Does Dudley Moore: An Intimate Portrait Reveal His Personal Life?

“Why do you defy me, little dove?” He demanded and Desire was torn. Torn between pleasing her Master and bending one of the rules holding their region together. His blue eyes bored into hers for a while before Desire finally looked away again, waiting for her judgement, her dead judgement for breaking a rule“The first option is to have you killed by hanging, the second one is to send you to the Harem while the third one is to make you my private maid and you’re the only person who has the privilege of this rare chance. So, my dear little Dove, what do you say?” “I’ll pick the first option, let me die at stake or by hanging. Whichever option suits you, My lord but please just let me die a quick death” Desire pleased with a determined look on her face.

[Warning:- Extreme Mature Content!] [Note:- Cover is not mine!] Kate was a 22-year-old, a virgin university student, who was not only studying but doing several part-time jobs in which, one of which was being a waitress and wine distributor! But those jobs were not getting her enough money as her young brother, Jack was suffering from Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia and needed bone marrow for the treatment! He was her only family, and she wanted to keep him alive no matter what! The hospital started pressuring her to pay the fees as soon as possible but unable to get enough money, she decided to hear her boss and decided to be stripped which was paying her 10 times the payment she had been getting from all her jobs! All she wanted was to be an anonymous stripper with the principle of no special services and no sleeping around and use that money in the treatment of her brother but who would have thought that her university's Professor would be present there as well and make her lose her mind! He would start chasing after her to sleep with her but she didn't want to lose her virginity for the sake of money! She wanted a decent life and a boyfriend to settle down but who would have thought that the same he would turn out to be the one who was having the same bone marrow as her brother! She might have become a stripper but fate and the man himself did not leave any way out for her to live a decent life. The man did not leave her alone and followed her around everywhere, Leaving her with no choice but to be his stripper!

I was a sketch artist acting for the police. On a secret mission, I was discovered by a murderer. My eyes were gouged out, and my body was dismembered, unceremoniously dumped in a garbage bin. On the brink of death, I called my boyfriend, a criminal investigator. However, he hung up on me because he was busy accompanying his first love to a prenatal checkup. A few days later, he received a painting that was a vital clue to finding the murderer, but he thought I was playing tricks on him. In his anger, he tore that portrait to shreds. After he found out the truth, he spent the whole night searching through the garbage to piece it back together.

I've always been frail by nature. Taking two consecutive steps can make me gasp for air. If I cough, there's a chance there's blood accompanying it. When I'm seven years old, a homeless man in Bronzeton tries to snatch a half-eaten piece of bread from me. I lie on the ground as I convulse like a dying fish with foam gathering at my mouth. My eyes have rolled to the back of my head as well, as though my seizure is acting up. Thinking that I've gotten infected with some sort of disease, the homeless man is so frightened that he flees from Novarra overnight. When I'm ten years old, a delinquent tries to demand protection money from me. I react by spitting dark blood at his face. The poor guy screams at the top of his lungs as he runs down the street, only to get mistaken as a murderer by a police officer who happens to pass by the area. Since then, everyone avoids me like plague on the street. They aren't scared of me—they are terrified that they might get into trouble because of me. No one knows who my parents are. I've grown up in a rundown motel, and my adoptive mother is a stripper who used to be famous. Whenever she gets drunk, she often tells me, "Your father is a mafia Don." I've always thought that she's just running her mouth purely out of drunkenness. That is, until a black limo stops in front of me on the year I turn 18 years old. Three men clad in black suits get out of the limo. The leader sinks down on one knee right in front of me, his voice quivering as he speaks. "We finally found you, Ms. Salvatore. Your father is Vittorio Salvatore, the Don of one of the biggest mafia families in Novarra." At first, I think this is just a scamming scheme. That is, until I'm taken to the estate located on Lacreth Isle that's six acres wide and sports iron gates with the Salvatore insignia carved into them. On my first day home, the fake heiress, Serena Salvatore, purposefully releases the fearsome family dog in the estate just to intimidate me. That dog keeps barking at me, frightening me to the point that I spit out blood on the spot before collapsing to the ground. My mother, Rosalina Vitelli, almost loses her mind over my collapse. But my older brother, Marco Salvatore, shouts at me angrily instead. "Why are you playing dead? You made Serena cry because of your antics!" His voice is so loud that I feel as though my eardrums are going to burst anytime soon. Even my heart feels as though an invisible hand is gripping it tightly. My eyes roll to the back of my head instantly as my body crashes on the spot. Mamma flies into a rampage and almost beats Marco to death for scaring me. Having witnessed everything, Serena kicks up a fuss by attempting to commit suicide at the estate's clock tower just so she can apologize to me. In order to prove his love to Serena, my fiance, Luca Moretti, drags me forcibly to the top of the clock tower so that Serena can do whatever she wants to me. The thing is, the winds are strong on the top of the clock tower. That's when I accidentally slip and topple over the railing. My parents, who are looking everywhere for me, happen to be around the clock tower when I crash onto the spot near them. This time, my bruised and broken body is completely drenched in blood. Shell-shocked, they remain rooted to the spot as they stare at me in bewilderment. Then, they let out blood-curdling screams.

Andreanna Gutierrez, or simply Andrea is a nerdy delivery girl who, in one stormy night in a secluded area accidentally bumped over the heir to an enormous business empire, the Jackson Corporation. The heir is Allen Miguel Jackson, who is known as the most elite, fine-looking, eligible bachelor and a cold-hearted person. He asked Andrea to take responsibility to what she did and therefore, she was compulsory to bring him at her rented place and look after him for a while until he is fully recovered. Over time, despite of Andrea's lack of good looks and outdated sense of fashion, Miguel learned to acknowledge her capabilities and innate compassion that he agreed for her to become his personal assistant. Soon after, the two souls became close friends until Andrea admits to herself that she's deeply in love with her boss. How will Andrea win the indescribable heart of someone who's way out of her league? Is it possible that a wealthy, powerful, and good-looking guy like Miguel will eventually fall in love with her nerdy appearance? Or will he hate her after knowing her secrets? Will a mighty CEO and a mere nerdy personal assistant could have a happily ever after?

WARNING: CLASSIFIED CONTENT Archives of the Heart is a compilation of dramatic and emotional fiction, intended exclusively for adult readers. This collection contains themes that some may find challenging or intense, including but not limited to: significant age gaps, complex power dynamics, non-traditional family relationships, and deep connections between various characters. The stories explore intense emotions, internal conflicts, and desires that push conventional boundaries. All characters are adults. Read at your own discretion. You have been warned.