Evelyn 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.
Lihat lebih banyakToday was supposed to be our special day, our first anniversary. I couldn’t help but smile as I walked into the watch store. The glimmering display cases reflected the excitement in my chest. I’d saved for months, carefully tucking away a bit of every paycheck from the cafe. A sleek silver watch caught my eye, simple but elegant, just like him or at least how I used to see him.
“This one, please,” I said to the salesgirl, sliding over my hard-earned money. She arched a brow, her lips twisting into a smirk. “Saving up, huh? Must be a lucky guy,” she quipped, eyeing my plain jeans and worn sneakers. My cheeks burned. “He’s worth it,” I replied softly, clutching the box tightly as she handed it over. Her laugh lingered behind me as I walked out, but I didn’t care. Tonight, Damon and I will celebrate our love. I could already imagine his surprised smile when I gave him the watch. The thought filled me with warmth, pushing away the teasing of the salesgirl’s words. Arriving at the cafe for my shift, I hurried inside. The familiar smell of coffee beans and fresh pastries greeted me. “Evelyn!” Celina’s cheerful voice cut through the chatter. She was wiping down a table near the counter, her curls bouncing as she waved me over. “Have you seen Damon today? He’s been gone all day. He said he had something to take care of.” “Really?” I asked, my heart fluttering. Maybe he was planning a surprise for me, something romantic. Damon wasn’t usually the grand gesture type, but today was different. Or at least, I hoped it was. The rest of my shift dragged on. Every time the bell above the door jingled, my eyes darted toward it, hoping to see Damon walk in with that confident stride of his. But he didn’t. Finally, the clock hit closing time. I hung up my apron, took a deep breath, and dialed his number. Straight to voicemail. Just as I was about to text him, my phone rang. The screen lit up with a name I barely recognized. Jonah, one of Damon’s friends. My stomach sank. “Hello?” I answered hesitantly. “Evelyn, Damon’s at The Velvet Lounge,” Jonah slurred. “He’s... let’s just say he’s not in a good state. You should come get him.” A bar? On our anniversary? Anger bubbled under my skin. Still, I grabbed my jacket and headed out. I didn’t want to ruin tonight, even if he was being thoughtless. Maybe he’d explain, maybe this was some misunderstanding. The Velvet Lounge was loud and crowded. Music thumped in my chest as I pushed through the group of bodies, scanning the room for Damon. When I finally spotted him, my heart stopped. He was leaning against the bar, his arm draped lazily around someone not just anyone, but his ex. Her perfectly styled hair and tight red dress made her impossible to miss. And then, he kissed her. Right there, in front of everyone. The box in my hand felt like dead weight. My fingers tightened around it until the edges bit into my palm. Fury surged through me, hot and blinding. Before I knew what I was doing, I stormed over, snatched a glass of some poor stranger’s drink, and threw it at them. The liquid splashed across Damon’s shirt and her smug, perfect face. She gasped, her hands flying to her makeup-smeared cheeks. “What the hell?” Damon shouted, staggering back. “What the hell?” I echoed, my voice shaking with rage. “Do you even know what day it is?” His expression shifted from shock to guilt, and then to irritation. “Oh, don’t tell me you’re mad about this,” he said, gesturing vaguely between himself and his ex. “Evelyn, come on. Don’t make a scene.” “A scene?” I laughed bitterly. “You kissed her! On our anniversary! You’re lucky I’m not throwing more than a drink.” He groaned, rubbing his temples. “Look, let’s not do this here.” “No,” I snapped. “We’re doing this now. Tell me, Damon. How long has this been going on? Or is this the first time you decided to cheat on me?” His ex snickered, crossing her arms. “So, you’re the substitute?” she said, her tone filled with disdain. “I broke up with him because I went abroad, but now I’m back. You can piss off.” My heart felt like it shattered at that moment. Damon didn’t even deny it. Instead, he looked at me with a mix of pity and guilt. “She’s right, Evelyn. You were... Just a substitute. I thought I could make it work, but it’s not the same. It’s never been the same.” Substitute. The word hit me like physical blows. “And what about everything we’ve been through?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “What about the nights you said you loved me?” “I was lying to myself,” he said bluntly. “And honestly? You’re just not... enough. Not in bed, not anywhere.” My cheeks burned with humiliation. People were staring now, whispering, pointing. The watch box slipped from my hand, landing with a dull thud on the sticky bar floor. Tears stung my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. “We’re done,” I said firmly, forcing my voice to stay steady. “I hope she’s worth it.” Without waiting for a reply, I turned and walked out. The cold night air hit me like a slap, but it was nothing compared to the ache in my chest. My steps quickened as I fled down the street, away from the bar, away from the humiliation, away from him. The dam finally broke, and my tears came rushing in waves. The image of Damon with his ex replayed in my mind, a cruel, unending reel I couldn’t escape. I had given him everything, my time, my trust, my heart and he had destroyed it all without a second thought.The night was quiet, but something didn’t feel right.I sat in front of my screens, checking every feed, every trace. My fingers moved fast across the keyboard, but my mind was slower, heavy with thoughts. The enemy had gone silent these past hours, and that silence scared me more than noise.When someone like them goes quiet... It means they’re planning something big.Suddenly, a new signal blinked on one of my monitors.A strange server was accessed from a hotel in the city. It looks well coded but not enough to fool me.I cracked the firewall in seconds.What I saw made my jaw tighten.It was Jessica.Her photo flashed on the screen. Then another. And another. All recent. One where she was walking alone. One where she was talking to a man in black jacket. Another where she was smiling at someone I couldn’t recognize. But the scariest one is yet to reveal ?A video clip blurred, taken from far but it was clear enough to tell. She was receiving a small black box. From someone in a le
