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2024-10-29 19:42:56A woman, petite and short-haired, sat on her couch, with a face mask. clutching a novel, her legs dangled over the armrest a playful rhythm to their moment. The melody weaving through the air.
The knock interrupted her reverie. placing the novel on the table, pulled off the mask. Her smile, sweet as confectionary greeted the visitor as she swung upon the door. But the visitor did mirror her joy. Holding the person's hand she dragged her inside. Ellaya snapped her hands free, rushed into the room, growled at her. "How did you get my number?" Her eyes shot toward her. Whetted. The tension in the room was palpable as Ellaya and Mia faced off. Ellya's eyes bore into Mia, Demanding an answer. "I have my way". She tried to reply with a smile. "You better not contact me if you love your life"; her eyes constricted as her tone grew sterner. "I love my life, which is why I contacted you." "But, more than anything else, I believe you would like to exact revenge on those who have hurt you." Mia pulled out her drawer and tossed an envelope on the table. She spun around and threw herself back on the couch, relaxed. Though she was feigning confidence, her hands were shaking and her mouth was dry. Ellaya lowered her head a little and reached for the envelope. Her eyebrows shot up, her expression bewildered. Her eyes darted to Mia. "How did you know? " She demanded. Slapping hard on the tea table, startling Mia. Sweating profusely, Mia sat up straight on the couch. Nonetheless, she grinned. "Why don't you sit and enjoy your favourite coffee before I begin?" Mia stated as she put on her heels and walked toward the kitchen. She breathed a sigh of relief as she entered the kitchen. She was fucking terrified. Just now, her eyes, her tone of voice intimidated her. Shocking the hell out of her soul. She was nothing like Ellaya from a few years ago. She was not the same person. A different soul in the same body. And she did not know her. Not a single bit. Ellaya was left alone in the room and noticed a melody playing in the background. Irritated she turned off the music player. "Hey! "Do not turn it off; it is my favourite song." entered Mia with two mugs of coffee. Passing one to Ellaya, she opened her mouth and looked at her again. "She is my favourite singer." Ellaya's gaze lingered on her for a moment and tears well up in her eyes. She sipped the coffee, dropping herself onto the sofa. "How did you know?? " Now her voice was softer. She knew she had intimated her, her not-so-called best friend. Mia smirked and threw the picture onto the table. "She is my mother," she exclaimed, pointing at the picture. The shock on Ellay's face was evident. " But why are you helping me?" Ellya's confusion mirrored her surprise. She could not understand why the girl who had always despised her had suddenly offered to help her. Mia once said she was a fake and despised her from the bottom of her heart. "First, I don't want to owe you. Second, I want to live freely, unburdened ." shrugging her shoulders she spoke. However, she did not dare to sit beside her. She folded her arms and waited for her response. Ellaya's eyes flashed as she pondered before opening her mouth again. "It's not time yet." Ellaya pursed her lips, there was a hit of sadness in her tone. She got on her heels and left with the envelope. ............................................................................... "Congratulations Mr and Mrs Stone. You have been married for 25 years and have never been involved in rumours. Completely in love and devotion for each other. Can you advice to our young lovers on how to live happy and peaceful lives with their partners?" A middle-aged man smiled as he held his beloved and elegant wife's round waist in front of reporters. The woman in his arms shared his joy. "The mantra for a happy marriage life is to love each other completely. Devotion and exception are the keys required to lock the door of loyalty. Lock the door tightly and do not let your demon peek through to be tempted by the fleshes." He looked at his wife and spoke again. "We have been loyal to each other with devotion and acceptance up to this point and will remain so until the end." The man smiled and kissed his wife's lips. With excuses, they left the reporters with their article, which would be published the next morning.As soon as the luxurious car arrived, the reporters ran toward it. They have better news to publish, with highlights. "Mr. Ruan," " Excuse me, sir," "Only one question, " "When are you planning to get married?" After being named the World's Best Businessman this year as well, how did you feel? He was irritated by these reporters' ridiculous questions. At the age of thirteen, he was the youngest recipient of the Business Genius award, and he received all these accolades the year he entered the business world. At the age of seven, he was lending a hand to his father. He was born with a photographic memory. And genius in numbers. In addition, he was the recipient of thousands upon thousands of honours and titles. He never gave it a damn, though. A question halted his steps, and his bloodshot eyes flashed at the reporter. "Answer the question. Mr. Ruan." "Did you kill Miss Stone in the cell??" "She is missing in the cell? Did you kill her??" "You are here to exact revenge on her family." Ain't you??" The man was able to halt the king's steps. But little did he know he had unleashed the demon out of him. With a flick of his eyes, the man peed in his pants and collapsed on the floor, clutching his heart. Huh! Mosquitoes like him do not even need him to pull out his gun; his eyes were enough to end his sorry life. Iden doesn't need a theory to realise he must have ended his life kissing the ass of a death angel in hell.Related chapters
