[MATURE CONTENTS, NO RAPE, VIOLENCE, DARK] She didn't realize she was slowly falling deeply for the handsome billionaire who always hid in the shadows, shrouded in darkness and mystery. Despite the blaring alarm in her head screaming 'danger alert,' she just had to trust him. But he wasn’t just a wealthy heartthrob; he was a bad boy with sinister intentions. He became her weapon for revenge, an addiction that transformed her into a villain. (EXTRACT) Eamon's gaze flicked to the name tag on her uniform, which read "Mia." He smirked, clearly aware of the deception. "Heather, do you think you can save your life from me in a hospital?" he teased. "Well, if... if you're a disease," Heather retorted, trying to regain some semblance of control. Eamon chuckled softly, a chilling sound. "Sure I am. A terminal one." "Anyway, Mr. Eamon, sorry for taking things the wrong way this morning. Perhaps you thought I was mocking your blindness by saying you changed my clothes," she said sincerely. "It's alright," Eamon replied, a hint of amusement in his tone. "I saw everything though." Heather blinked in confusion. "Huh? But... you're blind. How can you see everything like you claimed?" Eamon's smile widened, and he leaned in slightly. "Let me tell you a secret then, Ms Heather," he said, removing his dark lenses to reveal a set of emerald green eyes. "You have a fading tattoo 'A & H' on your left waist and a tiny black dotty mole underneath your right breast," Eamon said, his voice low and intimate. Heather: "...." Eamon's eyes bore into hers, a predatory glint in them. "You can't hide from me, Heather. Not in a hospital, not anywhere."
View More"It's beautiful."She breathed, her eyes fixed on the dress as she stepped back to admire her handiwork. But her reverie was shattered by the sound of Eamon's voice, his deep tones sending a shiver down her spine.She spun around, her heart racing like a wild animal, to find him standing in the study doorway, his arms crossed over his chest, his bathrobe still wrapped around him like a shroud.His eyes narrowed, his gaze fixed intently on her, and Heather felt her pulse quicken, her breath catching in her throat."Control yourself, Heather," she whispered sternly, her eyes locked on his, as she struggled to rein in her traitorous body's response to his presence.But it was no use; her heart continued to race, her skin tingling with awareness, as he drew closer, his eyes burning with an intensity that left her breathless.
"You made so many demands, how is Madam Eamon going to meet them?"Eamon's movements froze, his glass of wine suspended mid-air. "What did you call her?" he asked, his tone flat and even, but his eyes gleaming with a hint of excitement.Harris looked up at Eamon, whose sophisticated eyes now stared deep into his, as if searching for something."M... Madam Eamon," Harris stuttered, his eyes darting away.Eamon's face then broke into a desperate, childish smile, his eyes shining with an unsettling intensity."I'll triple your bonus this month and the next six months," he offered, his voice dripping with enthusiasm.Harris's eyes widened in shock, his mouth agape. This offer was too good to be true. It happened once in a NEVER!"As you say, Boss." He nodded hastily,
Heather stood in the vast study, her mind reeling with the implications of the deal she had just made with the Eamon Rodge.Just as she began to steady her breathing and calm her racing thoughts, the door opened again, and Harris entered, his footsteps echoing through the room.He carried a sleek black folder, its surface embossed with a subtle logo."Everything is ready, sir," Harris said, his voice efficient and detached, as he handed the folder to Eamon.Eamon nodded, taking the folder with an air of triumph, his eyes gleaming with a sinister light.Flipping through the documents with a satisfied smile, his gaze lingered on each page, savoring the victory. "Good. Ms. Heather, sign these, and our marriage will be official."That was quick!Heather thought as she took the pen, her hands trembling like
Immediately after entering the study, Heather kept her head down, the door behind her closing with a decisive thud.The sound echoed in the room, reinforcing the feeling that there was no escape. She was alone with the wealthy Adonis known as Eamon Rodge.Or perhaps it wasn't just her mindset—maybe Harris, who had closed the door, intended for her to feel that way.She took a deep breath and looked up, meeting Eamon's gaze.He was sitting behind an enormous mahogany desk, his piercing green eyes fixed on her. He removed his glasses slowly, placing them on the desk, and leaned back in his chair, a slight smirk playing on his lips."What brings you here, Ms. Heather?" Eamon asked, his voice smooth and calm.Heather swallowed hard, her hands trembling slightly. "I need your help," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