Sean sat in his office, staring at his computer screen, but his mind was somewhere else. His phone buzzed again. It was the fifth notification in two minutes. At first, he ignored it. He had bigger things to focus on.Ethan. Evelyn. The code message. Ray’s strange silence.But then the sixth notification popped up, flashing with Jessica’s name.He frowned and clicked it.It opened to Jessica’s Instagram post.Sean leaned forward slowly, his eyes scanning the photo. A five-star suite. Roses. Candles. A giant heart made with flower petals on the bed. Soft golden lights.And then her caption:“He did it again #spoiled #mylove #private celebration"His jaw tightened.He scrolled to the next slide. A video now. Jessica laughing in front of the mirror. The camera slowly panned across the room as she giggled, “Can you believe he did all this for me?”Sean stood up so fast, his chair rolled back and hit the cabinet behind him.He felt the anger rising in his chest, slow but deadly.He didn’t
I stood at the center of the hotel suite, spinning slowly with a huge smile on my face.The room looked magical. Rose petals on the bed. Scented candles on the side table. A big heart made of red flowers on the wall. The champagne was already chilling in the ice bucket, and soft love music played in the background.Everything was exactly how I planned it.It looked expensive. Romantic. Beautiful. Just like how a cold-hearted CEO would secretly surprise his special girl. I imagined everyone’s shocked faces when they saw it.I checked myself in the mirror. My red satin dress hugged my curves perfectly. My hair was done in soft waves, my makeup flawless. I looked hot and classy at the same time.“This is it,” I whispered to myself. “Tonight, everyone will know I’m the one Sean loves.”I took out my phone and began snapping pictures.One with the heart-shaped petals on the bed. One standing by the champagne. Another leaning on the balcony, showing off the beautiful city lights behind me.
I stood near the glass window of the office hallway, arms crossed, heels tapping softly against the marble floor. The weather was dull outside just like Sean’s mood lately. He wasn’t the same anymore. Not since Evelyn disappeared.Every day, I watched him walk past me like I was invisible. His eyes were tired. His voice was quiet. He barely even looked at anyone. But I saw him. I always saw him.And I knew one thing for sure...He wasn’t worried about work. He wasn’t upset about deals.He was thinking about her.That girl Evelyn.Just the thought of her made my jaw tighten. She had come out of nowhere and suddenly everything in his world started to change. He smiled more when she was around. He listened to her ideas. He even stood up for her in front of the board.But now she is gone.And he was... broken.Good. Maybe now he’ll see who was really there for him all along.I walked toward his office slowly, peeking through the slightly open door. He was on the phone again talking to som
The ticking of the old grandfather clock echoed through the Rosemond estate study. I sat in my armchair, a cup of untouched tea cooling beside me. Outside, the rain had returned, tapping against the tall windows like a warning from nature itself.I had been through storms before political ones, corporate ones, even bloody ones. But this... this is different.“She’s disappeared,” my assistant Pierre said gently, standing just a few feet away. “Evelyn. The girl.”I nodded, not looking at him. “With Ethan?”“Yes, sir. That’s what the latest report confirms. They vanished three nights ago. No official trace. No phone records. No surveillance logs.”“And Sean?” I asked, my voice quieter than usual.“He’s growing desperate. Hired Detective Ray. Made a few calls to some of his old connections. Even contacted a man from Spain. He’s serious.”I leaned back, fingers folded under my chin. “I knew this day would come... I just hoped it wouldn’t be her.”Pierre hesitated. “Sir?”I looked up at him
The room was dim, filled with smoke and softclicking sounds from the computer keyboards. The gang leader known only as Renoir in the underworld stood with his back to the screen, hands folded behind him, watching the large monitor on the wall.On it, the paused image of Evelyn’s mother lying weak in the hospital bed was frozen mid-frame.“She’s still alive,” one of the men muttered behind him.“She won’t be for long if we push the right buttons,” another laughed.Renoir turned slowly, his face calm but cold. “Not yet.”The room fell silent at his voice.Renoir moved closer to the screen, his eyes narrowing. “This girl... Evelyn... she’s more useful alive. She’s the perfect weapon. Sharp, innocent, and easy to manipulate.”He flicked the remote, and a new screen popped up live feed from outside Ethan’s safehouse.“They think they’ve hidden her well,” he said with a smirk. “But even the strongest walls can crack when you apply the right pressure.”The youngest member of the gang, Leo,
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