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She, His Enigma Your lips
"Good morning, Ella," Eva announced, striding into the office like she owned the place. "Press conference in two hours. Album release date going public. Meanwhile, those financial documents on your desk need your magic signature." "Got it," Ella murmured, barely glancing up. "But what about the project team meeting I mentioned yesterday?" Eva paused mid-step, frowning as she tried to rewind her brain. "Ah—yes. That slipped my mind. They agreed. Everything’s locked down. On our terms." Ella nodded, her fingers already gliding over the documents. A soft hum escaped her lips—half tune, half distraction—like music was the only thing that could anchor her to the moment. Minutes later, Eva returned with two cups of coffee, the aroma dancing into the room ahead of her. She slid one toward Ellaya. "Here. You’ll need it. Also—Mia wants to see you." Eva rolled her eyes dramatically. "Ever since we shut down her New Zealand fantasy shoot, she’s been throwing diva fits. Yesterday’s photo
Last Updated : 2024-05-07She, His Enigma BANG BANG BANG
“This coffee’s not as sweet as them,” he said with a low, smoky voice that wrapped around her like velvet soaked in danger. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth—cocky, constant, infuriating. Ellaya met his gaze, those dark eyes gleaming with something she didn’t want to name. Her chest tightened. “Has anyone ever told you…” she started, her fingers tightening around her cup. “Told me what?” he tilted his head, the smirk deepening. “That you’re a jerk,” she said, jaw tight, heat rising under her skin. He laughed softly. “No. Just you.” She stood so abruptly her chair scraped the floor. “Thanks, Mr. Devid. Good to meet you.” Her heels clicked like gunshots on tile as she stormed away, fury knotting in her stomach. If she stayed one second longer, she’d slap the smirk off his face—paparazzi be damned. “Ellaya, wait!” Iden was already up, his chair clattering behind him. “Let me drop you.” She didn’t even look at him. “Thanks, but no. I own a car.” Her hand reached for the d
Last Updated : 2024-05-11She, His Enigma He saved her
Iden’s gaze fell on the police car halted nearby. "You stay here. I’ll be back," he said, jumping out of the car. Ellaya turned to see him standing tall and imposing, speaking to the officers while typing something into his phone. She couldn't hear what they were saying, but the conversation felt endless. Finally, he returned—with two police officers at his side. One of them leaned in. "Miss Stone, we’re truly sorry you both had to suffer because of our inadequate safety measures." "I hope they won’t come after us again," she said, arms crossed tightly, voice laced with anxiety. "Don’t worry, ma’am. They’ve been caught." She hesitated. "Who were they?" "Just local gang thugs. They knew who you were—thought you'd be an easy, high-profile target." Her arms wrapped around herself, a chill rushing through her. "Were they kidnappers?" The officer gave a slow nod. "Yes, ma’am. And Mr. Iden saved you. You owe him your life." Her eyes shifted to Iden, taking in his bloodstained white
Last Updated : 2024-05-12She, His Enigma Golden bird in golden cage
“Oh my God! Ellaya, are you alright? How did this happen?” Eva shot up from her chair like lightning, her heels screeching against the polished marble. Her voice cracked with panic as she sprinted across the room. The moment Ellaya crossed the threshold, Eva threw her arms around her, gripping her tightly—as if afraid she might disappear. Ellaya stiffened under her touch, the scent of dried blood mingling with expensive perfume. “Eva, I’m fine,” she said softly, her voice almost drowned in the pounding of Eva’s heart. “Why are you so worried?” She gave a faint wave of her hand, dismissive, but her fingers trembled slightly. “You don’t look fine, Ella!” Eva stepped back, scanning her from head to toe. “You need to see a doctor—now.” She reached for her phone, the screen already lighting up as she began dialing. “I’m fine, Eva,” Ellaya insisted, squeezing her friend’s wrist gently. “Please… don’t.” Eva froze, then slowly lowered the phone. Her eyes, however, remained locked on Ellaya
Last Updated : 2024-05-14She, His Enigma She is not his girlfriend
