Shadows of Deception
“Listen to me, if you’re-“
“Shut up.”
I was taken aback by his sudden choice of word.
“Let’s get something straight miss Grey, I do not appreciate people talking to me, and I loathe it more when people talk back at me. Truthfully, you are crossing your limit and patience with me. So from now on, you’ll do exactly what I say and as I say. You understand me?”
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Mystery. Romance. Deceit.
Finding evidences of her dead brother’s whereabouts, Becky Grey believes that he is still alive.
In pursuit to find her brother and restore her family’s remaining happiness, she encounters the infamous and Godforsakenly alluring Russian bastard Sinister Alexander Salvaltore and gets ensnared in his plan of capturing her brother. In order to attain his goal, he offers her a deal.
However, the deeper she dives into the tangles of Sinister’s merciless world, she finds herself in a hauntingly farmiliar past. A past that she has been erased from- A past that she cannot escape.
Unsettling secrets loom the air of her maddening relationship with Sinister.
The question is, will she run from him? Or to him?
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Chapter: Fiance? (Sinister’s POV)Sinister’s POV I should hate this girl. She's nothing but problems. And yet, I find it most difficult to stare away right now. Her dark hair tousled down her back and over her shoulder as she leaned against the leather interior of the limo. She pressed her head gently against it as her eyes grew wary and distant. She'd been peeling the dead skin off her fingertips subconsciously since we got in here. Were the heels really that high? I shouldn't have asked the lady for the best pair. I should have just gone with the most comfortable pair. It was my fault. But how was I to know she couldn't walk in them? How was I to know anything about her? The navy gown clung to her body effortlessly. If anything, she could easily get mistaken for an angel fallen upon the earth. God. I pushed the thought away. What the actual fuck was I saying? She was a fallen angel sure, one just like Lucifer at least. Fallen upon me to frustrate the living daylight out of me. Her face glowed under the moonligh
Last Updated: 2024-06-03
Chapter: “The beginning of our end…”~^~ "Me being with you would have been dangerous, Becky. I couldn't live with myself if something happened to you because of my selfish decision." “James knew, didn't he? You were with him that day when you went after Vincelli." I strained my voice to even speak. With a pause, “Yes, but I couldn't get you involved anymore. Grey, you have this life ahead of you. It's a great life, why are you looking back?" “Because you're there." “Becky," he breathed, stunned at that, his eyes softening. “You have my heart. You’ll always do. I'm perplexed as to what you see in a monster like me but maybe that's why I'm so drawn to you. You see me as virtuously human and I feel otherwise and somehow or the other you see me as worthy and I could never understand your kindness. I love you, fuck, you make me so weak." Slipping my hand into his, I closed the space between us, pressing my body against his and my head against his chest. His heartbeat was fast and steady as he wrapped his free ha
Last Updated: 2024-06-02
Chapter: “Don’t leave me. Please…”~^~ "He was one of my closest friends. Shall I have this dance? For him?" James asks as he puts out his hand. Pleasantly, I danced with him and it almost felt as if he was trying to sober me back up before someone else asked for a dance. Dance after dance and my feet were getting sore. Many of Archer's friends seemed to somehow have 'taken a liking to me' as Archer said in a somewhat cautious manner when he pulled me aside but I assured him that they weren't my type. God even knows what my type was. Walking back to the bar, I had another drink, and because I was a "lady" and most importantly, Archer's long-lost little sister, I had to upkeep a decent reputation- wine- no beer for me. Also, I couldn't kick that one guy violently to smash his banana when he tried to slide his hand down the equator. “I’m not sure if you're trying to get drunk or sober:" A man said to me from the side. “Is both an option?" "Only if you're trying to kill yourself." He started with a soft short
