Eleanor Heather enjoys her ordinary life, working as an accountant, repaying student loans, and living in an apartment with her best friend, Lana. However, one night, a strange man attacked and bit her, leaving her traumatized and afraid to go out alone. Little did she know, this incident was just the beginning of a life-altering journey. When she crossed paths with Nicholas Shaw, a lawyer and owner of the firm she audited, her life took a drastic turn. Despite dark secrets surrounding Nicholas, Eleanor couldn't help but be drawn to him, and Nicholas Shaw was determined not to let her go.
View MoreI glanced at the digital clock on the taxi's dashboard several times. It was already 8 p.m. Fortunately, one of my friends didn't mind lending me money for the taxi. My heart started pounding faster, accompanied by nervousness in my stomach. For a moment, I considered canceling my plan.No, I have to do this. Regardless, I can't let Gregory kidnap Lana.The taxi stopped in front of an office building in downtown Manhattan. Even the towering structure looked intimidating. I took a deep breath before walking into the lobby.I knew it was past working hours, but considering Nicholas Shaw's habit of working late, I figured I could find him here. Besides, I didn't know his home address.There was only one security guard near the reception desk. He looked up from his newspaper, surprised. Perhaps he wasn't used to seeing a woman dressed like me at this hour. I approached him, smiling nervously, "Um."He put down his newspaper and nodded slightly, "Can I help you, Miss?""I need— I have to m
"What are you looking at?" Lana's question made me turn towards her. She followed my gaze towards the restaurant's door."Nothing." I smiled at her.I knew there was a possibility of encountering him in Manhattan. However, seeing him like this, even from a distance, made my heart race.The last time I saw him was three months ago in San Francisco. I was surprised since I didn't expect him to return after our last meeting a year ago in the hospital. Then I remembered Nicholas Shaw also had connections in that city.At that moment, I forced myself not to look at him due to my shock. We only passed each other for a few seconds, but I could feel his intense gaze on me, while I could only see his back when he turned.Now, seeing him again in this place, even from a distance, made my throat tighten. Nicholas Shaw still looked as handsome as I remembered. He wore a pinstriped blue suit and a white shirt. This time, I couldn't divert my gaze from him, even when his old blue eyes finally caugh
Nicholas Shaw's POVGreg is fifteen minutes late again. Not the first time, as far as I can remember, Greg has always been late. I exhale in frustration, shifting my gaze from the wristwatch to one of the doors of the Four Seasons hotel restaurant. We have lunch appointments every few weeks. Initially, Alice used to join us until recently when she rarely showed up, probably due to her new job.Impatiently, my fingers tap on the table covered with ivory-white linen. I'd prefer spending this afternoon at the office rather than waiting for Greg here, but lunch was his idea. A crystal vase filled with a few stems of red roses sits in the center of the table. My eyes fixate on the deep red petals, almost like the color of blood.Warm and thick blood.I swallow my saliva to moisten my dry throat. When was the last time I had a drink?Ah, five days ago.I've managed to hold off for five days. Volders usually last only two days. My longest record is one week. After that, my instincts kick in
"Ella, what's wrong?""Huh?" I turned towards Lana. "What?"She looked at me with her large, bright blue eyes. "Are you thinking about that guy? He deserves you."I nodded slightly, "Yeah... you're right." But that's not what I'm thinking about right now. I'm thinking about Mr. Shaw and what we just talked about. What if he's the one who killed him?"I've contacted your office, Christine, and the others seem to be visiting you this afternoon.""Thanks, Lana." I smiled at her, trying to divert my thoughts. "I just want to go home as soon as possible.""Me too. I miss chatting with you late at night."I smiled at her again, "Me too. Is your dad still in San Francisco?""He came back at 7 this morning." She replied quickly; Lana wasn't keen on talking about her father or her family much. "Ella? If... if you need a liver donor, you can use mine.""Lana... you don't have to do that." I answered, touched by her offer. But I won't accept her offer. "There are still many other donors, if I re
"Be quiet, bastard."I open my eyes in the midst of darkness. The head of a masked man is just inches from my face, whispering those words again, "Be quiet, bastard." I want to scream, but my voice is stuck in my throat. One of his hands explores my leg, a few inches above my knee, making my stomach churn."Stop..." My tears flow along with my sobs. "Please, stop." His cold hand moves slowly upward; I shut my eyes and push his body, which is pinning me down, with all my strength.Suddenly, he encircles both my wrists with his other hand, restraining me from squirming. "Eleanor, open your eyes." I squirm again, this time more forcefully. His hand tightens around my wrists, and I can almost smell the alcohol on his breath as he pants...***"Eleanor!"I stare into a pair of deep blue eyes as my eyes open, and he's very close to me. But I still can't move my hands. "Mr—Mr. Shaw?" My voice trembles, just like my entire body right now. He looks a bit angry as he gazes at me, then I realize