After the incident at the insurance company, Heather stepped out of Eamon's car, her heart racing and her cheeks still flushed from the encounter with Eamon.She hailed a cab and quickly slipped into the back seat, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts."Where to, miss?" the cab driver asked."Take me to 23 Francis Borough Street, please," she replied, giving him the address she shared with Camille.As the cab began to move, Heather couldn't help but replay her short, almost erotic moment with Eamon in her mind. She muttered words to herself, barely aware of what she was saying."Those eyes... God, those eyes," she whispered, staring out the window but seeing nothing. "How can someone have such intense eyes? It's like they see right through me."She shook her head, trying to clear the image of Eamon's piercing gaze from her thoughts which was abs
Harris handed Eamon a thick file as the car drove out from the insurance company and into the bustling city streets."Sir, I've gathered all the information about Ms. Heather. Everything is in this file," he said, his voice professional and composed. "Also, your mother called. She said you should come home today."Eamon took the file, his expression unreadable behind his dark glasses. "Thank you, Harris," he replied, flipping open the file and skimming through its contents. "I'll deal with this later."He glanced out the window, watching people going around with their daily lives, though his mind was occupied with no other than Heather. "Make sure our men are all over and watching her without her knowledge.""Yes, sir," Harris replied.Eamon leaned back in his seat, removing his glasses. His green eyes, with their mysterious, swirling patterns, scanned t
[R-16+ Ahead]Arriving at the insurance company, Heather took a deep breath before stepping inside. The office was bustling with activity, caring less she approached the reception desk, clutching the documents tightly."Good morning. How can I help you?" the receptionist asked with a polite smile."Good morning," Heather replied, trying to sound confident. "I need to speak with someone about these insurance policies. They're under the names Heather Daniels and Arthur Daniels."The receptionist nodded and directed her to a waiting area. Heather sat down, her nerves starting to settle. After a few minutes, an agent called her name and led her to a small office."Hello, Ms. Daniels. I'm Mr. Luke. How can I assist you today?" the agent asked as they settled into their chairs.Heather handed over the documents. "I need to understand wha
"It wasn't yours to begin with," Marcus said coldly. "If you want it, you'll have to marry me."Heather's anger boiled over. She stepped out of the car, her voice trembling with fury. "I promise you, Marcus, I will have my revenge somehow."She tossed the keys at his feet and walked away, her heart heavy with a low charged determination.She hailed a cab and directed the driver to Camille's apartment. Camille, the sweet girl who had taken her in a month ago, had no idea of the turmoil Heather was facing.As she sat in the back of the cab, Heather vowed to find a way to reclaim what was rightfully hers and honor Arthur's memory. The fight wasn't over, and she wouldn't give up without a battle.Heather pushed open the door to her small, cozy apartment, stepping into the warm embrace of familiarity.The living room was decorated w
Heather clenched her fists, feeling the weight of her helplessness. She pulled out her phone and dialed Arthur's number, a number she had been trying since a month ago. Yet she dialed it even though she knew it was futile.The call went straight to voicemail, and she left a message, her voice filled with emotion."Arthur, I don't know where you are, but I need you. They've taken everything. Please, if you can hear this, help me."She hung up, tears streaming down her face. Heather knew she had to be strong, to find a way to put an end to this charade. She really hated conflict and it made her weak. She was a peaceful, sweet person compared to Arthur who did all the violent work."Don't be a thief, Marcus. Mr. Craig, why did you hand over my hard work and sweat to him?" Heather demanded, her voice of mess.Marcus's smile widened. "Heather, there's no easy way to say th
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