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"Who else is meant to be present?" he asked, his voice low as he passed her the plate of pasta. His fingers brushed hers—brief, electric. Ellaya took a bite, her throat tight. "The employees and the security team… the ones you mentioned earlier." "They’ll be here by morning." He looked down at his food, stabbing his fork hard into the pasta. "I was supposed to bring you tomorrow. Only reason I didn’t..." He paused. His jaw clenched. "Because of that jerk." His voice cut like cold steel. "He wasn’t kissing me," she said quickly, afraid to meet his gaze. "Don’t tell me he was helping you, Ellaya!" His palm slammed onto the table with a crack that echoed across the silent room. She flinched, eyes wide. The fork slipped from her fingers and clinked onto the plate. Her hands trembled as she stared at her lap. "There was something in my eye," she whispered, barely holding her voice steady. "He… he helped me get it out. That’s all. He wasn’t kissing me." The room fell into an oppressi
Last Updated : 2024-05-22She, His Enigma Wanting him all for herself
Lost in thought, Ellaya stepped out of the kitchen—only to slam into a solid wall of muscle. She gasped, losing her balance, but strong arms caught her mid-fall. The sudden contact sent a jolt down her spine. Warmth. That was the first thing she felt. His body heat soaked through her thin clothes. Her fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, clinging instinctively. Her breath hitched as she looked up. Iden. Just as devastating as the night before. His damp hair clung to his forehead in dark, tousled waves. Droplets of water slid down the side of his neck, disappearing beneath a black t-shirt that clung to every sculpted plane of his chest. He smelled faintly of soap and something smoky—woodsy cologne, subtle and maddening. She caught her reflection in the window behind him. Her eyes were puffy, darkened with smudged eyeliner. Strands of tangled hair framed her face. Her lips, kissed dry, were still swollen from the night before. Her cheeks flushed a deep pink. “Why are you bl
Last Updated : 2024-05-27She, His Enigma I am the god
Sitting on the mezzanine, Iden’s gaze was locked on the woman performing below. Her voice—the one he’d heard countless times in solitude—wrapped around the room like smoke. It was languid, aching, and hauntingly beautiful. He had always imagined the voice belonged to an older, reserved woman—someone distant, maybe even sorrowful. But now, watching her on stage, he realized how wrong he’d been. The woman behind the voice was vibrant and magnetic, her movements graceful, her expression raw with emotion. Her beauty wasn’t just physical—it radiated from the way she lost herself in the music. She didn’t just perform; she bled into the song. “Boss Kaito wants to talk to you,” James murmured beside him, nudging his watch. “Ask him to call back later,” Iden said without looking away. “Boss,” James tried again, firmer this time. “It’s urgent.” With a reluctant sigh, Iden stood. His steps were slow, as though he were leaving something unfinished behind. --- Backstage, hours later, Ellaya
Last Updated : 2024-05-30She, His Enigma Why did you hide yourself
“Finally, I can see your real smile”. Iden said, looking at her contagious smile, and he smiled with her.The vehicle came to a stop at the vialla gate, and Iden took turns opening the door on her side. She was assisted in getting out of the vehicle by one hand holding her hand and the other above her head."That a jerk like you could also be a gentleman, I never knew". She teased himAstonishing Ellaya, Iden bent forward and took her in his arm. "Wha…what are you doing.."Ellaya struggled in his arms and yelled."This jerk is much more than just a dapper guy". Going forward, he said."What ..do you.. mean..?"Gulping down her saliva, Ellaya questioned."Let me take you inside first to your bed, and you will understand... " he sneered. "I don’t …I don’t wanna understand.." Her cheeks flushed and her heart palpated.She struggled, but in vain.She became extremely agitated when he carried her to her bedroom and threw her onto the bed. Leaning forward and smiling, he caged her on the bed
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With her eyes shut, she sensed that every hair on her body stood on end, feeling warm and damp between her thighs. She had no mental clarity. "Laaya, push me." Ellaya heard his hushed tone. "What"? Her voice was guff. She opened her eyes and looked at the man still nibbling on her neck. "Laaya, push me, hit me, fight me, do not let me touch you, do not let me kiss you." His voice was deep and deep, he said his touch still making her leg weak. "Push me princess". He voiced again. Ellaya's body and mind were already in disarray; she did not react for even a second. She did not understand his desire for her to push him. "Didn't he want me even though he said I am beautiful? But why don't I want to push him? Why I am liking his kiss his touch everything he is doing to me".She thought. "Why?" She sounded as though she was asking herself in a low voice. His fingers found their way into her thick hair as he spoke in a low, husky voice, staring into her purple eyes. "You are someth
Last Updated : 2024-06-01She, His Enigma He ignored her.
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Everyone's attention was drawn to Ellaya when she arrived at the party wearing a black gown that hung down to her ankles and revealed her long leg through a slit in it. She was a stunning woman in addition to being a star. It had been a while since she had seen her crew members, they welcomed her. The celebration was in full swing, and drinks were being served. With Eva, she sat on the couch and drank her soft drink."Where is Mia, Eva?" Ellaya enquired while surveying her surroundings.Eva said, sipping her drink, "She has a date tonight.""Date, who? With a hopeful expression, she asked, hoping it was not the man she was envisioning. "I am not sure if the man who visited her every day is the same one.""Iden is what you mean." she asked with scowl."Yes, Eva gave a nod."A burning question tormented her: "Why the hell am I feeling this way? Forcing me to feel this way, who the hell is he? She was so furious that she wanted to give him a black eye. "Ellaya, could you please tell me
Last Updated : 2024-06-05She, His Enigma Bird in his cage
As Ellaya entered the villa, she gasped in shock and peered at the man seated in the living room with his head bowed, his elbow resting on his thighs, and his head in his hands. He appeared feral, akin to a lion with wounds. He got up and approached her slowly; his hair was disheveled, his coat was thrown on the floor, his shirt buttons were broken, and he was sheeting. His eyes were red and his nose was fanned.Her heart raced at the sound of his slow steps, her palms perspired, and her legs remained planted. 'He said he was only an assistant, but his aura was that of a king. He said, "You are a queen, Ellaya; I am a slave," but I feel as if he is a king and I am a bird in his cage. Why am I feeling this way when he is near me?' She stared at his irate face, lost in contemplation.Bringing her out of her trance, he grabbed her arm, spun her around, and caged her between the wall and his arms. "Ellaya, stay away from him", he commanded in a deep, fierce voice. After a brief pause, sh
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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,
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“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
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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
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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
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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
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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
