LOGINEvelyn Carter, a beautiful college student, becomes the new assistant to billionaire Sean Rosemond. Their attraction is instant, but Sean's cold exterior hides a dark passion. As they work together, the tension between them builds. 'You're mine now,' Sean whispers, his eyes blazing with desire. Evelyn's heart races as Sean's lips claim hers. She's trapped in his web of desire that she can't escape. Will Evelyn surrender to Sean's untamed possession, or will she fight for control? As their passion reaches a boiling point, one thing is clear: only one can win.
View MoreRay POV The city never really slept. It only slowed down.Ray drove through empty roads and half-lit streets, the glow of screens reflecting off his tired eyes. Coffee sat untouched in the holder. He didn’t need it anymore. His mind was sharp, locked in, running faster than any caffeine could help.For days now, he had been moving like a ghost. No badge. No backup. Just old habits and newer tech. He followed phone pings, wiped numbers, and closed networks. Every trail looked dead at first glance. But Ray knew better. Dead ends were never really dead. They were just waiting for the right angle.And Ray always found the angle.He parked near a closed metro station and pulled his laptop onto his lap. Multiple windows lit up the screen. Warehouse footage. Hospital records. Encrypted messages. Old case files. Photos from years ago that no one else would bother to connect.He leaned back and exhaled slowly.The attack on Ethan wasn’t meant to kill him.The warehouse wasn’t meant to stand.
Ethan POV The hospital room smelled like medicine and clean sheets.Ethan hated it.He lay on the bed with one arm wrapped in bandages, his side still aching every time he breathed too deep. The doctors said the bullet missed anything vital. They said he was lucky. They said he would recover fast.None of that mattered.His body was resting, but his mind was wide awake. Sharp. Restless. Angry.The attack replayed again and again in his head. Every sound. Every move. Every second where he knew something was wrong but still walked into it. He had faced danger before. Many times. But this one felt different.Because they didn’t try to kill him.They could have.But they didn’t.Ethan stared at the ceiling, his jaw tight. Someone wanted him alive. Someone wanted him to feel fear. Pain. Helplessness.That thought sat heavy in his chest.A soft beep from the monitor broke the silence. Outside the room, he could hear footsteps, low voices, the usual hospital sounds. Life moving on like noth
I woke up before the sun did.The room was quiet, too quiet, like the world was holding its breath. The curtains were half open, letting in a thin line of pale light. It touched the edge of the bed, warm and gentle, but my body stayed stiff. Sleep hadn’t really helped. It never did these days. My eyes burned, my head felt heavy, and my heart was already tired before the day even began.I stayed still for a long moment, listening.Just calm.That calm should have felt good. Instead, it made me uneasy.I slowly turned my head. The chair beside the bed was empty. Sean wasn’t there. For some reason, that small thing made my chest tighten. I told myself not to be stupid. He couldn’t sit next to me all the time. He had work. Calls. A life outside this room.Still, the space he left behind felt louder than any noise.I pushed myself up carefully. My body protested, pain pulling at places I tried not to think about. The doctor said I was healing well. That word well felt strange. Healing on t
The warehouse was quiet and abandoned, Not the calm that comes after a storm, not the silence of relief. This was the kind of quiet that crawled under the skin and refused to leave. Sean stood near the broken entrance, eyes slowly taking in everything around him. Burned walls. Twisted metal. Blood smeared across the concrete floor like dark paint.Men lay everywhere.Some were face down, some twisted at odd angles, some staring at nothing with lifeless eyes. Weapons lay scattered guns with empty magazines, knives bent from force, broken sticks and shattered helmets. The smell of smoke mixed with iron and oil filled the air, thick enough to make his head ache.Sean had seen death before.He had caused it.But this… this is a trapHe walked deeper inside, each step heavy, controlled. His injured hand throbbed, blood soaking through the bandage, but he ignored it. Pain was background noise now. His focus was sharp, cold, unforgiving.Something wasn’t right.Too many bodies in one place.


















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