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My anonymous Saviour

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last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2025-08-08 16:16:21

A few hours later,

As the fire kept on burning I heard a creaking sound. Not from the fire nor screaming.

It was somebody's footsteps.The person burst the car window to open the door from the inside.

I didn’t fully wake up. Not yet. But somewhere in the dark, a voice reached through the fog.

“Got you…”

It was a man’s voice.

Low. Gritty. Accented. Not one I recognized—but something about it was… familiar. Like a memory I hadn’t made yet.

I felt his arms around me. Firm and careful. As he Lifted and Carried me. And then the flames disappeared.

WHEN I WOKE UP AGAIN…

I was on a bed. It was not luxurious but it was warm and clean.

The walls around me were wooden, rustic. There was the faint scent of burning firewood, tea, and pine needles.

A small window let in sunlight, filtered by leaves.

My body felt… stitched. My wrists were free, bandaged. I was wearing a different robe—simple cotton, loose.

A glass of water waited on a nearby table. Beside it? A single note scribbled in rough handw
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  • Fifty Shades Of Lovia    The Meeting

    LOVIA’S POV:The VIP lounge at Eclipse felt like a velvet-lined trap: low amber lighting, leather booths that swallowed sound, the faint pulse of jazz curling around cigar smoke and expensive perfume. I sat in the corner booth with my back to the wall, legs crossed, martini glass cradled loosely in one manicured hand. Evelyn Pierce—blonde wig flawless, pearls glowing against my throat, black dress cut just low enough to distract without screaming desperation. The perfect mask.They arrived separately, like cautious animals testing the water.Nadia first. Tall, raven-haired, cheekbones sharp enough to cut glass. The red dress clung to her like a warning. She slid in across from me, diamond choker flashing as she leaned forward. “Ms. Pierce. Thank you for coming.”“Evelyn, please,” I said, voice smooth, cultured. “And thank you for the invitation. I’m always interested when powerful people want to rewrite the rules.”Marcus Hale next—mid-sixties, silver hair slicked back, bespoke sui

  • Fifty Shades Of Lovia    Caught in the Act

    LOVIA’S POV The loft still hummed with the aftermath of our night—sweat-slicked sheets tangled on the bed, the faint scent of sex lingering in every corner like a secret we couldn’t erase. Shane dozed beside me, his arm thrown possessively over my waist, chest rising and falling in that steady rhythm that always grounded me after chaos. But peace was a lie in our world. My phone buzzed on the nightstand, the unknown number flashing like a warning. I slipped out from under his arm, careful not to wake him, and padded to the bathroom, closing the door softly before answering.“Evelyn Pierce,” I said, my voice pitched higher, softer—the polished accent of the socialite disguise I’d worn to the gala. No one knew Lovia and Evelyn were one and the same. Not yet.A woman’s voice came through, husky and cautious, with a faint Eastern European lilt. “Ms. Pierce? This is Nadia. We met at the gala—briefly. You were... intriguing.”I leaned against the sink, staring at my reflection: mussed

  • Fifty Shades Of Lovia    My ride or Die

    LOVIA’S POV :The drive back from the warehouse was a blur of neon lights and throbbing veins. Shane’s hand never left my thigh, fingers digging in like he owned every inch of skin…and he did. The SUV hummed beneath us, engine purring like a beast barely leashed, but the real storm brewed inside. Adrenaline crashed through me, hot and electric, mixing with the metallic tang of blood on my gloves and the faint smoke clinging to our clothes. We’d hit them hard, left bodies cooling and flames roaring. Alejandro’s text: “You’re dead. Both of you.“ still lit up Shane’s phone on the dash, a promise we’d turn back on him tenfold.But right now? War could wait. Victory tasted like hunger.Shane pulled into the underground garage of our loft, tires squealing softly on concrete. He killed the engine, and for a beat, we sat in silence, breaths syncing, the air thick with unspoken need. His eyes met mine in the dim glow of the dashboard—dark, feral, promising everything.“Inside,” he growled

  • Fifty Shades Of Lovia    The Furious Fucks

    ALEJANDRO’S poVThe penthouse reeked of stale cigar smoke and the faint, metallic tang of blood from last week's interrogation. I paced the marble floors like a caged lion, my phone clenched in my fist so tight the screen might crack. The city sprawled below me through the floor-to-ceiling windows—New York, my kingdom, glittering like a whore dressed in diamonds. But tonight, it mocked me. Everything mocked me.That bitch Lovia and her lapdog Shane. They thought they could hit my warehouse, slaughter my men, and send me pictures like some amateur taunt? I stared at the screen again, the images burned into my retinas: bodies twisted in pools of their own blood, YBA tattoos smeared crimson, and that final shot—boots in the gore, feminine legs spattered with red. Hers. Had to be. The fire in the background, my product going up in flames. Millions torched. And the message: “Your men are dead. Your product is ash. Next time it’s you.“I hurled the phone across the room. It smashed ag

  • Fifty Shades Of Lovia    The attack

    LOVIA’S POV:The night tasted like rust and gasoline.We moved through the industrial district like ghosts, two shadows stitched together by moonlight and bad intentions. Shane drove the matte-black SUV with one hand on the wheel and the other resting on my thigh, thumb stroking the seam of my tactical pants like he needed the reminder that I was still breathing and still his.I wore black from throat to boots: fitted cargo pants, a cropped tactical vest that left my midriff bare because I liked the way the cold bit my skin and kept me sharp, and a holster strapped low on each thigh. My hair was braided tight against my skull, nothing for anyone to grab. Shane looked like death’s favorite son: black hoodie pulled up, gloves, the lower half of his face wrapped in a matte balaclava that only left his eyes visible, cold, arctic and lethal.We killed the headlights two blocks out and coasted the rest of the way on momentum and silence. The warehouse squatted ahead of us, ugly concrete b

  • Fifty Shades Of Lovia    The Plans

    The sun slanted through the blinds, casting golden bars across the tangled sheets, but the warmth couldn't chase away the chill creeping back into my bones. Shane's arm was still draped over me, his fingers idly tracing the curve of my hip, but his touch had shifted—less urgent now, more thoughtful. We lay there in the afterglow, breaths syncing, bodies spent, but minds already turning to the war we'd paused.I shifted, propping myself on one elbow to face him. His eyes met mine, lazy and satisfied, but sharpened by the unspoken. "We can't stay here forever," I murmured, my voice still husky from the cries he'd pulled from me earlier.He smirked, that infuriating half-smile that made my stomach flip. "Says who?" His hand slid up my side, thumb brushing the underside of my breast, sending a residual spark through me. But he didn't push further; instead, he sat up, sheets pooling around his waist, exposing the hard lines of his abs, the faint scratches I'd left on his chest.I sat u

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