the same marks on Rafael’s contract when he finally crawls. I already know what I want, and I always get it. He'll come to me having no choice. I just fell it.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 e
Diana's POV:I stood frozen at the last step, my hand on the railing. Offering anything to Rafael made me nauseous. My head was hurting. I don’t like sharing what’s mine. Now I had to hand over six of my shops to that ass-face. “For Wade,” I whispered, nodding as if I could force myself to believe it. I took a breath and walked back into the ballroom.“What a progressive year it has been for the Congress!” a woman said, gliding up beside me. Blonde, tall, plump, dressed in deep amethyst, bosoms on full display, older, crisp British accent. She stopped next to me, both of us facing the stage. “Don’t you think… Miss Diana?”I glanced at her. “Of course.” Curiosity flickered—how did she know it was me beneath the mask? Was it that obvious? I half-expected a neon sign across my chest screaming ‘La Viuda Blanca’ or ‘Diana McCoy.’ “Seems my reputation precedes me, mask or no mask.”“I’m not a fan, nor a hater. Shh—I won’t tell a soul,” she smiled. “Consider me neutral. A friend, perhaps?”“
Months bled into months until the madness finally fucking won. Elle’s ghost squatted in every corner of my skull, smiling sideways, blood on her teeth, that profile... I was one bad night from swallowing a bullet just to shut the bitch up.Light. Fire. Distraction.Every room Rafael Goldman breathes in has to burn or glow. If it doesn’t, I flick the French lighterHeavy Dupont, gold worn soft by my thumb. Every click of it, for my sanity. and watch the flame eat the dark.Click. Click. Motherfucking click.Each spark is a plea that she won’t crawl into my bed tonight.––––––––I stood in the doorway of the marble bathroom, lights strobing like a seizure— flickering, water dripping slow and deliberate. I slid a pair of Scissors out from my jacket like they were born there.“Good evening,” I whispered, tasting her name before I even knew it.The closer I got, the more she wore Elle’s ghost like a second skin, side profile carved straight from my nightmares, the only angle I still jerk o


















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