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Golden bird in golden cage
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2024-05-14 11:36:56
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She, His Enigma She is not his girlfriend
"Ellaya." Eva’s voice cut through the fog in Ellaya’s mind like a snap of fingers. Ellaya blinked, startled. "Oh, what? I’m sorry... can we go inside and talk?" Her voice trembled as she fidgeted with the hem of her sleeve. Embarrassed, she pivoted on her heels, her heels clicking sharply against the polished floor, and headed toward her office. Mia swept in behind her, tossing her designer bag onto the couch with a dramatic sigh. She folded her arms and hunched forward, as if the weight of the world had settled onto her back. "Could you please change the crew members, Miss Stone? Or should I just stop shooting altogether?" Ellaya raised an eyebrow, rubbing her forehead like she was massaging away the tension. "You want me to replace every member of the crew?" Pulling out her lipstick and applying it slowly, Mia replied nonchalantly, "Yes, please." Ellaya exchanged a glance with Eva, who shifted uncomfortably. "Can you explain why?" "They’re useless," Mia snapped, snapping the li
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2024-05-14She, His Enigma She can't tell her secret
" "It's beautiful!" Mia shouted, sprinting across the shoreline as the waves chased her feet. Her white bikini shimmered in the sunlight, hair flying like a banner behind her. Ellaya stood a few steps back, arms folded tightly across her chest, her cover-up clinging to damp skin. Her expression was stone. “This is a waste of time,” she muttered. “Next time, double-check the contracts. They clearly don’t care who they inconvenience.” Wrinkles creased her brow as she squinted at the horizon. The corners of her mouth dragged downward, the weight of frustration dragging with them. Eva wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into a casual side hug. “Relax. It’s been months since you unplugged. You earned this. Look around—New Zealand’s practically a postcard.” Ellaya pulled away slightly. “A vacation was never necessary. I just want this charity thing done so I can go back.” Eva, already stretched out on a recliner, tossed a tube of sunscreen at her. “They’ll start when Mr. R
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2024-05-17She, His Enigma Holding her captive
She was already in the car before her mind registered what had happened. The engine purred beneath her, steady and cold. Outside, streetlights zipped past like ghosts; too fast, too bright. She blinked, disoriented, heart stuttering in her chest. She turned. The man beside her—Iden—gripped the steering wheel like he wanted to break it. His sleeves were rolled up to his forearms, veins taut against bronze skin. The top two buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a glimpse of his collarbone, and his black tie hung loose around his neck, like a noose he hadn’t finished tying. He looked like a sin in a storm. Sharp. Composed. Dangerous. And she wasn’t in the mood to admire any of it. "Stop." Her voice cracked. “Stop the car. Stop it right now!” He didn’t blink. Didn’t turn. Only his jaw tightened, that tick in his temple pulsing like a warning light. The car kept flying forward, slicing through the night like a blade. "Why did you do that?" she cried, voice rising with every wo
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2024-05-18She, His Enigma Punish me as you see fit
Ellaya paced the room like a caged bird, fingers twisted together, lips pressed in panic. Her bare feet padded against the cold marble floor as she muttered to herself. “I need to call Eva. I have to tell her—” She stopped cold. Her eyes darted to the empty nightstand. Her phone wasn’t there. “Oh God,” she whispered, dread tightening her chest. “I left it… I left it at the hotel.” She sank onto the bed, tugging her knees to her chest. “The news must’ve reached New York by now. Eva’s probably hyperventilating… and Mom—Mom will skin me alive.” She buried her face in her palms. “She warned me. Don’t leave the hotel with strangers, Ellaya. You’re too young, too trusting. They’re after your money, your fame.” She sighed, throwing herself backward onto the mattress. “She’s not wrong,” she mumbled, staring at the ceiling. “She just… doesn’t trust anyone around me.” A beat passed before she sat upright again, wide-eyed. “And now I’m stuck in a house with a terrifying man who might ac