"Ellaya." Eva’s voice cut through the fog in Ellaya’s mind like a snap of fingers. Ellaya blinked, startled. "Oh, what? I’m sorry... can we go inside and talk?" Her voice trembled as she fidgeted with the hem of her sleeve. Embarrassed, she pivoted on her heels, her heels clicking sharply against the polished floor, and headed toward her office. Mia swept in behind her, tossing her designer bag onto the couch with a dramatic sigh. She folded her arms and hunched forward, as if the weight of the world had settled onto her back. "Could you please change the crew members, Miss Stone? Or should I just stop shooting altogether?" Ellaya raised an eyebrow, rubbing her forehead like she was massaging away the tension. "You want me to replace every member of the crew?" Pulling out her lipstick and applying it slowly, Mia replied nonchalantly, "Yes, please." Ellaya exchanged a glance with Eva, who shifted uncomfortably. "Can you explain why?" "They’re useless," Mia snapped, snapping the li
Last Updated : 2024-05-14She, His Enigma She can't tell her secret
" "It's beautiful!" Mia shouted, sprinting across the shoreline as the waves chased her feet. Her white bikini shimmered in the sunlight, hair flying like a banner behind her. Ellaya stood a few steps back, arms folded tightly across her chest, her cover-up clinging to damp skin. Her expression was stone. “This is a waste of time,” she muttered. “Next time, double-check the contracts. They clearly don’t care who they inconvenience.” Wrinkles creased her brow as she squinted at the horizon. The corners of her mouth dragged downward, the weight of frustration dragging with them. Eva wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into a casual side hug. “Relax. It’s been months since you unplugged. You earned this. Look around—New Zealand’s practically a postcard.” Ellaya pulled away slightly. “A vacation was never necessary. I just want this charity thing done so I can go back.” Eva, already stretched out on a recliner, tossed a tube of sunscreen at her. “They’ll start when Mr. R
Last Updated : 2024-05-17She, His Enigma Holding her captive
She was already in the car before her mind registered what had happened. The engine purred beneath her, steady and cold. Outside, streetlights zipped past like ghosts; too fast, too bright. She blinked, disoriented, heart stuttering in her chest. She turned. The man beside her—Iden—gripped the steering wheel like he wanted to break it. His sleeves were rolled up to his forearms, veins taut against bronze skin. The top two buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a glimpse of his collarbone, and his black tie hung loose around his neck, like a noose he hadn’t finished tying. He looked like a sin in a storm. Sharp. Composed. Dangerous. And she wasn’t in the mood to admire any of it. "Stop." Her voice cracked. “Stop the car. Stop it right now!” He didn’t blink. Didn’t turn. Only his jaw tightened, that tick in his temple pulsing like a warning light. The car kept flying forward, slicing through the night like a blade. "Why did you do that?" she cried, voice rising with every wo
Last Updated : 2024-05-18She, His Enigma Punish me as you see fit
Ellaya paced the room like a caged bird, fingers twisted together, lips pressed in panic. Her bare feet padded against the cold marble floor as she muttered to herself. “I need to call Eva. I have to tell her—” She stopped cold. Her eyes darted to the empty nightstand. Her phone wasn’t there. “Oh God,” she whispered, dread tightening her chest. “I left it… I left it at the hotel.” She sank onto the bed, tugging her knees to her chest. “The news must’ve reached New York by now. Eva’s probably hyperventilating… and Mom—Mom will skin me alive.” She buried her face in her palms. “She warned me. Don’t leave the hotel with strangers, Ellaya. You’re too young, too trusting. They’re after your money, your fame.” She sighed, throwing herself backward onto the mattress. “She’s not wrong,” she mumbled, staring at the ceiling. “She just… doesn’t trust anyone around me.” A beat passed before she sat upright again, wide-eyed. “And now I’m stuck in a house with a terrifying man who might ac
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She, His Enigma Confession