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Chapter: Even after the odds.*~*The weight of the world seemed to be crashing down upon me or rather tugging mercilessly at the strings that sewed together the broken pieces of my heart. The entire flight I kept to myself and the weeks that came as well.Everything felt painful and it wasn't even that time of the month. “Do you know, when it was your birthday while you were in the coma, he spent every single second of the day with you? He didn't even give a shit about work. Whatever that day was, he canceled all plans and stayed at your bedside for every second. He was in so much pain seeing you like that, Becky. I almost envied that- that brotherly affection. It was beyond me."Snapping back to her attention as I heard that I held back a tear from escaping, she was right. I was being so selfish right now. I'm grieving but it feels like I'm hurting everyone around me.“I’m sorry," I said softly trying to recollect myself and my thoughts. "Let's do something for him. He deserves it."There was a certain light to
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Chapter: “For the betterment…”~^~“Jesus." I heard him say softly.“Well, I mean it's Becky, but I guess I can work with Jesus if you want."Not a moment passed by when I felt strong arms embrace me."I thought you were.” He choked within his sentence filled with joy and sadness and a somewhat bitter longing. “But. you're here, you're okay."Returning his hug, I felt so many emotions swarm within my soul, I missed you, James. I was looking for you. You said you'd come back two years ago and-""I did Becky, believe me, I did. My heart broke when I saw you in the hospital in that state I just didn't know what to do. I felt like I failed you, I disappointed you and Mare. I didn't get to you in time.""James," I said faintly, "Marc-""I know, but I keep telling myself that he's in a better place."In that second the back door near us bolted open and an awestruck Moe stood with his face paled as he saw James who released me slowly and faced him with kind eyes, "Jamie?"My voice dripping with agony brought his attention
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Chapter: Tying up loose ends.~^~As the sun gave birth to the sky, I quickly packed my luggage and left the apartıment leaving a 'Be Back Soon' note to Nadia on the refrigerator. So help me God, let me know what I'm doing. Somehow it just felt right to go there.Walking into the airport, I went to my flight and sat at my specified seat. Taking a deep breath, shut my eyes ready for the flight to take off when I heard a familiar voice. “You forgot this."Looking up I saw Nadia arching her eyebrows while taking the seat next to me, giving me my phone."What are you doing here?" I frowned, shocked at her presence. Nadia inhaled deeply and tiredly made herself comfortable in the seat, "I honestly don't know why but somehow this trip seems to be important to you. Also, your company kind of grew on me."Smugly I smiled, “Aww, you mean you'd miss me."She rolled her eyes and asked, "So where exactly are we going'?"“I have no idea.""Becky, you can't be serious!" She exclaimed as we walked into the airport, "You didn't
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Chapter: Weird happenings.CAMILA_^_I stood frozen in my room, my bare feet were rooted to the hardwood, my breath was hitching as Katherine’s laugh faded into the fog outside. King’s voice—low, lethal, *“Get behind me”*—was still ringing in my ears, but I couldn’t move, my silver bracelet was clinking faintly as my hands trembled. Someone had been here. In my space. And that laugh—high, wild, hers—had turned my blood to ice.“Camila,” King snapped, his hand was grabbing my wrist, pulling me back from the window. His hazel eyes were blazing, his jaw was clenched tight beneath the stubble, and his heat was seeping into me, grounding me even as my mind spun. “I said get behind me.”I yanked free, my voice was shaking but sharp. “Don’t touch me! What the hell’s going on, King? That was Katherine and someone was in my room. You’re not telling me anything, and I’m done with it!”He stepped closer, his boots were crunching over the glass, his broad shoulders were blocking the window’s light. “I don’t know yet,” he
Last Updated: 2025-03-06
Chapter: Weird dinner time.CAMILA *^* "I'd like to make a point..." I started, few mintues after sitting for dinner. After freshening up and sorting myself out, I came down for dinner, expecting to see the visitors, but it was just king. Maybe they weren’t here yet. I was sitting opposite King who still hasn’t spared me an ounce of attention since I came. "Mr. king, I have a few things to lay off about this contract." I said again, this time grabbing his attention as he paused halfway into sticking a piece of beef into his mouth. King raised his head to speak for this first time tonight. "I never thought of you as the type to not acknowledge table manners, Miss Frost." He finished and resumed eating. I rolled my eyes innerly. "Thank you for whatever that means, I just want to clear some thick air here concerning the contract-" "If you're so eager to begin working again, I assure you I wouldn't mind. But I've had a tiring day, and I need rest." He paused, bringing his gaze into mine. "You need re
