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This guy was playing on an entirely new level compared to the men I’d dated. “I’m not a mermaid.” I tried to take the book back, but Golden Man’s grip was stronger than I’d anticipated. “Give that back.” “If you say please.” He smiled, his teeth white and straight and obnoxious. I scowled. “How about I promise not to hit you again and give you an actual concussion instead?” “Americans have a strange way of saying please.” Backed into a proverbial corner, I finally muttered please, very tempted to carry out my threat of hitting him a second time. Holding the book to my chest, I narrowed my eyes at the Golden Man.

“I have received the remaining harmony from him and also cleared off my debts. I drop at his feet, no one can save me even if I scream and yell for help. I crawled back to my room waiting for my extinction. AN This is the first chapter of the book, please, don't judge me on my English, people make mistakes. Correct me with love and I will be thankful. Thank you for giving this book a chance, and please — do drop your comments.

PREVIEW Chapter 1: The House That Raised Us The sun caught the edges of the grand staircase, turning dust motes into slow arcs of suspended light. Arlo’s hands moved over the polished marble with meticulous care. Each stroke of the cloth was precise, deliberate because in this house, a mistake was more than a slip. It was a reminder of where he stood: the servant’s son, the invisible shadow in a world that belonged to others. He had learned early that the house’s rules extended beyond what was spoken. Every footstep, every glance, every breath had a place and a time. He pressed his palms harder against the rail, watching his reflection ripple in the shine.

The Wrong Vow, My Perfect Match Chapter 139: The Key and the Lie The storm intensified. Rain poured from the sky in relentless sheets. Water rushed beneath the bridge. Thunder echoed through the stone arches. Yet none of it seemed as dangerous as the man standing before them. The silver-eyed stranger remained calm. Almost relaxed. As though the situation was unfolding exactly as expected. Ama tightened her grip on the key. The cold metal seemed to pulse faintly against her palm. Waiting.

was the coldest of all. "Stay away from her." The man smirked. "And if I don't?" Keiv didn't answer. Instead... He took one step forward. Just one. Yet it was enough to make the stranger instinctively step back. As if he had recognized the man standing before him. His eyes narrowed. "Oh... So you're guarding her." Keiv remained silent. "Leave." The two stared at each other for several long seconds. Finally the man grinned. "Fine. Not today."

But he’d learn one thing before this was over. I don’t break easy. I turned toward the stairs, toward the attic room they’d assigned me — cold, small, high up where no one would see me cry — and froze. Standing in the shadow at the end of the hall was a man I’d never seen before. Tall. Broad-shouldered. His eyes — the color of storm clouds — locked onto mine, and in that heartbeat, I knew. Nothing was as it seemed. Not the debt. Not the Alpha. Not even myself. He lifted a finger to his lips. Quiet. Then he stepped back into the dark — and was gone. [Chapter 1 Ends]

I walked slowly, knowing they had found me. I walked quietly on the tips of my toes to the wall beside the door and prepared myself to hit the person behind the door. The door opened slowly, and the man stepped into my room only to get a lamp against his head. He hissed as he stepped back. I took this moment to step forward, ready to fight for my life, and I realized it was a strange man. "You're going to pay for that, bitch!" He growled something in his language, rubbing his head. He suddenly stepped forward and kicked my legs from under me, making me fall to the ground. Before I could register what was happening, he started to kick me in the stomach as I gasped for air.

Chapter 56 I look at all their faces marking them one after the other though some kept hiding behind the backs of those that are innocent but the foolish ones did not know that I had marked them while I patiently waited when they would reveal themselves to me. "Let me go you fool," the man cursed trying to remove my arm on his neck I held him tight on his throat asking him to start speaking else he would not live to see the end of today. Someone was trying to hit me with a long piece of wood at the back of my neck. Unfortunately for him the butcher man threw his knife at him instantly the person dropped dead.

He was on the phone talking to someone. “ yeah, ill be there.” He said and ended the call. We are still waiting for him to talk when he finally notices us. He looks like he doesn’t know if he should be telling us. “ im going to return her phone” he said and storm out the room. We all looked at each other and land a smirk on our faces. I can smell something different on that arrogant dude. -=-=-=-= end of chapter 15 -=-=-=-

Somehow, her bottom was only covered with a thin cloth. Jean covered her upper body with her hands because the mysterious man intensely stared at her. His stare made her uncomfortable. The man approached Jean, who was still frozen with a slightly trembling body with fear. "Open." He coldly ordered her again. Jean then opened her hand. The man whispered right in her ear. "I bought you at a brothel-" The man paused. "So ... You are my bitch. CHAPTER 1 New York City, one of the busiest cities in America. A city with all its routines without knowing the time.