---"I'll just take a shower," Evanora said hurriedly the moment they stepped into the bedroom.Before Eros could respond, she bolted toward the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.Her breaths came in shallow gasps as she leaned against the cold tiled wall, her mind racing with thoughts of escape. Eros's fury was palpable, and she knew better than to underestimate him. The way his golden eyes had burned into hers moments ago made her stomach churn with unease.Her pacing quickened, her bare feet slapping against the floor as she clutched her arms. What do I do? she thought desperately, her pulse thrumming in her ears.A sigh escaped her lips as she turned toward the mirror, only to freeze mid-step. Her reflection wasn't the only thing staring back at her.Eros was there.Leaning casually against the bathroom doorframe, his piercing gaze locked onto her like a predator sizing up its prey.Her eyes widened in horror, and instinctively, she stepped back. The air seemed to thicken, su
---"Because mercy is the one thing I would never grant you," he murmured darkly, his breath ghosting over her lips before claiming them with bruising intensity.Almost like he had been waiting for that moment, the raw hunger was noticed inside of him without even trying because it was visible.He had been craving for her, wanting her ever since the beginning of the day.The hunger was something else as he kissed her.Evanora struggled, her hands pushing against his chest, but her strength was no match for his. In one swift motion, he pressed her back against the cold wall, his fingers gripping her waist like a vice. Her wrists were pinned above her head, his body a solid, immovable barrier against hers.The kiss was anything but gentle-raw, consuming, unrelenting. His lips devoured hers, his teeth nipping with roughness, each bite sending shocks through her body. She gasped for air, her chest heaving, but he allowed her no escape.Desperation clawed at her, and with all the strength
---Evanora groaned softly, her body aching as she stirred awake. Her heavy eyelids fluttered open, revealing the familiar, intimidating black wall of Eros's room. A wave of exhaustion swept over her as she tried to sit up, only to collapse back onto the bed with a sharp gasp. A searing pain radiated between her legs, forcing her to bite down on her lower lip."That monster," she hissed through clenched teeth, her voice filled with both anger and pain.A low hum drew her attention, and her heart jumped when she turned her head. There he was-Eros. Sitting across the room in his dark, commanding presence, he appeared utterly unfazed, typing on his sleek laptop. His piercing gaze, however, was fixed solely on her, studying her every movement like a predator assessing its prey.He stood, closing the distance between them with slow, deliberate steps. The mattress dipped slightly under his weight as he leaned closer, brushing a hand over her forehead. "How was your night?" he asked, his voi
Santier raised a hand to calm them. "The surgery was successful," he said, removing his mask."Surgery?" Evanora repeated, her voice laced with disbelief. "It was that serious?""She was pregnant with a twin. We were only quick to save one. We lost one of the baby..... "She had taken an abortion pill, which was already reacting negatively in her system. On top of that, she was poisoned. It's almost as if someone forced her to take it. We found signs of trauma around her mouth."The group fell silent, the weight of his words sinking in."Who could have done that?" Andrea murmered, but all this while Evanora just kept glaring at Mrs morrigan.She didn't miss the little smirk on her lips, almost like she was satisfied with what Santier had said."When she recovers, childbirth might be a challenge due to the damage," Santier added, his tone somber.Evanora's jaw tightened as she glanced at Mrs. Morrigan, who stood with her arms crossed. For a fleeting moment, Evanora thought she saw a sm
_________The woman on the TV screen smiled brightly, addressing her audience. "What's up, New York City? I know most of us are eagerly awaiting tomorrow's event. In just 20 hours, our superstar and Brooklyn's beloved mayor, Evanora Scott, will be marrying the Grammy-winning singer, Denim King, in front of the whole world. The ceremony will be streamed live to an audience of 20 million."The announcer continued with a grin, "I also heard Evanora will be wearing a custom Zuhair Murad gown adorned with 10,000 hand-beaded crystals. It's going to be an unforgettable day!""Evanora Scott and Denim King are exchanging vows on stage in New York City tomorrow, and after that, they're jetting off to a private island for their honeymoon," another commentator added."Honestly, Evanora deserves the best," a woman chimed in. "After so many failed relationships, she's finally found the right man. I'm so happy for her!"Evanora couldn't stop smiling as she watched Jimmy Fallon and other hosts discus
***(DRACO CLUB)"I can't believe this. Can you believe he said I was a nun" Evanora yelled as she gulped down the glass of a wine, and by now everyone attention was now on her.She didn't care... She was so hurting Inside and needed to get wasted. "Can I get another drink?" She yelled to the bartender who huffed."Ma I think is inappropriate. You have had 8 drink now, wearing that wedding dress. I don't even know you" The bartender said.Her eyes widened in surprise and then she bursted into laughter. "You don't know me! That's the first time I got to meet somebody like that" She yelled laughing crazily."What do you mean you don't know her!" Someone smack the