LOGIN“I agreed to treat him before I knew I was meant to kill him.” Dr. Cecilia Vale is a therapist, who has spent years learning how to fix broken minds, not destroy them. But when a powerful socialite offers her a job that could rebuild her ruined career and drag her out of a life she can barely survive. She accepts without asking too many questions. Her newest patient is Jude Martinez. A man feared by many, understood by none. Cold, and dangerously perceptive, Jude is not the kind of man who trusts easily. Yet, within the quiet walls of their therapy sessions, he begins to reveal fragments of himself that no one else has ever seen. And Cecilia finds herself drawn in, despite every instinct warning her to stay away. Because behind the smiles, deep conversations, and chemistry-filled banter, they exchange, there is a truth she cannot escape. Jude’s wife did not hire her to help him. She hired her to kill him. With a poison that leaves no trace and a contract she cannot break, Cecilia is forced to choose between her survival and her conscience. But as the lines between duty and desire begin to blur, the man she was meant to destroy becomes the one person she cannot bear to lose. And in a world built on power, betrayal, and blood, love is not just dangerous. It is fatal.
View MoreWhen Jude said we’d have his session in his hotel, and seemed for the first time, cooperative, I was alarmed.But when he elaborated and said it would be in a hotel, which he owns, I was at ease.Just as expected, the Martinez hotel can rival the Buckingham Palace.“This is just a branch.” Peter, one of the many assistants, that’s part of Jude’s entourage tells me. “The headquarters is far more grand.”Trailing behind Jude as he strides across the halls of the hotel, puts two things into perspective for me.The first is the fact that Jude is highly respected, and even more prestigious than I’d fathomed. At every turn, guests who look like they were royalty, or at least related to them, clamoured to talk to him. The second is, our supposed therapy session will not be held today.He’d just made me follow him and his entourage as he visited the hotel brach, on inspection. I seethe angrily, watching his back at the front. Being an escort wasn’t part of my job description. But the amount
"Follow me.” Roman’s voice cuts through my thoughts.He is already walking away and I have no choice but to follow.His steps are long, yet he does not once look back to see if I am keeping up. We stop in front of a pair of double black iron doors.Without a word, he pushes them open and I step inside behind him. The room resembles my office. Or rather, a more refined version of it. The arrangement is similar. The seating, the spacing, even the positioning of the desk.Only everything here feels more exquisite.I barely have time to take it all in, when suddenly, a force shoves me back.My body hits the wall before I can react, a sharp breath escaping my lips as the impact rattles through me.Roman stands in front of me, his presence overwhelming in a way that feels entirely different from Jude’s.This is not Jude’s coldness. Roman looks ready to break my neck. “What are you doing?” I snap, trying to push past him, but he does not budge.“Shut up!” His voice is harsh, as he looks do
“My job is call out my patient’s bluff, and make them understand their fears.”For a brief moment, something unreadable passes through his eyes. Then he leans forward.The movement is sudden enough to catch me off guard.Before I can react, his hand shoots out and wraps around my wrist. His grip is firm. “What do you think you’re doing?” I yelp, trying to pull my wrist out of his hold. But he continues to grip so hard, I can feel the burn. Fear rises in my chest, as I think. Did he notice? Did he realise that the fragrance in the room was poison given to me by his wife?This man is a mafia boss. Jude’s face darkens, the faint amusement from earlier disappearing completely. I can tell the emotions a person feels, quite easily. And it’s obvious he’s angry. He leans closer, his eyes locking onto mine with a cold intensity that sends a chill down my spine. He asks with a sneer. “How dare you?”I struggle to release my wrist from his hold, my fingers twitching against his grip. Just
I hesitate for a second before opening the door and sliding into the back seat beside her.The interior of the car is immaculate. Everything about it made me aware it was worth more than the life savings of anyone in my bloodline. For a moment, I became aware of how out of place I am, seated next to a millionaires wife. But I push the feeling aside. I had learned long ago how to mask my discomfort.She speaks up first. “My husband will continue his therapy sessions tomorrow.”Relief washes over me. The session mot being cancelled, means I’ll be receiving the handsome pay. “That’s good to hear.” I reply.She nods, adding. “It won’t be at your office.”Her nose scrunches subtly, as though the thought of my humble office displeases her.I frown, bewildered on the need to carry me in her car, to inform me she’d taken up another therapist. Probably fancy enough to satisfy her inclination. “His sessions will continue at our manor.” She says. This surprises me again, and I consider it fo
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