Why Do Characters Say 'Close Your Eyes' In The Thriller Novel?

"Stable. Good on paper." When Camille Vann read those four words on her husband's phone, Derek was spending his third consecutive night at a four-star hotel with his married ex-girlfriend. It was the exact evaluation Derek had given Camille just two weeks before proposing to her. In his eyes, Camille was never the love of his life. She was merely the sensible, "good on paper" choice, while he promised his lover he would never stop caring for her. Camille did not scream. She did not cry. With chilling composure, she cloned his messages, screenshotted the evidence, and backed everything up to a hidden email account he didn't even know existed. If Derek wanted a calculated marriage, she would give him a clinical execution. Then, she dialed the one number that would change everything: the husband of her husband's lover. Rhys Callahan is cold, sharp, and highly intelligent. Brought together by a shared betrayal, Camille and Rhys meet over coffee, dismantling two marriages with the quiet efficiency of professional strategists. But as their transactional alliance deepens, Camille realizes Rhys is the only person who truly sees past her mask of composure and the growing tension between them becomes impossible to ignore. Just as they prepare to deliver the final blow, their targets retaliate. Trapped inside a dangerous game of narrative control, Camille must decide how far she is willing to go. When your enemies have spent years preparing weapons for your ruin, can a calculated alliance turn into the one thing you never planned to protect?

Elena had left her past behind her to start a law firm of her own. Uknown to her, a business rival had dug up her past dirt and was blackmailing her. That night she met up with Luis Mathew, she'd done something really dreadful. Something she thought no one else saw. As she made her way outside the old deserted house, she was sure she had done what she did to protect herself, little did she know that she'd encounter a more dreadful fate from, "the eyes that watched". Gregory knew he was sick in his dark mind, and as he watched the fragile girl take a life, he knew he'd have her at all cost. They were dark together in hearts. Warning: This book contains sexual encounters, graphic languages and dark happenings that some readers may find inappropriate and so is not suitable for anyone under tha age of 18.

Born into a blended family, Chantelle grew up on the sidelines, raised with love by her grandmother after her mother's death. Shut out by her father Gérard, dominated by his new wife Rhonda, and relegated to the background behind her pretentious stepsister Mégane, she learned to survive in silence. When her grandmother is diagnosed with a terminal illness, Chantelle's world crumbles. With no family support and overwhelmed by medical bills, she accepts a desperate proposition: one hundred nights for one million euros, with a wealthy man whose identity she will never know. The rules are simple. A blindfold over her eyes, a stranger's touch, and silence. He never speaks. She never sees. He leaves her with anonymous bank transfers... and the haunting scent of his perfume as her only memory. Twelve nights pass. Then, forced by her father to attend a family dinner, Chantelle comes face to face with Mégane's fiancé: Collen Wilkerson—the cold, unapproachable CEO of the powerful corporation where she works as a simple employee. He is a man she knows only from a distance. Arrogant. Untouchable. But when he steps closer, a familiar scent wraps around her, and the world stops. It's his perfume. The same as the masked man. She has already spent twelve nights in his arms. And there are still eighty-eight to go.

The evening wind and tranquility wiped away all the chaos that had been filling my mind for the preceding few days. It felt as though I had been granted a second opportunity at life, akin to that of a newborn kid. I'd always wanted to feel that way for so long, and that night was a very captivating time for me to begin with. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, feeling the breeze brush against my skin as I relived all the horrific events that had occurred. All the turmoil that seemed to escape reappeared in an instant. Tears rush down my cheeks as I feel my body shudder as a dreadful understanding dawns on me. It feels as if every second of my existence has been squandered, and as if the sense of despair and worry has taken over the little strand of sanity that exists for me as it pours through my veins and fills my spirit to the core. "You've got this. All you have to do is think that you can," I said to myself persuasively. "You can't, you just can't. You'll never be able to do it, and you'll have to live with the repercussions for the rest of your life," a familiar voice said. My senses begin to be overpowered by numbness. And with that, I realized I could not go away. The reality that this is my fate hits me like a ton of bricks. As I stretched out to wipe away all my tears, I felt thick moisture on my fingers and was terrified to find blood instead of tears. I felt as if my world was spinning before I could even scream. Then, all of a sudden, darkness crept inside me. And eventually sends me to oblivion.

I was sold to a blind mafia heir as payment for my family's sins. My new husband can't see my face. He can't see the scars they carved into my back. And he definitely can't see that I'm planning my revenge. To escape my cruel family, I agreed to marry Evander Covelli—the ruthless, blind CEO of a mafia empire. Our marriage is a transaction: his protection for my silence. To communicate, I guide his hands across my face—a furrowed brow for anger, a smile for happiness. It's an intimate, fragile language built on his darkness and my silence. But I have a secret: I don't think he’s blind at all. And he has a secret: he married me to destroy my family. Now, trapped in a gilded cage of lies, the only thing more dangerous than the enemies at our gates is the burning attraction between us. He thinks my silence makes me weak. He's about to learn it's my greatest weapon. And I'll use it to unravel every last one of his lies... even if it means destroying us both. I am Story Eleanor Whilock and this is my story.

"Who is she?" My voice came out weak, foreign to my own ears. I despised the way it sounded--like a scared child-and I hated how he made me feel so small, so powerless. He let his breath out in a noisy sigh-a low, suffering sound, as if he was putting up with something beneath him. "Are we really doing this?" His voice was low now, tined with irritation. "It's not what you think. And even if it was, what are you going to do about it? You blind bat?" I froze, as tears slid down my face. I was just blind to him. A burden.