bartender head. "That is the popular actress Evanora""Oh my goodness! She is supposed to be getting married today right!" "Well I heard she ran from the venue after she saw the video of her husband to be and her Best friend kissing each other" She muttered to the other.Evanora scoffed, tears flowing down from her eyes. "I am
---Evanora stirred awake, her body sinking into unfamiliar, soft sheets as the first hints of daylight seeped through her closed eyelids. A dull, persistent ache pulsed in her head, and as she shifted, an unusual soreness in her limbs reminded her that this wasn't her bed, nor was it the morning she'd planned.Her heart quickened, a sudden wave of disorientation washing over her. As she opened her eyes, a dim, elegant room slowly came into focus-a room she'd never seen before. She pushed herself up slowly, clutching the sheets to her chest as the fragmented events of last night drifted back to her in flashes.She remembered the crowded club, the swirl of music and lights blurring together, and the haze of emotions she'd been trying so hard to escape. She had barely noticed anyone at first, consumed by her own thoughts, until something-no, someone-had caught her attention. A laugh, a warm smile across the room, and the thrill of making eye contact with a stranger who seemed to hold he
(ONE MONTH LATER)....She makes me wanna get off the roadWish I could turn it off, let it goBut she's too fucking beautiful.- "Beautiful" by Michele Morrone*****In the heart of the woods, far from civilization, a grand, ominous mansion stood tall. The silence was broken only by the occasional cries of agony and despair echoing from deep within.Inside the lavish lounge, a man sat on an opulent chair, sipping wine while gazing at a photograph in his hand. His lips curled into a smile as he studied the image—a woman with flowing brunette hair, her nose scrunched as she held a playful puppy.A servant approached hesitantly, carrying a tray. Curiosity flickered in his eyes, wondering about the photograph that had softened his boss’s typically stern demeanor.“Sir, the ice cubes,” the servant announced.“Leave them on the table,” the man replied curtly, his voice cold yet commanding. Rising with a glass of wine in hand, he strode toward the fireplace.“You make me crazy,” he murmured,
Santier raised a hand to calm them. "The surgery was successful," he said, removing his mask."Surgery?" Evanora repeated, her voice laced with disbelief. "It was that serious?""She was pregnant with a twin. We were only quick to save one. We lost one of the baby..... "She had taken an abortion pill, which was already reacting negatively in her system. On top of that, she was poisoned. It's almost as if someone forced her to take it. We found signs of trauma around her mouth."The group fell silent, the weight of his words sinking in."Who could have done that?" Andrea murmered, but all this while Evanora just kept glaring at Mrs morrigan.She didn't miss the little smirk on her lips, almost like she was satisfied with what Santier had said."When she recovers, childbirth might be a challenge due to the damage," Santier added, his tone somber.Evanora's jaw tightened as she glanced at Mrs. Morrigan, who stood with her arms crossed. For a fleeting moment, Evanora thought she saw a sm
---Evanora groaned softly, her body aching as she stirred awake. Her heavy eyelids fluttered open, revealing the familiar, intimidating black wall of Eros's room. A wave of exhaustion swept over her as she tried to sit up, only to collapse back onto the bed with a sharp gasp. A searing pain radiated between her legs, forcing her to bite down on her lower lip."That monster," she hissed through clenched teeth, her voice filled with both anger and pain.A low hum drew her attention, and her heart jumped when she turned her head. There he was-Eros. Sitting across the room in his dark, commanding presence, he appeared utterly unfazed, typing on his sleek laptop. His piercing gaze, however, was fixed solely on her, studying her every movement like a predator assessing its prey.He stood, closing the distance between them with slow, deliberate steps. The mattress dipped slightly under his weight as he leaned closer, brushing a hand over her forehead. "How was your night?" he asked, his voi
---"Because mercy is the one thing I would never grant you," he murmured darkly, his breath ghosting over her lips before claiming them with bruising intensity.Almost like he had been waiting for that moment, the raw hunger was noticed inside of him without even trying because it was visible.He had been craving for her, wanting her ever since the beginning of the day.The hunger was something else as he kissed her.Evanora struggled, her hands pushing against his chest, but her strength was no match for his. In one swift motion, he pressed her back against the cold wall, his fingers gripping her waist like a vice. Her wrists were pinned above her head, his body a solid, immovable barrier against hers.The kiss was anything but gentle-raw, consuming, unrelenting. His lips devoured hers, his teeth nipping with roughness, each bite sending shocks through her body. She gasped for air, her chest heaving, but he allowed her no escape.Desperation clawed at her, and with all the strength