I woke up in the ICU four hours later, a ventilator preventing me from speaking. My body didn't ache as much as before, but I could hardly feel anything, perhaps due to the influence of medication.I could see Lana standing in front of the wide window of the ICU room. She was talking to a doctor, one hand covering her mouth, and tears still streaming down her face. Various machines surrounded my bed, their synchronized sounds making me feel like an alien.I attempted to move my fingers slowly to remove the breathing aid, but my entire body still felt stiff. It took a few minutes until I could finally open it. The doctor talking to Lana noticed what I was doing, paused, and entered the ICU room, followed by a nurse and Lana behind."Miss Heather?" He stood beside me, examining both of my eyes with a small flashlight. "Are you still in pain? I'll increase the dosage if you are."I shook my head. Lana stood in a corner, trying to wipe away her tears with a tissue. "I don't feel pain. Wha
I fell silent for a full five minutes in my slightly darkened room since I didn't have time to turn on the lights before entering. The only light came from my laptop screen. My head was filled with dozens of questions, but Nicholas's final sentence echoed the loudest in my mind."I hope you have questions."He wanted me to contact him! Slowly, my initial shock turned into anger. He did this so I would reach out to him. Was he trying to make me indebted to him so he could make me do whatever he wanted?Arrogant bastard.I clenched my hands in anger, then opened the flight ticket website. I knew I would regret what I was about to do, but I couldn't let him manipulate me like this again.In the same vein as trying to buy me, well, my dignity more precisely, I grabbed my phone angrily and looked for his number. After that, I sent him a brief message before finally tossing my phone onto my bed.I turned off my laptop after finishing the ticket booking, then headed to the bathroom. I stripp
I stood up from my seat when he didn't respond, "Mr. Shaw, what are you talking about?" I asked in surprise. My heart started to pound again, not out of fear, but nervousness. He still leaned against the chair with his intimidating aura. His old blue eyes followed every move of mine, and I could feel the atmosphere between us slowly becoming more intense than before.Our kitchen wasn't as spacious as the other rooms in the apartment, just enough for cooking and a dining table for four. Being alone with him here made the room feel even more cramped."I... don't have much experience with women. So, I hope you'll excuse me if what I've been doing for you seems unclear." He ran his fingers through his hair again with his right hand."But you just met me a few days ago, Mr. Shaw." I answered without diverting my attention from him, and he was doing the same. "Technically, you don't know me." I added.He raised one corner of his mouth, forming his characteristic smile. "You're right. That's
Nicholas Shaw stood behind me, his body tense, both of his hands still clenched tightly at his sides."Don't. Ever. Touch. Her. Again." he repeated towards Oliver, who was still sprawled on the sidewalk.I couldn't see his expression right now because he had his back to me, but his voice alone was enough to represent his current mood. Suddenly, he turned to me. I thought I would see his black eyes and fangs like last night, but no. He hadn't changed since last night; it's just that his old blue eyes seemed darker now.His gaze focused on my right wrist, slightly bruised. He closed his eyes, furrowing his brow, and took a deep breath before opening them again.Then I realized he was trying to control his anger. His black suit looked a bit disheveled, as if he had just run, and so did his brown hair."What—what are you doing here?" I asked, my voice sounding weak. I was still surprised by his sudden appearance. People slowed down to watch as they passed us."Give me 10 seconds," he mutt
This is a bad idea. For the umpteenth time that sentence rang in my head. A little regret tucked into my heart for rejecting Oliver's offer to take me home. Well, it was actually part of my pride that prevented me from taking up the offer. We just ended our relationship two weeks ago. After two years of being with him, finally a few weeks ago a woman came into my apartment and slapped me just like that before screaming at me to stay away from Oliver. She claims to be Oliver's girlfriend, and admits they have been dating for over a year. Damn Oliver, he's not even that handsome. But that damn thing has been cheating on me behind my back for over a year. I looked back again for the third time, while my feet were still moving. My instincts told me something was following me, or someone. All this because Mr. Newman forced some of his staff to work overtime for the past three days. And today is the worst, we can only go home at half past twelve in the evening. Me, Oliver, and severa
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