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2024-05-21She, His Enigma She was forbidden
"Who else is meant to be present?" he asked, his voice low as he passed her the plate of pasta. His fingers brushed hers—brief, electric. Ellaya took a bite, her throat tight. "The employees and the security team… the ones you mentioned earlier." "They’ll be here by morning." He looked down at his food, stabbing his fork hard into the pasta. "I was supposed to bring you tomorrow. Only reason I didn’t..." He paused. His jaw clenched. "Because of that jerk." His voice cut like cold steel. "He wasn’t kissing me," she said quickly, afraid to meet his gaze. "Don’t tell me he was helping you, Ellaya!" His palm slammed onto the table with a crack that echoed across the silent room. She flinched, eyes wide. The fork slipped from her fingers and clinked onto the plate. Her hands trembled as she stared at her lap. "There was something in my eye," she whispered, barely holding her voice steady. "He… he helped me get it out. That’s all. He wasn’t kissing me." The room fell into an oppressi
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2024-05-22She, His Enigma Wanting him all for herself
Lost in thought, Ellaya stepped out of the kitchen—only to slam into a solid wall of muscle. She gasped, losing her balance, but strong arms caught her mid-fall. The sudden contact sent a jolt down her spine. Warmth. That was the first thing she felt. His body heat soaked through her thin clothes. Her fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, clinging instinctively. Her breath hitched as she looked up. Iden. Just as devastating as the night before. His damp hair clung to his forehead in dark, tousled waves. Droplets of water slid down the side of his neck, disappearing beneath a black t-shirt that clung to every sculpted plane of his chest. He smelled faintly of soap and something smoky—woodsy cologne, subtle and maddening. She caught her reflection in the window behind him. Her eyes were puffy, darkened with smudged eyeliner. Strands of tangled hair framed her face. Her lips, kissed dry, were still swollen from the night before. Her cheeks flushed a deep pink. “Why are you bl
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2024-05-27She, His Enigma I am the god
Sitting on the mezzanine, Iden’s gaze was locked on the woman performing below. Her voice—the one he’d heard countless times in solitude—wrapped around the room like smoke. It was languid, aching, and hauntingly beautiful. He had always imagined the voice belonged to an older, reserved woman—someone distant, maybe even sorrowful. But now, watching her on stage, he realized how wrong he’d been. The woman behind the voice was vibrant and magnetic, her movements graceful, her expression raw with emotion. Her beauty wasn’t just physical—it radiated from the way she lost herself in the music. She didn’t just perform; she bled into the song. “Boss Kaito wants to talk to you,” James murmured beside him, nudging his watch. “Ask him to call back later,” Iden said without looking away. “Boss,” James tried again, firmer this time. “It’s urgent.” With a reluctant sigh, Iden stood. His steps were slow, as though he were leaving something unfinished behind. --- Backstage, hours later, Ellaya
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2024-05-30She, His Enigma Why did you hide yourself
“Finally, I can see your real smile”. Iden said, looking at her contagious smile, and he smiled with her.The vehicle came to a stop at the vialla gate, and Iden took turns opening the door on her side. She was assisted in getting out of the vehicle by one hand holding her hand and the other above her head."That a jerk like you could also be a gentleman, I never knew". She teased himAstonishing Ellaya, Iden bent forward and took her in his arm. "Wha…what are you doing.."Ellaya struggled in his arms and yelled."This jerk is much more than just a dapper guy". Going forward, he said."What ..do you.. mean..?"Gulping down her saliva, Ellaya questioned."Let me take you inside first to your bed, and you will understand... " he sneered. "I don’t …I don’t wanna understand.." Her cheeks flushed and her heart palpated.She struggled, but in vain.She became extremely agitated when he carried her to her bedroom and threw her onto the bed. Leaning forward and smiling, he caged her on the bed
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2024-05-30
Bab terbaru
She, His Enigma Ashes of the truth
