How Does They'Re Watching End?

On the day Winter Everhart suffers a miscarriage, her husband, Joshua Stroud, and their son, Terence, are out with his beloved Jessica Lynch. They watch the very performance Winter has always loved. "You're just so unreasonable. What's the point of all this?" "Dad, can you get me a new mom? She's so annoying!" On Winter's birthday, she returns from the hospital only to find Joshua celebrating Jessica's instead. Even Terence, the child she nearly gave her life to bring into the world, pledges to protect the woman who has stolen everything from her. Tears glisten in Winter's eyes as she smiles. Then, with quiet resolve, she walks away from the cage of a marriage that has bound her for five years. Joshua and Terence believe she won't survive without the Stroud family. What they don't expect is that she rises so high that they can no longer reach her. "Mr. Stroud! Mrs. Stroud's car design is now number one nationwide—Stroud Group has been completely outshone!" "Mr. Stroud! Mrs. Stroud has just won the World Championship in Artificial Intelligence Design!" "Mr. Stroud! Mrs. Stroud has been invited by a foreign president to attend a state banquet!" Regret tears Joshua apart. Dragging Terence with him, he kneels before Winter and pleads, "Honey, please give me another chance! If being your servant is what it takes, I'll do it!" But just beyond the door, a strikingly handsome man kneels on one knee, a leather collar fastened around his neck. Twining a diamond leash around Winter's palm, he vows with his gaze burning with feverish devotion, "My master, from this moment on, I bow to no one but you. Please, take me in."

“Olivia.” His voice was husky with want. “I’m going to make you feel so good, baby.” She took his one hand in both of hers and pulled the index finger into her mouth, gently sucking on it, then releasing it. Her eyes were bright with lust, and his cock hardened as her tongue flicked the end of his finger, teasing him. “I believe you,” she whispered. She moved his hand over her breasts now, down her flat stomach. His fingers found her hot, wet centre and they both groaned. “Touch me, Dallas.” Her arms wrapped around his neck, and she shifted her hips to give him greater access. “Please…” **** Olivia Jameson has it all: beauty, fame, money, adoration. But one fan wants more than her image. When his messages turn obscene, then terrifying, and he crosses the ultimate line by appearing inside her home, Olivia realizes her perfect life is a carefully lit illusion. She needs protection. Now. **** Dallas Foreman is a former sniper turned bodyguard: big, lethal, disciplined. He’s wanted Olivia for years, but wanting her and protecting her are two very different things. His job is simple: keep her alive, keep his hands off her, and stop the man hunting her. Desire can wait. **** Until Dallas uncovers a truth far more dangerous than a stranger in the shadows: the stalker may be someone Olivia trusts. As the walls close in and violence strikes close to home, Dallas must choose how far he’s willing to go to save the woman he loves. And if Olivia survives, will fear leave room for trust – or for him?

Blake: "You think stalkers just watch? That’s cute." His dark chuckle sends a shiver down your spine. "You’re in for a real surprise." Demitri: "When I speak, people obey. It’s that simple. Even you won’t say no to me." Lucas: "Killing isn’t the thrill—it’s the build-up, the precision, the art in it. How can’t you see that?" When a dark romance author ventures onto the dark web in search of real-life inspiration, she makes a daring request: to shadow a stalker, a serial killer, and the mafia’s Don for a week to better understand their worlds. What starts as research for her latest novel quickly turns into something far more dangerous. Blake, the obsessive stalker, Demitri, the commanding mafia Don, and Lucas, the twisted killer, each agree to let her into their lives—but none of them plan to let her go. Now, the author finds herself not just writing a dark romance, but living it, as all three men decide they want her for themselves. The question isn’t just how she’ll escape—but which one of them will claim her first.

His voice dropped lower. “You saw the news, didn’t you? The little warning on the LED TV?” Her eyes flickered. “…Yes, sir.” “Then why didn’t you turn back?” Her mouth opened, but no words came out. “And you saw they’ve never shown my face on the news.” He tapped his temple, eyes glinting. “But now you’re staring right at me. You know exactly what I look like. You think I’ll let you walk away?” “No! Please!” Isabella’s voice cracked, tears falling. “I promise with my mother’s grave—I’ll never speak of this! Please, just spare me!” Alessandro smirked, lifting his gun. “People like you swear. People like you also betray. Let’s see…” Her whole body locked. “No, no, please—” The gun fired. Isabella screamed. But when she opened her eyes, the bullet hole smoked in the wooden floor beside her. Her chest heaved. Her hands shook. She collapsed onto the ground, sobbing. Alessandro leaned back, laughing softly. Then—something in her snapped. She pushed herself up on trembling legs. “You want to kill me? Then fucking do it!” His brows lifted. “What the fuck is wrong with you gangsters?” she yelled, her voice shaking. “Do I look like someone who can hurt you? You almost made me wet my pants out there with your bullets. Do you think that’s funny?” One of his men growled, stepping forward, hand raised. “How dare you talk to the boss like that—” “Stop,” Alessandro ordered sharply, raising his hand without taking his eyes off her. Isabella’s chest heaved. “You think taking lives is funny?” She beat her chest with her fist. “Fine. I’m going to walk out that door right now. Shoot me if you want.”

"I thought I was escaping a monster. I didn’t realize I was walking straight into his lair." After ten years of living in the shadows of her obsessed ex-boyfriend, Elena Vance finally has a chance at a real life. The prestigious role at Vane Enterprises in Las Vegas isn't just a dream job. Her new boss, Julian Vane, is everything the headlines say: cold, calculating, and breathtakingly beautiful. He’s also a ghost from her past,the untouchable "Senior King" from St. Jude’s Academy who shouldn't even know her name. But as the "mask" Elena uses to protect herself begins to slip, the coincidences start. A box of childhood candy on her desk. A necklace she lost a decade ago returned to her hand. Anonymous gifts that feel less like gestures of affection and more like evidence of surveillance. Elena is convinced her ex has found her, and when he finally corners her in the office, Julian is the only one there to save her. By the time Elena moves into Julian’s private penthouse for her "protection," the truth begins to unravel. The room he’s prepared for her is a perfect, brick-by-brick replica of her childhood bedroom. The security cameras aren't just for her safety,they’ve been tracking her every breath since she was thirteen years old. Julian hasn't just cleared her path; he’s dictated every tragedy and lucky break she’s ever had. He has a ring on another woman’s finger and a father determined to see Elena destroyed, but Julian has no intention of ever letting her leave. He didn't just find her. He created her. He’s not just watching her life. He’s owning it.

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.