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I wouldn't show weakness to him. Romeo dragged me from the bed outside the room with him. "I will show you the evidence. Lets see how much you'll believe Dominick then" Romeo declared. We entered a huge room and Romeo pushed me to the ground, leaving me landing hard on my knees. I groaned out, the pain was excruciating. Soon, a huge display screen appeared in front of us and as he already explained earlier, it was Dominick in the video, shooting young girls dressed in prostitute clothes.

If he leaves me to die after this then it will be a painful death for me. I am at that point in my life where there is only darkness in the future and this darkness is going to increase after the return of king Eric Leonor. I can just pray for an easy death though it is not possible for me to have an easy death because the one who holds my life in his hand and the one who owns me is a cruel and heartless person.

, she said looking at him with a different kind of emotion in her eyes which Samrat is failed to read for the first time. She is saying thank you for being on her side when she has no one around and sorry for not having the potential in her to love him back. Even she wants to give him a chance but she can't. She is not that matured to forgive him . The things he did to gain her are forgivable. Now also she can't predict that how moch extent he can go for her . The love which is turned out to be very dark for both of them . "HIS DARK LOVE ".

Will he ever regret for what he did to Luna. What will happen between Melissa and Gabriel? Will she forgive him or move on. Indeed there are many questions. But your lovely author is ready to answer them. Oh no. Not with words but with my new story. Like I already once told you guys I have other plans for Hunter and that was my plan. A New Dark Romance Story of Hunter Knight. Monstrous Love. Monstrous Love is not a sequel of Billionaire's Madness but it's only a story of Hunter knight's life.

"I know how to treat a woman." He must of been a serial killer. Definitely fits the description of one. "Who are you?" I ask and take a step toward the man. A sloppy grin takes over his face. "Dexton Rivers. You?" Holding my posture strong, I say, "Skylar." He frowns. "Just Skylar? No last name?" his eyes rake over my body, making me very uncomfortable. I can already tell he's thinking of things no sane person should think of.

he suddenly spoke, his voice still held that cockiness and sturdiness yet it felt like he was whispering, "but I'm not a bad guy either. I'm just like you, pretty lady, just living my life as each day goes on." My face tilted into his hand. I desperately wanted him to touch me, caress me, anything. I just wanted to feel his overly warm hand on any part of my skin, "but that of course doesn't mean that I haven't caused trouble wherever I went. I live for chaos, I live to drive people mad, question and laugh in the face of authority. That's just who I am...that's who Romeo is." "Romeo? What does he have anything to do with this?"

Napakuyom ang mga kamao ko kasabay ng pagpikit ko ng mariin at pagpakawala ng isang mabigat na buntong hininga. 'You don't know me, Your Majesty, You don't know what's inside of this beauty of mine, it keeps a lot of secrets that can deceive anyone by just looking at it." Dumako ang tingin ko ang Trex, I drifted away my gaze to him. Tumayo ako at nilapitan 'to. Emotionless, I caressed his cheeks.

The cool midnight air greeted him with the fragrance of roses. He felt the relief instantly, his anxiety dissipating, blown away by the night breeze, leaving only the scent of roses clinging to him like a permanent lover. For a ruthless mafia like him, who’d taken countless lives in the seedy underbelly of Chicago, he couldn’t understand why he found roses to be so comforting. They were such fragile plants, their petals so delicate, like humans whom he could easily crush with his palms. Still, whatever it was, it always did the trick. The scent calmed him down and he relaxed.

But my body is a traitor. His eyes drop to my lips again, his thumb brushing slowly over my wrist. The subtle movement is electric. "I need to leave," I whisper. "No, you don't," he counters. And then his head descends, slowly, deliberately. Until he kisses me. It's not a tender kiss, not romantic. It's something darker that I can't explain. I should fight him. I should. But then his tongue traces my bottom lip, too teasing, too enticing, and the fragile walls I've built around myself begin to crumble.

I reached for my phone my fingers shaking and tried calling him. It rang once then the call failed. No signal. That was impossible the mansion always had signal. A soft sound came from the living room to my left. A slow deliberate step. I turned my head slowly. The lights in the living room flickered once then went out. Darkness covered half the ground floor. My breath became shallow. "Who is there?" I demanded, trying to sound Silence answered me. Then another step, this time. I took a step back my heel almost slipping on the floor. My mind screamed at me to run but my body would not turn its back to the darkness.