A gust of wind tore through the room, sweeping papers off the desk like shreds of the past being ripped into the present. Kai stood in the doorway, chest heaving, drenched in sweat. One hand dragged a man by the collar—a mangled heap of flesh and bone. The man's face was grotesque, beaten to a pulp, barely conscious. Blood dripped steadily from his nose, painting a red trail behind them like a signature of vengeance. Arthur followed, silent as thunder before the strike. His fists were clenched so tightly the knuckles bled white. His eyes—cold, ruthless—locked on Iden like a scope lining up its mark. Without a word, Kai kicked the man’s legs out. He collapsed at Iden’s feet in a graceless heap. Silence held its breath. Then a weak, hoarse cry spilled from the man’s throat. He trembled, unable to meet Iden’s eyes. “Having fun, Danny?” Angelo’s voice sliced through the stillness, low and mocking as he crouched beside the man. A cruel smile twisted his lips. “Didn’t expect t
She, His Enigma Targeted
“This is the video we pulled,” Angelo said, turning the laptop toward Iden. He hit play. Young Ellaya hurled a glass of wine at Leo. Her voice sliced through the air like a blade. “You sewer rat! You don’t belong here! You should’ve died in the gutter you crawled out of!” Her finger jabbed toward his face, trembling. “You’re dirt-poor—and that’s exactly what you deserve! You should die like the scum you are!” Then, louder—each syllable laced with venom: “You’re poor—and that’s all you’ll ever be. Die in it.” Iden’s jaw locked. He didn’t blink. Couldn’t. His stomach twisted into a slow, suffocating knot. He’d seen this video so many times, it was seared into his memory. Burned in rage. It was the reason he hated her—or tried to. Failed to. But this clip, this moment... it was the beginning of everything. He had sworn over his friend’s grave to destroy her. And he did—masterfully. “She’s yelling at Leo,” Angelo said. “That’s what the clip shows. And we all believ
She, His Enigma chaos
She smirked as she shoved a stray book off her lap. “You know… you don’t have to be the Don. You can just be who you are.” Iden tilted his head slightly, lips twitching into a faint smile—small, but real. “You’re the only one who gets to say that.” And in that moment—grief shadowing his eyes, the scent of blood still faint on his shirt—he smiled. He rubbed her hair playfully, gently mussing the strands like he used to when they were kids. “Really?” she grinned, sitting cross-legged on her bed. “Okay… if you say so. But I can tell you mine.” She beamed, reaching for a thick leather diary. “I used to keep memos, you know? I’d write down everything I enjoyed. The places I loved, food I liked, people I met. Kinda old school.” Iden sat down beside her, intrigued despite himself. Her glittering eyes—so full of life—reminded him of someone else. Someone who once laughed shyly and smiled like an idiot. Ellaya. His gaze drifted from his sister to the window, where night pressed it
She, His Enigma love exist
Days passed like smoke—slipping through fingers, vanishing before they could be held. Time didn’t move forward; it bled. Minutes dragged like hours, and weeks collapsed in on themselves. Iden didn’t sleep. He didn’t eat. He sat in silence, trapped in his own mind, spiraling deeper into a storm of memories and questions. The moon became his only witness. Some nights, he watched the stars, others, the rain. Most nights, he simply stared into the void, heart thundering beneath skin that no longer felt like his own. A storm churned in his chest—loud, endless, and hungry. He saw her face in every shadow. Heard her voice in every silence. Her scent still clung to his lungs like smoke from a fire he could never put out. It had been a week since the blast. A week of searching. A week without answers. She wasn’t listed among the dead. But she wasn’t among the living either. She was missing. And Iden knew—deep in the part of his soul that still burned for her—she was alive. Hidi
She, His Enigma Legacy
The room was breathtaking—paneled in dark mahogany, steeped in the scent of old paper and aged wood. Floor-to-ceiling shelves held leather-bound books, their spines gilded and cracked with time. But it was the massive oil painting that stole Ellaya’s breath. A woman with wild purple hair and luminous skin smiled down at them. Her eyes—familiar, haunting—seemed to follow Ellaya across the room. She froze. The resemblance was undeniable. Same striking bone structure. Same purple irises. But the woman in the painting looked lighter—freer. Her smile held none of the weight Ellaya carried. None of the pain. Photos cluttered every surface. In one, the woman stood beside a tall, devastatingly handsome man—mid-laugh, hand wrapped around her waist. Their wedding photo. They looked hopelessly in love. Another showed them cradling a baby. The man's eyes brimmed with pride. The woman’s arms curled around the infant like a shield. The baby… was her. There was no mistaking it. Ellaya stagge
