LOGINAnne Jacobs hears what others keep hidden—their fears, their fantasies, their lies. It’s how she survived high school. It’s how she stayed invisible. Until Victor Blackwood decided she shouldn’t be. Victor is handsome, brilliant, and frighteningly attentive. He claims to love her, to protect her. But the thoughts behind his perfect smile are darker than anything Anne has heard before. And when those around her start to fall—bullies silenced, enemies destroyed—Anne realizes she’s not just loved. She’s owned. Now she must decide: expose him and risk becoming his next fixation… or stay close and try to control the monster who claims her heart. In a world where thoughts betray, love is the most dangerous lie of all.
View MoreThe five-star hotel in Los Angeles was full of celebrities. Tonight was the engagement feast for the MF Enterprise's Mark Fisher and Stiles Group second daughter, Samantha Stiles.
" Mark?... Which room is it?" Before the wedding ceremony, Samantha was dizzy and left the banquet hall.Samantha pressed a phone to her ear as she walked out of the hall, on a call to her fiancee."6607." Mark's voice was cold on the phone, as if he had held back the love he had for her in the past."Evelyn has asked me that are you trying to give me a surprise before our engagement?" Samantha's cheeks were covered with a cute pink blush, and her little face flushed from the drinking. "...Do you want me to be yours first? But our first time should be saved until we get married. Anyway, we waited for two years. " Samantha continues, her voice slightly slurred, obviously she was tipsy."I'm not kidding you, come up quickly."Mark hung up.Couldn't he wait for getting her, so impatient...Samantha blinked. She was only 20 years old. Could this be...It shouldn't matter, anyway, he'll be her fiancé soon, right? She still loved Mark.Samantha staggered down the hotel corridor. Her delicate and beautiful face was slightly drunken. She was wearing a short champagne-gold colored dress with sloping shoulders and a slight v cut by the neckline.Charming and cute."Strange, I didn't drink much at all..." She patted her forehead, her vision gradually blurring.She waves her hand in front of her face as if to clear her head and eyes by doing that, but it is to no avail.In the banquet hall, she had not intended to drink, but just now, Mrs. Stiles insisted that she go and drink a little with the guests, friends, and some famous people and handed her a flute of champagne.When she walked into the elevator, Samantha dazedly pressed the number key on the sixth floors, but in her drunken state, didn't know she pressed the eighth floor.The 8th floor of the hotel, the VVIP floor.After Samantha got out of the elevator, she went straight to the room where Mark had told her. Unable to tell 8 and 6 clearly apart, she came to room 8807, she raised her little fist and knocked on the door."Come in." A man's low voice came from inside.Just those two words were enough to stir women's hearts.Samantha pushed open the door and went in. She laughed in fascination, "Mark, when did your voice become so deep and manly like smooth honey? your voice wasn't that deep before. But I love the way it sounds now"The room in front of her was not lit, but she could vaguely see the outline of the luxurious furniture and the oversized bed, a presidential suite.The air in the room was filled with the scent of a man's powerful cologne."Mark..." After she closed the door behind her, she collapsed on the super large and comfortable bed. "Where are you?"She couldn't help but feel hot. The heat made her uncomfortable.Samantha tugged at her clothes...There was a rush of water from the bathroom. After a while, a tall and handsome figure walked out.In the dim vision, the man was wearing a bathrobe, and his open chest could be seen with the lines of beautiful and distinct pectoral muscles, and crystal water droplets fell from it.In front of Samantha stood a man who was suffocatingly handsome and terribly easy on the eyes.In the darkness, the man looked at the woman with brown eyes and his voice was deeply sweet."Who are you?""Hot..." Samantha's pink lips parted slightly, "I want to undress..."After the glass of wine her adoptive mother gave her just a little bit ago, her entire body seemed to be heating up, and now her consciousness was gradually starting to grow unclear.The man put the towel away and pulled her arm. "Get up, you're in the wrong room—""Mark... My man" Samantha put her arm around the man's neck and laughed. 'I'm here now... You are responsible for me tonight."The man was suddenly pulled by her, taken aback by her strength, he immediately put one hand beside her head, his figure almost covering her whole body.The light smell of wine rushed into his nose, carrying the sweet fragrance of a girl.This woman!Samantha only felt that she was hugging someone, and she could smell the clean and refreshing scent of the shower gel on his body."I'm very uncomfortable..." Samantha rubbed his body against her face comfortably, as if feeling his warmth. She felt much more comfortable at that moment.She closed her eyes happily and was ready to give herself to Mark on their engagement night. She and Mark had known each other for more than two years, and he had never forced her.This made her feel that she was loved and respected!On the day of their engagement, she suddenly did not want to reject him, she wanted to give him her whole body and keep the man as hers forever!The man was propped up on top of her, and the woman was clinging to him like a lost kitten, and rubbed her body against his unconsciously.He endured the uneasy woman and called his secretary, "There's no need to send the meeting documents here. I'll go directly to the company tomorrow."In the dim presidential suite, after the man hung up, he whispered in her ear, "Woman, you said this, don't regret it later."