Ellaya pulled away from him, her body taut like a bowstring, gaze darting around the room as if it were a cage. She rubbed her eyes, smudging away the fog of grief and fury that clouded her thoughts. Then, slowly, she turned to face him—her lips parted slightly, vulnerability shimmering in her eyes like cracks in glass. “I want to see them,” she said softly, her voice a fragile tremor in the stillness. Iden didn’t move. His eyes studied her, the same girl who once curled into his chest like she belonged there. Her heart—once soft, now shielded—beat beneath a skin that life had hardened. Her exterior still looked like stone, smoothed over by time, but he knew the chaos roiling beneath. “Eat first,” he said gently, his voice low, his eyes flicking to the blood dried on her clothes—evidence of a war not just fought outside, but deep within her soul. “And change. Samantha will help you.” ............. With Samantha’s quiet guidance, Ellaya stepped into the bathroom. Steam rose,
She, His Enigma Truth
“I’m still a married man, Ellaya,” Iden murmured, his voice like the weight of stone. “I’d have to divorce you before marrying anyone.” She froze. Then, like a flame catching wind, she turned—eyes blazing, breath sharp. “Then do it! Divorce me! Marry her! I don’t give a damn about you or your f*cking girlfriend!” Her voice cracked, but she didn’t falter. She stormed toward the door, grabbing her coat in a single, furious movement. Something clattered to the floor—a sharp metallic sound that sliced through the tension like a blade. Iden’s gaze flicked downward. A flash drive. Before he could move, Ellaya spun—feral, fast, fire in her limbs—reaching for it. He snatched it up, holding it just out of reach. “What’s this?” Her jaw tightened. “None of your concern.” His eyes narrowed. “Everything about you is my concern.” Their eyes locked—rage meeting sorrow, grief meeting fury. Something unspoken bled between them, too broken to name. She lunged again, and th
She, His Enigma Still married
The tires screeched as Iden slammed his foot on the gas, weaving through the deserted streets like they belonged to him. His knuckles blanched around the steering wheel, jaw clenched tight, eyes flicking toward the passenger seat every few seconds. “Hold on, princess,” he muttered, voice raw, thick with desperation. “We’re almost there.” Ellaya slumped beside him, her coat wrapped tightly around her trembling frame. Blood seeped through the fabric, soaking into her side like ink in water. She clutched the collar like it was the only thing keeping her soul inside her skin. No cries. No moans. Just silence. That silence—so unlike her—shredded him. The car skidded to a halt at the private gates. Before the engine finished dying, Iden was out. He tore open her door and swept her into his arms. Her arm dangled limp, blood trailing behind them like a broken promise. “Stay with me, Ellaya,” he whispered into her hair as the elevator rose. His voice cracked. “Please hold on.” Th
She, His Enigma Confesion or chaos
Ellaya hesitated at the doorway, inhaling deeply. The house still clung to her—whispering ghosts through dust-laden air, pressing its past into her skin. Every shadow murmured stories; memories coiled in the wood and stone, weaving a tapestry of love, deception, and ruin. Her fingers trembled as they brushed the door. It creaked open with a reluctant groan. Silence devoured her whole. She stepped inside. The wooden floor groaned beneath her boots—each step a slow echo, like the thudding heartbeat of the house itself. The air was thick, stale, carrying the weight of forgotten arguments and kisses that had long since turned cold. Then— “Why?” The word sliced through the silence like a blade. She froze. That voice—deep, steady, sharpened by restrained rage—hit her like a gunshot to the soul. Her head snapped to the left. Iden sat on the single worn-out sofa. Legs sprawled. Fingers steepled. Shadows sliced across his face, obscuring the storm underneath—a mixture of grief an
She, His Enigma Not her
The overweight, middle-aged man pulled Ellaya closer by the waist, reeking of sweat and stale cologne. He leaned in, breath hot against her ear. "It’s time to taste my favorite drink," he whispered, his voice thick with sleaze. Ellaya giggled, head thrown back in mock delight. “Mmm, lucky me,” she purred, her fingers brushing his bloated stomach. Her neck-length short red hair bounced with the motion, and when she smiled, her snow-white teeth framed by blood-red lips seemed almost too perfect—almost dangerous. His eyes drank her in with animalistic hunger.“God, you’re a piece of work.” He shoved the door open and tossed her onto the plush bed. She bounced twice, landing with deliberate grace. Her eyes flicked to the hidden camera inside the ornate painting. She smiled—seductive, knowing. --- Iden sat in silence, watching her every move. Every glance. Every breath. His hand clenched around the armrest, knuckles white. His chest burned, rage simmering like wildfire under h
