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Eva POV It was unfortunate that I was stuck back to this mansion. Becoming a solo queen here was not really that bad but somehow I had to leav ethis place because here my biiggest competitor on the way to my success was my so called my boyfriend. The more I think about it, the more pissed I get about my expectations of finding a better plan for my further work against Alan Richards but how I could I not know that Alan is the biggest mafia, not scared of anything. The other factor that comforts me is this arm I am lying in. The warmth I feel from his undenying affection makes me crave for him.

She had a wickedly sweet smile as she walked out and I knew she was up to no good. Mrs. Avery is a very manipulative woman. She can even make best friends turn enemies and business partners rivals. I have seen that happen before. It makes me question if our love would stand through the storm she was brewing. I love him way too much and it helped that he loved me just as much. This reminder reduced my doubts and fears a little.

She raised her brows. “Seriously?” He narrowed his eyes at her. “Yes, seriously! Ah yous should check it out too, come I’ll read it out to you, it’s great!” She clapped her hands in excitement. “No thank you, you know I don’t read romance,” He shook his head. “But it’s a unique one,” She protested, “A popular mystery/thriller writer is thrown inside her own novel! How cool is that?” “Hmm?” he raised his brows. “Did it pick your interest?” She wiggled her brows. “Ah, the guy has the same name as you, by the way,” She added.

She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.

Ethan might still come, he can't possibly be asleep by this time. It's not so late. She's just gonna read while waiting for him. She selected a novel and went to sit in front of the fireplace. * "Wow" Irish yawned. She was done reading the novel and Ethan isn't here yet. She stood up and put the novel back to it's place before walking out of the library. "What the..." She said after seeing the two unfamiliar men again. They were staring at her like she caught them doing something bad. And why are they looking so dusty.

Anthony's lips curved into a twisted smile. "Works for me," Faith said and strode away. Anthony smiled. You will regret this, Ms. Williams, he thought to himself. He didn't know why he bothered to entertain this situation, but something about her made him want to try it. She had an air of mystery around her. Something told him she wasn't all that meek and powerless. He wanted to see what she would do if he pushed her over the edge. He wasn't a sadist, but he could use some entertainment in his life.

How much I’d let him in. He was dangerous in a way I hadn’t expected. Not because he was powerful or rich or surrounded by people who could kill with their bare hands. He was dangerous because he made me want to try again. And I didn’t know if I had the strength to risk breaking all over again.

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His cold, rigid stance oozes lethal, hot-as-hell danger, almost like the Mafia kingpins in Anna's romance novels. He looks every bit the accomplished billionaire. New York City's most eligible bachelor. His perfect appearance makes me conscious of how…untidy I must look and heat creeps into my cheeks. I mean, give me a break, I just got out of bed and I'm currently being treated to one of the biggest shocks of my entire life. My hair is probably all over the places, and my eyes are most definitely puffy. I look no where as perfectly groomed as Miss Halloway, his babe-to-be.

The Eddie who still had a sparkle in his eyes, but a flicker of something else had begun to cloud them – ambition, perhaps, or a restlessness that hadn't been there before. It wasn't the sleek, polished Eddie of the present, but the one from just before the cracks began to show in our relationship. The Eddie who still had a sparkle in his eyes, but a flicker of something else had begun to cloud them – ambition, perhaps, or a restlessness that hadn't been there before. We were in our tiny apartment, the familiar scent of old books and stale coffee clinging to the air. I sat curled up on the worn sofa, a half-written story sprawled out on my lap. The rhythmic tapping of my pen was the only sou