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She,His Enigma Past
"Sing with me, everybody.""Rock on."Rock the world!The crowd cheered."Rock the world."She jumped on stage. The masses jumped along side her. "Rock the world," she sang, pointing her microphone back at the audience, which had gone crazy with her. Her long, beautiful hair, adorned with various colors, hung in the air like a beautiful canvas.Her tall hourglass figure was tightly wrapped in black leather pants and a halter tank top with shimmery belts and jewels. Her confidence was palpable, as if she had been born to rule the stage. A group of beautiful women danced alongside her as her voice echoed throughout the hall, causing everyone to go insane and dance like there was no tomorrow.When the music stopped, she bowed to the audience and walked back through the crowd, leaving Masses shouting her name. "Ellaya ""Ellaya ""Ellaya"Hooting, shouting, and deafening noises filled the concert hall.She confidently exited the stage, tossing her headbands and wristbands with each mo
She,His Enigma First meeting
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She,His Enigma A hunt
"Thanks, Aaron. I am not sure what I would have done without you." Eva shut the car door and bent over to thank the man in the driver's seat."Anything for you, sweetie". He winks at her with a silly smile on his lips. "By the way, what happened to your rock star?"He inquired, looking at the woman walking towards the entrance. "Nahh! Nothing really, just met someone," she said, turning back to face her exciting figure. "May be more cavalier than she." They both laughed. "I need to leave now and see you later." She left."I think we should hold a press conference before releasing the video album 'broken,' what do you think, Ellaya?" Eva inquired as she viewed the newly edited footage."Yeh! of course , why don’t you ask the model of yours to deal with her controversies first. Or I will hold her accountable for the losses." Ellay spoke while typing something on her laptop."Ohh!! Come on, Ellaya, she is just a model; nothing will happen just because she enjoys being in controversies."
She,His Enigma Purple eyed girl
With the annoying sound of his cellphone Iden tossed aside the duvet and sat on the edge of his bed. Raking his hand through his dark black hair, he turned slightly to see a woman sleeping naked. He frowned slightly and pursed his lips.Last night, even after taking a cold bath, he could not get the women hunting out of his mind. He could not stop thinking about her purple eyes. He ended up drinking at the bar and bringing the woman to one of his hotels' suites. The woman approached him and told him her name, which he could not recall now. She introduced herself as a supermodel or actress, but he did not remember and did not care; all he remembered was thrusting her hard, thinking of a certain purple-eyed girl.He still had no idea who the girl was. Where did she come from? She appears to be insane, as no sane man would jump in front of a speeding car to save an errant dog. He stopped himself from sending his people to drag her into his office, fuck her hard, and then throw her out of
She,His Enigma AUTHOR NOTE
Hi everyone,I hope everyone is doing well. As I mentioned in the epilogue, the story revolves around an innocent, angelic girl and a devil reincarnated man.The story will soon take a turn because the past has begun to be revealed. I hope everyone is enjoying the story so far.I would appreciate it if you could devote more time to yours, share your thoughts, and rate the book. Only readers possess the true soul of a book and the strength of an author. Your thoughts and comments keep me motivated and confirm that I am on the right track in working hard to keep you entertained. I am working very hard to create a good plot with strong ML and FL.Thank you for your encouragement. Miss M
She,His Enigma Slap of reality
"Good morning, ma'am. Here's your black coffee without sugar.""Thanks, Martha," Ellaya said, taking a sip from her coffee. She moved out of the kitchen, holding a coffee in one hand and a book in the other, her full attention on her book. It was her habit to read her favorite novels with a cup of coffee. She loved to read romance novels and was adamant that fairytales come true, love is real, and one day she would meet her prince just like all those girls in books. She had just taken some steps when she heard some ecstatic and frustrated screams from one of the guests' rooms. She had no intention of knowing what happened, but the room was ajar, and her tentative gaze fell on the man and woman banging each other on the bed.It was her father, not her mother, but a girl of her age. She shook her head, stepping forward unseen.However, this was not the first instance. Since childhood, she had witnessed her father with multiple women. He enjoyed bringing them in at odd hours of the night.