She, His Enigma Saved
Ellaya didn’t remember when they moved her. One moment, she was in her cell—cracked walls, the stench of sweat and rusted iron, a tray of untouched food rotting in the corner. The next, she woke in hell. Not the metaphorical kind. The real one. The kind where screaming and silence existed in the same breath. Where punishment wasn’t given for madness—it was fed to it. You weren’t treated. You were drowned. The asylum was never quiet. Men laughed at the ceiling. Women whispered to the walls. Eyes followed her—hungry, hollow. Human only in name. She didn’t scream. Didn’t fight. She just watched. Watched them drag limp bodies behind rusted doors marked “TREATMENT.” Watched them come back quieter. Emptier. Sometimes not at all. They said she was dangerous. Deranged. A monster in a pretty shell. She didn’t correct them. Let them think she was mad. Let them forget she existed. At least then, no one expected her to survive. She’d already buried herself inside. What was left to
She, His Enigma She is gone
The room hummed with tension. Blue light from dozens of monitors painted ghostly shapes across Angelo’s office. Cables tangled like veins across the floor, machines blinked like they were breathing. The sharp scent of hot metal, sweat, and cigarette smoke hung thick in the air. “Everything’s set,” Kai reported, voice clipped. “Cameras, medics, chopper in the air. Our men are spread across the asylum. She's walking into the lion’s mouth.” Iden stepped into the room, slow and silent. This was the war room. It looked like one. A place where lives were traded, decisions signed in blood. He moved to the center of the chaos, eyes drawn to the wall of screens. Every angle of the massive asylum flickered in shaky grain. Corridors lined with flickering lights. Rooms filled with twitching shadows—patients, doctors, ghosts. The asylum was a tomb disguised as a hospital. Built on illegal records and rotting experiments. A hellhole. A cover for human trafficking, organ harvesting, un
She, His Enigma She doesn't bleed alone
It had been a week. And their plan—cold, calculated, inhumane—was working.The medication laced into her system had done more than sedate her. It blurred the edges of time, pulling her into hallucinations stitched from trauma and shadows. She saw things that never happened. Heard voices that whispered lies in familiar tones. Faces from the past flickered before her eyes, only to vanish like smoke. And when she spoke, it was to people long gone.Kai gave the daily reports, short and clinical. “She’s deteriorating. Fast. The hallucinations are getting worse.”But Iden, arms folded and gaze fixed on the monitor, wasn’t convinced the drugs were fully to blame. “Or maybe it’s not the meds,” he said quietly. “Maybe it’s just her past… clawing its way out.”“Does it matter?” Kai muttered. “She’s breaking. That’s the goal.”It didn’t sit right with Iden. Nothing about this did. But the truth was, it was working.His eyes locked on the screen in front of him. There she was—sitting on the cold
She, His Enigma Taste of regret
*If she chooses never to return to your life… you’ll let her go.* The words dug into Iden’s chest like nails, each syllable burrowing beneath skin and bone until all that remained was a hollow ache. His mother's voice echoed long after she was gone, like a ghost haunting the edges of his sanity. He collapsed backward onto the bed, limbs flung carelessly like a marionette with severed strings. His arm dangled limply off the edge. The bedsheet twisted under him, bunching like the knots in his chest. His eyes didn’t move. Not even to blink. "Princess..." The word escaped his lips in a breathless rasp—more of a ghost than a name. *You are my knight in shining armor, my hero.* "I'm not," he choked, barely above a whisper. "I never was." His throat tightened. He swallowed hard, but it didn’t help—the guilt still rose like bile. "I’m the fucking monster, Laaya," he muttered, fist tightening in the bedsheet. "You should’ve avoided me. Hid from me. Run as far as you could."