...The next day, the sun shone through the hotel screens."Mmm..."Samantha frowned, her mouth wriggled a little, and she went back to sleep after adjusting her position on the bed.Claude looked at the woman on the bed. She was sleeping very childishly. She tightly hugged the quilt that was wrapped around her and put her small frame in a very weird but E shape.Her pure white skin looked like roses blooming in the spring. Everyone who saw her body could imagine what happened last night. There was a pale red butterfly birthmark on the back of her shoulder, which was very beautiful.Claude had just returned from abroad yesterday. But due to jet lag, he'd planned to stay at the hotel for one night. On the way, he asked his secretary to bring the meeting documents over, but he did not expect this rash and cute little woman to break into his room.He was a man who prided himself with his strong self-control, but last night, he was provoked by a strange woman. Now that he could see clearly, he realized that this woman was unexpectedly looking pure and innocent. She had shoulder-length short curly hair and long black eyelashes which she had fluttered at him the night before. Cute and playful.Looking at Samantha on the bed, Claude took out a piece of her ID card from her handbag and took a peek at it.Samantha Stiles?"I'll be at the company in half an hour..." He called his secretary. "Go check the woman named Samantha Stiles and give her some money."This could be considered as compensation for last night. After all, this woman was very beautiful, so he did not lose.After explaining to the secretary, Claude picked up his suit jacket behind Samantha's body on the bed."...hmmm... Mark." Samantha called out in her sleepy stateClaude paused for a moment, then narrowed his eyes. Mark?His eyes suddenly fell on the birthmark behind her shoulder. His eyes darkened. He donned his suit jacket and left the presidential suite.A small tie clip with a platinum lion's head fell from his clothes and was left on the bed.His initials, C.W., were engraved on it.The graduation party was already in full hormonal meltdown by the time I got to the bar. Lights flashing like a seizure warning, bass shaking the ground like the apocalypse was coming in dubstep form. I leaned against the bar, sipping my overly sweet drink—cranberry something—and tried to make sense of the swarm of sweaty teens pretending to be adults. Anne sat beside me, quieter than usual, her eyes locked on Victor. He was across the room surrounded by a fresh pack of wannabe predators dressed like influencers on a clearance budget. "Why is Aureliano so popular?" I asked, mostly to myself, but loud enough that Anne glanced over at the small harem forming around my boyfriend. "Unfortunately," Anne muttered, her voice flat, "it's the downside of them being so handsome." I snorted. "Yeah, but Aureliano isn't Victor handsome. He's—what? Budget magazine cover handsome. So what gives?" Anne shrugged, but the line of her jaw was sharp. "Can't be helped, I guess." That was a lie. Ever
"It's time to go inside," Victor said, practically dragging me past Yesenia, who was still trying to tame the one cowlick in his hair like it was a matter of national security. "Are you ready to go inside?""Yeah—with all that extra security," I muttered, eyeing the two armed guards by the entrance.Walking into the auditorium felt like stepping into a crime scene disguised as a celebration. The metal detectors were new, so were the sniffer dogs, and the uniformed officers lining the walls like we were all one wrong move away from being tackled. When I passed through, my cane set off the alarm, of course. That stupid alarm that blared like I was smuggling in a weapon instead of a titanium rod in my leg. I told Dad not to splurge on the fancy cane. He thought it would make me feel dignified. It didn't."I'll meet you at the end," Victor said, giving my hand a quick squeeze."I'll see you then," I murmured, letting go, even though I didn't want to. Even though everything in me wanted to
I watched Anne get ready, each quiet movement slicing at my nerves. She was going to leave. Said it was for tutoring. Tutoring. As if that made any fucking sense. Anne, of all people—my sweet Anne, who could sleep through a test and still walk out with an almost perfect score—telling me she had to give up our weekend to sit through some half-assed review session? Bullshit. "You're telling me you, the top student, have to go to extra tutoring?" I asked, my voice lower than I meant it to be. She didn't even flinch. Just pulled on her jacket like I wasn't sitting there fighting the urge to punch a hole through the wall. "Argh. What kind of bullshit is that?" I snapped. She barely blinked. She was so good at pretending now. So good at acting like she didn't notice the way I was shaking. Why wasn't she anxious anymore? "Come on, our precious weekend..." I muttered, venom and resentment bleeding into my tone. She just kept tying her shoelaces. I stared at her hands. Those soft, perfe
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