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Chapter: Peaceful sleep.King ^*^ I woke up feeling the most peace I’ve had in years. Not just peace in body, still in mind. The kind of peace that felt foreign, like waking up inside someone else’s life. There was no pounding in my skull, no screams clinging to the back of my throat. Just peace. warm and soft through my body, and the quiet chirping bird outside. I hadn’t slept like that in years. I knew that It wasn’t the bed. It Wasn’t the medication I stopped pretending to take. It Wasn’t the damn darkness in my heart. It was her. Painting Camila did something to me. To whatever haunted me. It calmed the noise. She didn’t even know it. And that was the part that scared me the most. My phone buzzed from the dresser. I grabbed it, expecting the usual flood of meaningless messages. Instead, one name flashed across the screen: Leonard. Of course. I answered on the third ring. “Morning, sunshine!” he chirped too loudly that I almost felt dead. I didn’t say anything. Just stared out the window. “Ah
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Chapter: First painting.CAMILA ^*^ The next morning came too quickly. I barely slept. How could I when every creak of the mansion, every tiny sound in the hall, made me twitch. My dreams were a weird mix of faceless paintings, piercing black eyes, and me drowning in a pool of roses while Claire laughed and danced around me with a tea set. I woke up sweaty, confused, and entirely unprepared for whatever the hell today was supposed to be. Claire knocked on the door with her usual singsong tone. “Rise and shine, my darling blossom! It’s studio day!” Studio day. Yeah, that didn’t sound ominous at all. I didn’t respond. Instead, I rolled out of bed, yanked on a pair of black leggings and a cotton crop top, and tied my hair into a messy ponytail. If I was going to be gawked at like some muse-slash-test subject, I was doing it comfortably unapologetic. Claire met me at the base of the stairs, eyes scanning me from head to toe with disapproval. “No dress?” “No dignity.” She chuckled. “Oh, y
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Chapter: Dinner with Mr. Grumpy.CAMILA ^*^ Dinner.. One would think it’d be a pleasant, harmless word. But right now? It felt like a loaded gun. I stared at myself in the full-length mirror for what felt like forever. My curls were brushed out, soft and falling around my shoulders just the way Claire had styled them earlier. I wore a silk two-piece set in ivory, the shirt loose but showing just enough collarbone to make me feel like bait. And the tight pants clung to me like sin. Everything in this house made me feel like a very expensive doll. A doll being watched. I touched my lips, the soft pink gloss catching in the light. Why did I care what I looked like? Why did I want him to look at me? I shook the thought away. That was not the mission. The mission was simple: Survive this house. Collect the money. Save my sister. Escape my toxic life. The mission was not to start falling into the strange pull of a man who painted women and kept their portraits locked away. Claire knocked and didn’t wait before pu
Last Updated: 2024-11-09
Chapter: Inside The Mansion.CAMILA ^*^ A hand shot out to grab my upper arm from the right side, and I gasped, as a cold metal suddenly touched my neck. I gulped, and my eyes shot, shaking, towards the bodyguard with the tattoo-deck neck. His dark eyes were fixed on me with pure murder, "Who are you?" I parted my lips, furrowing my eyebrows slightly, "Huh?" I didn't know how to identify myself. A cold, smooth, and absolute voice shot some feet before me. "She's with me, Pietro." King's order echoed calmly, "Let her in," The bodyguard called -apparently- Pietro, directly let go of me and nodded respectfully, yet still with a rude look. "Aye, get in." Hey, who stuffed your ass with a hum bag earlier dude? I turned and stepped behind my new employer, who had already marched through the corridor leading towards the entry of his… ehem… mansion. Feeling my presence behind him, his majesty spared me a look. Fast, indifferent, and with a lack of interest. "Coming?" He murmured, archi
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