Shrouded

[MATURE CONTENTS, NO RAPE, VIOLENCE, DARK] She didn't realize she was slowly falling deeply for the handsome billionaire who always hid in the shadows, shrouded in darkness and mystery. Despite the blaring alarm in her head screaming 'danger alert,' she just had to trust him. But he wasn’t just a wealthy heartthrob; he was a bad boy with sinister intentions. He became her weapon for revenge, an addiction that transformed her into a villain. (EXTRACT) Eamon's gaze flicked to the name tag on her uniform, which read "Mia." He smirked, clearly aware of the deception. "Heather, do you think you can save your life from me in a hospital?" he teased. "Well, if... if you're a disease," Heather retorted, trying to regain some semblance of control. Eamon chuckled softly, a chilling sound. "Sure I am. A terminal one." "Anyway, Mr. Eamon, sorry for taking things the wrong way this morning. Perhaps you thought I was mocking your blindness by saying you changed my clothes," she said sincerely. "It's alright," Eamon replied, a hint of amusement in his tone. "I saw everything though." Heather blinked in confusion. "Huh? But... you're blind. How can you see everything like you claimed?" Eamon's smile widened, and he leaned in slightly. "Let me tell you a secret then, Ms Heather," he said, removing his dark lenses to reveal a set of emerald green eyes. "You have a fading tattoo 'A & H' on your left waist and a tiny black dotty mole underneath your right breast," Eamon said, his voice low and intimate. Heather: "...." Eamon's eyes bore into hers, a predatory glint in them. "You can't hide from me, Heather. Not in a hospital, not anywhere."

***** "As long as you can make him pay." I bravely said between my cries. A playful grin appeared on his lips, amused by my pain. He was the devil, but I didn't care. It was a risk I was ready to take. "Anything, including giving yourself to the devil." He chirped That should have been a warning telling me to turn back, but instead, I nodded at him. "Only a devil can handle another devil." His grin grew wider, a laugh escaping his lips. Those evil lips parted, and each word left me more dumbfounded: "For starters, strip right here and now." My mouth fell agape taken back by his request. It was beyond my expectations; I was still lost in a dilemma when the devil spoke again. "I don't have all day, Mrs Romanov." He urged me. ****** A lady's best day was meant to be her wedding day, but that was not the case for Adelina, a Mafia princess. Adelina's dreams were shattered when her newly wedded husband ruthlessly betrayed her family on her wedding day. Pushed by revenge and the desperate need to escape her husband, Adelina persistently sought out the help of Mikhail, a business tycoon shrouded with mysteries unknown to her the secrets he carries. But why would Mikhail, the Lycan King, want to help his brother's wife seek her revenge despite the rivalry between the brothers and the fact Adelina is his fated mate? She will always be a weak human to him. What will be the fate between Adelina and Mikhail as they try to navigate this unwanted bond between them? Why don't you check this intriguing story that blurs the line between hate and love as Adelina and Mikhail's relationship becomes increasingly complicated with each step as mysteries are unravelled?

Verssa Yanng, at a youthful nineteen years of age, boasts an undeniable allure, his striking visage, height six feet in stature, lean yet sturdy. His attractiveness is undeniable; he possesses a universally pleasing look that captivates from every angle. By the tender age of eighteen, Vers had already ascended to the summit of the fashion world as a coveted Top Super Model, dominating the runways of fashion weeks across nearly all continents. At nineteen, his cameo appearance in a movie unexpectedly seized the spotlight, with the supporting role eclipsing even the film's protagonist. Yet, the rosy facade of fame conceals its thorns. Beneath the dazzle lay the shadows of terror: malevolent letters, corrosive threats, and the persistent nocturnal intrusion of rabid fans knocking on his apartment door. Vers recalls having relocated over five times due to the relentless leakage of his whereabouts to his fanatic followers. One night, after a midnight shoot, Vers almost get kidnaped by a group that blocked his car and forcibly pulled him out. An escape landed him in a hospital bed, where he awoke to the presence of a mysterious figure in black. Gale Anderson, a former war veteran turned professional bodyguard, now stands as a sentinel for Vers. A very quiet and mysterious man, handsome yet frigid. His countenance rarely betrays emotion, six feet and five inches tall. His broad hands lifted Vers's slight frame with ease that rendered him akin to a mere child in his grasp. His aura is shrouded in enigma, withholding the identity of his employer, yet his mission remains unwavering: to keep Vers safe by any means necessary. For Vers, unfortunately, it's like a living nightmare; his freedom was robbed as his watchful bodyguard trailed him incessantly, even to the restroom.