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Now I am curious how he came to that conclusion. “Well, Samuel is always self-sacrificing. His village shunned him after they found out that he would be the one to lead them, but he still worked in the shadows to fight the invasion. He saved them and died a martyr, all alone without anyone even knowing what he did for them. How is that not your heartbreak and guilt coming through in your writing?” He says. I am stunned at this. “I didn’t mention anything about guilt….” I trail off, but Reid only gives me a sad smile.

Moments spent with you were the last good time of my life. You were the last good thing that ever happened to me. Chrisanna I'm shaking. When Samuel started to narrate his life which he had years ago in Australia, it started with something way too small and it started growing from saddening to horrific. It's horrific. I still can't believe whatever I have just heard is real— any of it real. It shudders me from the core, from the deepest core that he had endured so much. He went through the most horrific things that can happen to anyone. Alone.

And as we walked, Sam's story unfolded like a dark, twisted fairy tale, full of secrets and lies, of pain and betrayal. And I knew, in that moment, that I was hooked. Hooked on Sam, on his story, on the secrets he kept hidden behinAs we walked, Sam's story poured out like a river, carrying me along with its twists and turns. I listened, entranced, as he spoke of his childhood, of the curse that had been placed upon him, and of the struggles he had faced. And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the story stopped. Sam's eyes snapped back to mine, and I felt a jolt of electricity run through my veins.

liam nodded his head as no and said "leave it samuel" samuel sighed and said "how many times I told you to call me sam as I'm like big brother to you" liam said "sorry" sam pulled liam along with him and started applying ointment liam didn't even winced with pain liam asked "what you wants to become when you become big" liam replied "I want to become next mafia king" sam sighed because of his same words sam and Liam raised together since from childhood sam is two years elder than liam where he goes to school but liam will be in training for whole day

A/N: This will only be a very short prologue to hopefully get you a little curious about Samantha's story. This book will contain mature, steamy scenes, swearing, and heavy context. So this is an explicit 18+ book, read at own risk!!!⚠️⚠️⚠️ Btw I am a beginner in writing. It might take you a couple of chapters to fully get into the story, so please don't give up too soon on me❤❤❤

But as the flames were about to reach the cushion, she picked it up without hesitation and turned to leave. Watching her walk away, I finally gave up on her. Samuel shouted immediately, "Penny, save Matthew!" He stomped his foot in frustration, then charged into the flames. Just as he got close to me, he shot me a mocking smile, then raised his hand and slapped himself hard across the face. A loud crack rang out as he fell to the ground. I stared at him in disbelief. Hearing the sound, Amelia tossed the cushion out the door, then turned and lifted Samuel into her arms. She glared at me with pure hatred. "Since you don't want to leave the fire, just stay here!"

She immediately panicked and came to take him away. She looked at me with a sharp, probing gaze, as if terrified I might try to steal her man again. After that, I lost track of her entirely. By then, Samuel had passed the age for career advancement. Rumors about his sexuality had forced him to give up good opportunities, and he had to start over at a different company. His life became tied to a cognitively impaired son and a web of family scandal. Honestly, I couldn't help but think that his life had become a total mess.

They had said, before chasing me out into the street. The world had taken everything from me once. And now, I sat across from another man, this time my husband, who wouldn’t even acknowledge me, trapped in a silence heavier than any words ever could. It wasn’t my fault that I was his wife. I never asked for this life. I never asked to be here. And yet, here I was—Samantha Cander, pretending to be Mrs. David Smith. Trapped in a marriage that wasn’t real, in a house that wasn’t mine, living a life I never chose, because I had no choice but to survive.

[ SAMANTHA'S POV ] Daniel reached out, grabbed my upper arm, and pulled me hard behind a thick wall of tall green ferns. The big leaves rustled loudly over our heads, hiding us from the main path. "Are you crazy?" Daniel whispered, his voice sharp and fast. He looked at my face, his eyes wide with fear as his hands gripped my coat sleeves tight. "Look at you, Samantha. You are so thin. Your face is pale! What is he doing to you inside that house?"

He placed an old leather journal on the table. Dust covered its surface. Across the front... Elegant handwriting read: Gabriel Hart Elena's heartbeat quickened. She slowly opened the journal. The first several pages contained medical research. Patient notes. Treatment ideas. Nothing unusual. Then... Halfway through... The handwriting changed. The entries became hurried. Uneven. Fear crept into every sentence. --- Samuel has gone too far. The Patron refuses to stop him. If anything happens to me, Richard must never continue this project.