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THE DAMNED AND THE BEAST: A BILLIONAIRE’S TALE NINE
•TRISTIAN•"You're about to host your first ball as Mrs. Crown. That's gotta be thrilling," I commented, my eyes resting on her face.The expression she shot me was a mix of anticipation and desperate a treaty.I could practically feel her silently pleading for some assistance."Yeah, well, it's hard to feel the excitement when Maria keeps hammering into me that the very grid of my destiny could be plotted in a table setting and that my salvation laid on the detailed selection of its suited colors. Honestly, I'm more petrified than thrilled right now."Her voice soaked over me like a delicate melody, capable of getting lost amidst the noise of a Monday morning rush hour, yet it lured me in, making me yearn to hear her speak all day long."Well, my mother has always been a stickler for perfection, but that doesn't mean you won't do a tremendous job. I have complete faith in your taste and intuitions," I breathed, attempting to lighten the weight of the situation.We were now at the entr
THE DAMNED AND THE BEAST: A BILLIONAIRE’S TALE EIGHT
•DAMIAN•Slowly, the world around me flickered into existence as I blinked my eyes open. Shapes and colors merged and dissolved in the room, lacking definition and stability. It was as if disparate fragments of light and hues were engaged in a chaotic dance, leaving me bewildered in their wake.A weight, almost tangible, seemed to press upon my eyelids, urging them to close. They fluttered weakly, resisting the pull of exhaustion as I fought to keep them open. The battle between wakefulness and slumber was a fierce one, my senses reawakening with a sluggish effort."He's awake," a voice quavered, reaching my ears amidst the disarray."Give him a moment. He's trying to focus," another voice responded, its tone laced with a mixture of concern and relief.As I tried to gather my bearings, a throbbing ache tore through my head, intensifying into a painful headache. It felt as if a vise tightened around my skull, squeezing relentlessly. Each pulse amplified the torment, making it difficul
THE DAMNED AND THE BEAST: A BILLIONAIRE’S TALE SEVEN
•TRISTIAN•For once, Augustine, my secretary, was true to his words. The sight of her was like a frozen moment in time, capturing a beauty that defied comparison.Clad in a knee-length amber brocade gown that adorned her like a radiant halo, her decanter-shaped waist was accentuated like a perfectly curated Instagra*m filter.Her waist-long black curls cascaded down her back, adding a touch of allure to her overall appearance. The gown, cut square, elegantly showcased her ‘décolletage’ with effortless classiness, while the Grecian-inspired sleeves draped gracefully, leaving her arms bare and showcasing their flawless contours.Her white face, somewhat fragile and intelligent in expression, was endowed with a pixie-like nose and perfectly shaped rosy lips.But it was her hazel eyes that stole attention— a mesmerizing blend of colours that seemed to conceal unknown depths within.In her entirety, she exuded pure perfection like a snapshot out of time.No sculptor could have crafted a li
THE DAMNED AND THE BEAST: A BILLIONAIRE’S TALE SIX
Maria's anger surged as she clamored, her eyes ablaze with fury. "This… this is utterly preposterous!" she seethed. "Do you honestly think, even for a moment, that this ludicrous plan of yours will unfold according to your whims? Let's face it, it's sheer madness, and we all know it!""Ma'am," Michael began cautiously, but before he could finish his sentence, Maria sharply interrupted."Putain de merde, tais-toi!" The profanity-laden phrase escaped her lips, hitting the air like a thunderclap.That instant, those French classes from ninth grade rushed back as Mr. Henri's favorite cuss word echoed in my memory."You only speak when you're spoken to," Maria continued and I couldn't have agreed more with her at that moment.Yes, the memory of her unnerving phone call from yesterday was still vividly green in my mind. Hell, it even cast a lingering shadow of unease that robbed me of a peaceful night's sleep as fear of an impending threat loomed over me, haunting my every thought.However,
THE DAMNED AND THE BEAST: A BILLIONAIRE’S TALE FIVE
•SIRENA•“What do you mean… poisoned?”Jonathan's voice quivered, barely escaping his lips in a whisper, each word infused with a potent blend of urgency and disbelief.The corridor plunged into an eerie silence as the twin brothers locked eyes, their identical faces reflecting a mixture of unbeknownst emotions.A subtle head tilt was all that emanated from Joshua, his piercing gaze narrowing ever so slightly. As if receiving an unspoken cue, Jonathan’s attention swiftly shifted, his gaze fixating on me.In that bone-chilling moment, my heart seized, and its rhythm shattered into oblivion. Time itself seemed to halt, leaving me suspended in a suffocating void of tension.A tidal wave of panic crashed over me, squeezing my chest with an iron grip. The sheer weight of the accusation bore down on me!Me!The realization struck with a force that sent tremors of fear rushing through my veins.How could they even fathom the notion that I, of all people, bore the responsibility for poisonin
THE DAMNED AND THE BEAST: A BILLIONAIRE’S TALE FOUR
My body tensed as I stood in the sterile Crown’s hospital corridor, my heart pounding with a mixture of fear and desperation. Anxiety gnawed at me, threatening to consume my every thought. With each passing moment, the weight of suspense grew heavier, and I struggled to find comfort in the bustling chaos around me.The constant flurry of hospital staff, clad in their urgent scrubs, rushed in and out of Damian's room, their movements a blur of urgency. The sound of their hurried footsteps echoed through the corridor, creating an atmosphere of controlled disorder. My eyes darted anxiously from one medical professional to another, searching for any hint of information about Damian's condition. I longed for a glimpse into his room, hoping to catch a peek at his well-being. To me, every fleeting glance, each whispered conversation, held the potential to be a lifeline of hope or a dagger of despair.Summoning every ounce of courage, I called out to a passing nurse, my voice betraying the
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