She, His Enigma Woman in red dress
The air turned suffocating the moment Iden stepped inside the house. The walls pulsed with the echo of raised voices—harsh, fractured, and unforgiving. “As far as I remember, I made myself clear years ago,” Mayor Ruan said coolly, wiping his glasses with slow precision before slipping them back on. His fingers trembled—just enough to betray the storm beneath his calm. “We are done with them.” Across the room, Kai sat with deceptive ease, spine straight, jaw clenched. His voice cut through the static like a blade. “And as far as I remember, they’re still her blood.” The tension snapped into silence. Then came a sound like a splintering bone—a choked sob. Iden turned sharply. His mother was hunched on the couch, her face crumpled in tears. He rushed to her side, kneeling, his hand enveloping hers. “Mom, what happened?” The softness in his tone barely masked the urgency pulsing beneath it. Luna sniffled, voice breaking through the tremor of her grief. “Your uncle’s family
She, His Enigma They met again
A sharp spin— Cold lips crashed against hers, slamming her back into the jagged brick wall. The scent hit her first. That same deep cologne—smoke, cedar, danger. Then came the ghostly chill of his skin, colder than memory. Her eyes flew open. His were shut, lost in the kiss. His mouth moved over hers slowly, deliberately, tongue tracing hers like a scar reopening. His palm gripped her waist, thumb circling in soft, possessive motions through the thin fabric of her dress. His other hand cupped her jaw with something like reverence. She was caught—breathless between flesh and stone—heart thrashing, body frozen. Heat bloomed in her chest. The kiss drugged her for a heartbeat—seductive, toxic, cruel. Tears burned the corners of her eyes. Nostalgia, sharp and brutal, surged up her throat— Then— A brutal knee to the gut. A groan tore the silence of the alley. Ellaya shoved him off her. He stumbled back, stunned by the force behind her strike. Straightening slowly, he clutched his s
She, His Enigma Back from the dead
Ellaya crouched behind a crumbling wall, her breath slow, deliberate—the kind you take before a kill. She lit a cigarette with steady hands, the flare briefly illuminating her sharp features. She inhaled the smoke with calm, predatory ease. "Time to say hello to dear daddy," she whispered, flicking the cigarette into the darkness. Her fingers closed around a jagged stone, its rough edges biting into her palm. With a sharp flick, she hurled it deep into the woods. Ahead, a cluster of gangsters lounged around a battered table, their laughter rolling like distant thunder across the night. The heavy air reeked of sweat, gun oil, and cheap beer—thick enough to taste. A heartbeat— Silence. Then— Alarms shrieked, cutting the night like wounded animals. Chairs scraped. Men cursed. The lazy haze of gambling shattered into frantic motion. She moved. A whisper in the dark. The warehouse swallowed her whole. Inside, the smell of gasoline and rust curled around her
She, His Enigma Her presence
Ellaya’s fists clenched, the muscles in her arms coiling with the familiar anticipation of combat. Across from her, the man charged — a wall of fury, his rage radiating like heat off an open flame. She didn’t move. Not yet. Every second stretched into infinity. Her breath was steady, slow. Then — with a snap of motion — she twisted sideways and drove her elbow into his ribs. The sickening thud cracked through the air. He folded instantly, crumpling like a broken doll. Before he even hit the floor, she moved again, hooking his ankle and sending him crashing onto the cold, blood-slicked concrete. The crowd erupted around her — a roar thick and frenzied — but it felt distant, muffled, like noise behind glass. Her world had narrowed to a sharp, merciless focus. Another fighter lunged at her from the side, a blur of desperation. Ellaya caught him mid-strike, pivoting smoothly, her body a blade honed by violence. With a brutal twist, she snapped his arm. The crack echoed louder th