---"I'll just take a shower," Evanora said hurriedly the moment they stepped into the bedroom.Before Eros could respond, she bolted toward the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.Her breaths came in shallow gasps as she leaned against the cold tiled wall, her mind racing with thoughts of escape. Eros's fury was palpable, and she knew better than to underestimate him. The way his golden eyes had burned into hers moments ago made her stomach churn with unease.Her pacing quickened, her bare feet slapping against the floor as she clutched her arms. What do I do? she thought desperately, her pulse thrumming in her ears.A sigh escaped her lips as she turned toward the mirror, only to freeze mid-step. Her reflection wasn't the only thing staring back at her.Eros was there.Leaning casually against the bathroom doorframe, his piercing gaze locked onto her like a predator sizing up its prey.Her eyes widened in horror, and instinctively, she stepped back. The air seemed to thicken, su
"That's an insult I won't tolerate." His lips curved into a dangerous smirk. "If you're so offended, why don't you go over there and slap the woman who dared to touch me?"His challenge, provocative and mocking, hung heavily in the air.The murmurs of the gathered crowd filled the hall, like an undercurrent of waves threatening to break. Evanora's patience snapped."Pretending you didn't like it, huh?" Mirabella sneered, sipping her juice with the same smugness. "Admit it-she's done something for you that I haven't."Evanora saw red. "You-bitch!" she screamed, storming toward Mirabella. Without hesitation, her hand shot out, the slap resounding like a thunderclap across the room.Mirabella's drink spilled, staining her expensive dress. She shrieked, her hand shooting up to retaliate, but it froze midair, as if an invisible force restrained her.Gasps erupted from the onlookers. They looked on in stunned silence, uncertain whether to intervene or stay back. The oppressive energy in the
---"Who disrespected you?" a deep, commanding voice interrupted, its tone smooth yet laced with a dangerous edge. "And... you're pregnant?"The sound sent a shiver down Evanora's spine. Both she and Santier turned sharply toward the voice, their movements stiff with unease.Standing a few feet away was Eros. His tall, imposing figure was framed by the faint glow of the hallway light. He wore a tailored black suit that clung perfectly to his broad shoulders, his hands casually tucked into his pockets as though he had all the time in the world. Despite his relaxed posture, the aura surrounding him was anything but calm. It crackled with tension, his very presence exuding authority and menace.Behind him, his guards loomed like shadows-silent, watchful, and ready to strike at a moment's notice. Their sheer number made the room feel smaller, the air heavier.Evanora's breath hitched as her gaze locked onto Eros. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest, her widened eyes betraying the storm
____________Evanora paced the room restlessly, her eyes darting to the clock every few seconds. The rhythmic ticking seemed louder than usual, each passing moment only heightening her anxiety.The sound of a car horn broke her frantic thoughts, and she rushed to the window. A smile spread across her face as she spotted him stepping out of the sleek black car.She hurried to the door but stopped abruptly when she saw him heading upstairs. Gathering her composure, she met him at the foot of the staircase, her excitement bubbling over. "Welcome home, hubby," she said cheerfully, reaching for his suitcase.Leonardo's eyes glinted with mild surprise at her enthusiasm. He hummed a vague reply, allowing her to take the suitcase before walking ahead.Undeterred, Evanora followed him, her voice bright and eager. "How was work today? Was it fun? Were the clients nice?"Leonardo huffed, his tone dry. "Since when do you care so much? If you want something, just say it."Her smile faltered, and s
Andrea opened her eyes slowly, her vision adjusting to the dim light of an unfamiliar black wall. A dull ache throbbed against her skull, forcing a low groan from her lips. She winced, bringing a trembling hand to her temple. Her head was spinning-a cruel souvenir from last night's reckless decisions. The memories were hazy, but the sensation of cold sheets brushing against her skin grounded her in the present.Something was off.Her eyes darted down, and she froze. The clothes she had been wearing were gone, replaced with an oversized black shirt. Panic surged through her veins, icy and unrelenting. Her breathing hitched as dark thoughts began to swirl in her mind.What if he changed my clothes? What if he...? She didn't dare finish the thought.The creak of the door swinging open broke her downward spiral. Andrea's gaze shot up to see Zenon entering the room, a tray of food balanced effortlessly in his hands. His sharp features were unreadable, though a glint of amusement flickered
---"So, how does it feel being married? I mean, it's always been your dream, hasn't it?" The interviewer's tone carried a hint of mockery, her words slicing through the air with a teasing edge.Evanora huffed, doing her best to ignore the jab. "Well, it's been good. Marriage is filled with love and all that," she said with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.Lies upon lies! She needed someone to save her from that godforsaken marriage.That's one thing about being a celebrity. You will have to lie so you will keep your popularity and fame intact.The interviewer leaned forward, her expression smug. "Hmmm. Your fans were pretty surprised when you got married just a month after breaking up with Denim. Perhaps you were already cheating on him?"What the heck!Her laugh grated on Evanora's nerves, and she clenched her fists under the table, anger bubbling to the surface. She tried to keep her composure, but it was no use. Rising abruptly, she glared at the woman, her hands itching