She,His Enigma They met again
Gazing into the mirror, she sat in the chair facing the vanity. The woman stared at her back with purple eyes. Her eyes were large and doe-like, with double rings encircling purple orbs. It was way too unique. "Do you realize how awful your eyes look? You should cover them up or else people will be afraid of you and leave you alone." She hurriedly applied dark brown lenses to her eyes. She lifted her head and grinned, "Perfect." she gently stroked the leth. In the mirror, the woman followed suit. "Look at your hair; it resembles witches in cartoons. People will burn you alive believing you are a witch and will cast evil spells on their children if you walk around with that hair. It is weird". She grabbed the hair powder and gave her hair a rough rubdown."Now, everything is perfect." She frowned as she looked at the woman in the mirror once more. "See how ugly you are. Everybody has flawless, pale skin, but you weirdo, you have pig's ass pink skin. You look like a child of a demon. I
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She,His Enigma His demon
"Iden I am sorry," she said in a whisper, calming his tormented spirit. He closed his eyes, savoring the warmth of her embrace, but his heart remained conflicted as to why he asked with a low voice. Her breath was warm, her presence was serene yet smoldering, and her head was resting on the back of his shoulders."I am not sure..."He shivered and felt his body jolt as her breath fanned his bare skin. I could feel that I was the reason you were upset. He drew her in front, encircling her narrow waist with his powerful arms. "I cannot bear the thought that you are hurt," he said, rubbing her wet face and pushing her hair back. He bent down and looked at her face, examining every inch of it. "It is killing me," his breath fanned her cold and wet lips and made her bare skin itch. He slapped his lips on her, intensifying their kiss. With his teeth brushing against her lips, his tongue vying for control, and his hands moving all over her body, he pushed her against the wall, ripped
She,His Enigma never trust
Iden held her trembling form, her sobs echoing in the quiet room. “Why? Why did you do this to me?” she cried, her voice barely a whisper. “Why did you marry her?” She clung to him, her tears soaking through his shirt. Iden stood there, speechless, as she poured out her heart. “Divorce her… come back to me… I can’t live without you.” The word “divorce” jolted him back to reality. He gently pushed her away, holding her shoulders to create some distance. His eyes softened as he looked into hers. Wiping her tears, he caressed her head tenderly. “Anna, stop crying. You know why I married her. Please, stop acting like a child and be strong, okay?” “You promised you’d never leave me. Then why did you marry her and not me? Tell me, Iden.” She wiped her tears with the back of her hands, shaking her head in despair. He grabbed her and bent down slightly, his voice firm yet gentle. “Anna, listen to me. I am not leaving you. You don’t have to be mad. Pull yourself together and be stron
She,His Enigma meeting a friend
She stood under the hospital building, its tall shadow stretching across the road. The setting sun cast a warm glow, brushing her face and sending a chill through her skin. As she moved forward, she rummaged through her handbag for her phone, her mind focused on getting home before Iden arrived. Over the past two months, she had visited Eva whenever she could, though Eva’s condition remained unchanged. She hadn’t visited her parents, still haunted by her mother’s harsh words. Lost in thought, she didn’t notice the figure approaching and bumped into them. Her phone fell, and she knelt to pick it up, apologizing. Her breath caught when she heard her name. She looked up, and a small, beautiful smile crept across her face as she recognized the voice. Ella… oh my god, is it really you?” The woman looked as beautiful and cheerful as ever. Ellaya stood up, clutching her phone. “Annabell, when did you get back?” Ellaya moved forward and hugged her tightly. It had been almost a year sinc
She,His Enigma Behind the darkness
Iden was preparing dinner while Ellaya perched on the kitchen island, her eyes following his every move. She watched the way he chopped vegetables, the concentration on his face, the subtle twitch of his muscles, and how his long, beautiful fingers gripped the knife. Even in casual sweatpants and a t-shirt, he exuded a magnetism that could make women kneel and beg for his attention. And here she was, the better half of this incredibly handsome man, wondering why he chose her among all the beautiful women out there. The hurtful words of her mother echoed in her mind, making her wonder if he would eventually get tired of her and shove her out of his life, just as her mother had predicted. The question raced through her mind like a wild wind, leaving her feeling vulnerable and uncertain. She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. One harsh word from her mother, and here, her self-confidence shattered like a piece of glass. It had taken her years to piece it back together, and yet, o
