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Brown hands trembled as he backed away, mumbling another apology before hastily exiting the office. Alone in his office, Fidelis stared at the folder resting on his desk. His gaze lingered on it, his heartbeat quickening despite his better judgment. He was aware he shouldn’t, but his curiosity overwhelmed him. He reached out, his fingertips grazing the edge of the file before he drew it closer. Name: Vera Susan. Age: 21. She had been a media studies major at Georgia University, attending on a full scholarship. However, she had not completed even a single semester.

Always positioned to be visible. Always shining beneath dirt and bruises. She was a jewel buried in the mud, and the right King knew how to dig up treasure. But his Luna Vera, she saw it too. Vera was razor-beautiful. Tall, lethal, with a mouth made for snarling. Her long black hair was braided tight like a crown of warning thorns. Her authority came not from softness, but from fear. She hated Veronica instantly. “If it looks like a whore and acts like a whore,” Vera sneered, repeating her mantra one morning.

Well shit, its the end! Damn, I really enjoyed writing this novel. I loved the lessons its taught me and I love the person I've become through writing this book. Especially Valerie. I love who she's become. I love she's finally able to trust those around her, I love that she continues to fight no matter how much times life interferes, intent and making her stay down! I wanted a character who doesn't hide their emotions, a character who embraces them but is also burdened by them. I wanted a character who wore her heart on her sleeve no matter how dangerous it was especially in a cruel world.

The entryway is quiet, with no sign of anyone else being home, not even the maids. "Do you think Uncle Santos is here?" Valerie whispers, her voice still slurred. "He's still at his birthday party of course," I replied, wondering if she lost her senses as she got drunk. I led her to Vera's room, tried opening the door but it was locked, I shaked the handle for a while but it didn't open I totally forgot to ask Vera for her door card. " Jasper....I'm tired!!" Valerie broke the silence groaning. " Let's go to my room, I pull her along".

That question made Elena hesitate for a few seconds, but it didn't stop Vera from putting more thoughts in her head. "You're just an insignificant woman in his life, Elena. Let me be the first to tell you that. You'll just be the next Della." That made Elena freeze. "Della?" "Yes, I'm well aware that Mr. Valerius is using her to get information about the company, but I'm sure he hasn't told you anything about her, has he?" When Elena did not reply, Vera continued. "She's just like you, Elena. Touching her burned Eamon's skin just like yours does now. Mr. Valerius was so obsessed with her and he made her feel special. Took good care of her, took her out from an abusive relationship, made her

But Silas Vane had made one fatal mistake, he had underestimated the desperation of a woman who had already lost everything once. Verina moved toward the library, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs that made it difficult to breathe, she reached into the hollowed out heel of her shoe and retrieved the USB drive, the small piece of plastic feeling like a jagged blade in her palm. She knew she only had a window of about twenty minutes before the head of Silas’s security, a man named Miller who had eyes like a hawk and the soul of a machine, would perform his first physical perimeter check. She walked to the large, floor to ceiling bookshelves that lined the western wall, her

Chapter 3: First Taste. Elena’s POV I almost didn’t go. I spent the entire next day trying to talk myself out of it. I went to work, sat through meetings, answered emails, and pretended everything was normal. But the whole time, Adrian’s words from the bar kept circling in my head. “Use me. Let me fuck you the way he never could.” By the time I got home that evening, I was restless. Angry. And beneath all of it, something hotter and more dangerous was simmering.

Until ‘her. Valentina Vega is everything he thinks he doesn’t need: loud, confident, Mexican fire in heels. She’s running from a broken engagement and a betrayal that burned her heart to ash. The last thing she wants is another man—especially not the stranger she spent one reckless night with in a Manhattan club. But fate’s cruel. Because when she walks into her new job on Monday morning, she finds him behind the desk. Her new boss. And he’s not just the hot, brooding stranger she thought he was.

Vera had a dirty secret she didn't want anyone to know. Back in college, Vera had a boyfriend who got her pregnant. When she informed the guy about it, the guy threw her out of his home. The same home, Vera was paying the rent for. He was bold and told her, he never loved her. Olivia had gone to her parents by then. Vera ended up in my hostel. She told me everything. Olivia didn't know about Vera's relationship because Vera felt all the guys liked Olivia and she felt she may lose her guy to Olivia. She decided to keep the pregnancy but the guy invited her over and ended up drugging her. She did not just lose the baby, her womb was destroyed in the process. Once out of the hospital, Vera went

She walks with her arms crossed not in defensiveness but in the way people do when they're thinking hard and need to hold themselves together to do it. I let the silence run. I've always been comfortable with silence. Most people feel the need to fill it — they start talking and the talking becomes noise and the noise becomes the thing that prevents anything real from happening. Vera doesn't do that. She sits inside silence the same way she sat inside that bar at the gala — like she owns it. It's the thing about her I keep coming back to without meaning to. She is the only person I've met who is louder when she isn't speaking.