She,His Enigma finding solace
Iden shoved his phone into his pocket, snapped his laptop shut, and yanked his car keys from the drawer. He stormed out of his office, with James scrambling to keep up. “Sir, you have a meeting in ten minutes,” James called out, clutching his file, his phone precariously balancing his glasses on his nose. “Cancel it,” Iden barked, adjusting his tie and coat, his pace unrelenting. “And the dinner meeting with the Japanese client in an hour?” James pressed, his voice tinged with desperation. “Cancel that too.” Iden’s steps faltered only at the elevator, where he jabbed the button repeatedly. “But sir, we’ve been waiting for this meeting for six months,” James stammered, his anxiety palpable. They had poured countless hours into securing this deal, with trips to Japan and sleepless nights. Now, on the brink of success, Iden was abruptly pulling the plug. James’s heart raced with unease. Iden jabbed the elevator buttons repeatedly. “Sir, the lift has been out of order since
She,His Enigma Already broken
Ellaya’s heart raced as her mother’s harsh words reverberated through her mind. “Ella, stop deceiving yourself.” Her mother’s voice was a thunderclap, nearly bursting her eardrums. “I still remember how the doctor recoiled in fear when you were born, almost dropping you. Even as your mother, I couldn’t bear to look at you for months. I cried days and nights, thinking I had given birth to something inhuman. But since you are our only child, your father and I eventually accepted you. What do you think others will do? They can find countless beautiful women, so why would they choose you, Ellaya, unless they had some hidden agenda?” Mrs. Stone’s voice was icy and unyielding. “You are different, ugly, and frightening. Look at yourself.” She shook Ellaya roughly, forcing her to face the mirror. Already broken, Ellaya couldn’t muster the strength to confront her reflection. “You were only good at singing, Ellaya, but you ruined everything. You ruined us. Raising you was a nightmare, and I
She,His Enigma visiting her mother
Ellaya nodded and wiped her tears as she stood up and left. She met the attentive doctor of Ava, and collected all the information. “Miss Stone. We are doing our best to help her wake up, but again, we are only doctors, not gods. You have to wait patiently,” the doctor advised gently. Ellaya nodded, feeling a mix of hope and helplessness. She wanted to pay for Mia’s medical expenses, but the doctor informed her that someone had already covered all the bills; it must have been her father. Without giving it more thought, she went to meet Mia next. “Doctor, how is she now?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly. “We have treated her superficial wounds, but the wound on her soul is hard to treat. She isn’t talking or responding to anything. I can suggest a good psychiatrist,” the doctor replied with a concerned look. Ellaya nodded again and entered the room. Mia was sitting on her bed, staring at the wall and biting her lower lip. “Mia,” Ellaya called her name softly, but th
She,His Enigma Saving Mia
It was a scorching day when Ellaya stepped out of her house, shielding herself with an umbrella. She looked effortlessly stunning in beige wide-leg high-waist pants paired with a matching crop top. Wiping the sweat from her forehead, she made her way to the bus stop. This was her first time traveling alone on public transportation. “You can do it, Ellaya,” she whispered to herself, taking a deep breath as she boarded the bus. Although it was her first solo journey, she felt the comforting presence of her husband, Iden, who was always there to protect her. Smiling at the thought of him, she pulled out her phone to let him know she was on her way. It was a rule they had—she always informed him of her whereabouts. But just as she unlocked her phone, it abruptly shut down. Frustrated, she tried to turn it back on, but it was no use. Ellaya had a habit of neglecting her gadgets, often forgetting to charge them. With a sigh, she leaned against the window, watching the world go by. Whe
She,His Enigma Never fall in love
“If you agree to a 15% profit, sign the document. If not, leave my office right now, Mr. Cooper,” Iden said, unlocking his phone and typing something. With a thud, Iden threw the file on the table. The man opposite him glanced nervously at his associates, rubbing his hands and chewing on his lower lip. “But Mr. Ruan, we agreed to a 50-50 profit split,” he protested. “It’s okay, Mr. Cooper. If you don’t want to sign the document right now, I can still work on the land we agreed on without losing a single cent to you. Fifteen percent is a fortune you earn from the Ruan Corporation. Fifteen percent profit is even more than fifty percent from other companies, so it’s not a loss for you to work with the Ruans,” Iden replied calmly. Mr. Cooper cocked his head and glanced at the man sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, sipping his wine. His body shook involuntarily, and beads of sweat slid down his forehead as his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. He stretched out his hand, took
