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Iden’s self-curses echoed through his mind, a storm of regret and anger. " Fuck! What was I thinking?" he murmured again She wasn't an angel fallen from grace or a broken spirit. She was the siren, the seductress, who led Leo astray, shattered his pure heart without remorse. She was like a potent drug, that ensnared deeper with each touch, and Leo, innocent and naive, became her plaything; she twisted his emotions with her enchanting ways and reveled in her power, relishing in her control over him. Leo, once vibrant and alive, fell prey to her wiles. He succumbed to her allure, losing himself in her web until he was left broken and defeated, begging for release. In the end, he found solace in death’s embrace. Iden’s thoughts churned, grappling with the pain of witnessing Leo’s tragic downfall at the hands of this beguiling enchantress. The memories of Leo’s suffering haunted him, a stark reminder of the destructive power love could wield in the wrong hands. And could kill the m
Kaito, intense and focused, delivered the chilling report to Iden in the private sanctum of their high-end nightclub. “They struck again, boss. Thirteen of our own, gone. Our ship’s under threat for the third time this month,” he revealed, his voice low but urgent, eyes darting around the dimly lit room. Iden, a formidable figure exuding authority, absorbed the news with a steely gaze. His fingers drummed rhythmically on the polished mahogany desk, a subtle sign of his simmering anger. “And our armory hit once more last night. Second time in weeks,” he mused, his jaw clenched in silent resolve, the muscles in his neck taut. Kaito’s voice cut through the tension like a knife. “Someone’s trying to undermine us while you’re away, boss. But they forget who sits beside the king.” His eyes burned with raw determination as he leaned forward, the dim light casting sharp shadows on his face. “I’ve held our ground", he fought in the shadows without a whisper to disturb his absence. The
The opulent hall sparkled under the shimmer of chandeliers, draped in luxurious silks and fragrant flowers. Every detail whispered luxury, while the wait staff moved with the grace of supermodels. The man in the grey suit commanded attention, his tall frame exuding a magnetic charm that outshone his surroundings. With piercing blue eyes and dark, tousled hair, he seemed to possess a beauty as rare as it was effortless. Surrounded by a group of admirers, he stood regal and poised, embodying the elegance of the Ruans. A middle-aged man approached, a genial smile lighting up his round face as he extended his hand. “Mr. Alex Ruan, happiest of birthdays to you. May you be blessed with health and happiness,” he greeted warmly. Alex’s handshake was confident, his smile genuine yet tinged with a hint of mystery as his gaze swept across the room. “Thank you, Mr. Williams,” he responded graciously, his eyes betraying a deeper contemplation beneath the surface. Suddenly the tension hung
The festivities were a whirlwind of energy and style, with music pounding through the air and dancers moving with electrifying grace. The tantalizing scents of exotic foods mingled with the laughter and chatter of the crowd. Flickering lights cast dramatic shadows, creating an atmosphere thick with anticipation and mystery. As the night wore on, the party’s allure only grew, each moment more thrilling than the last. The elegant melody wafted through the air a hush fell over the room as all eyes turned toward the woman in a stunning red gown. the soft glow of candlelight bathed her in a warm, inviting aura, highlighting her flawless features and accentuating the curve of her crimson lips. "Happy birthday, Mr. Ruan," she purred, her voice a sultry whisper that seemed to linger in the air like a tantalizing perfume. The long slit of her dress revealed a hint creamy skin as she glided towards him with an undeniable allure. Alex felt a magnetic pull as she approached, her presence
Ellaya sat perched on the kitchen island, a swirl of steam dancing above her bowl of noodles. The savory aroma enveloped the room, but her gaze was fixed beyond the window, where birds sang harmonies on a nearby branch. It was New Year’s Day, yet she found herself entrenched in solitude within her modest abode. Despite the bustling world outside, her own kin seemed distant, preoccupied with their own lives. Work used to be her solace, but today it only accentuated her loneliness. Lost in her thoughts, she pondered Iden’s absence. He had vanished without a trace two days prior, back from his overseas trip but still unreachable. As midnight approached, her attempts to reach him for a simple New Year’s greeting were met with silence—his phone stubbornly powered off. As she contemplated him, the heavy main door creaked open with a drawn-out groan, and in walked the very man who had been occupying her thoughts. His arrival brought with it an icy aura that seemed to permeate the room,
A tear slid down Ellaya’s cheek as memories flooded her mind. “Like you did two days ago?” she whispered, the pain evident in her voice. Her body trembled, and she looked away, unable to meet his gaze. He realized he had let his anger get the best of him, and as he felt the tension in his muscles ease, he gently cradled her face in his hands, his touch tentative as he drew her closer, his warm breath softly caressing her skin. “Don’t you dare lay a hand on me!” she screamed, her voice echoing through the walls, tears cascading down her cheeks like a waterfall of emotion. His jaw clenched, frustration flashing in his darkened eyes as he ran his fingers through his hair in a display of exasperation. “Ellaya, please. This is not the time to be irrational,” he growled, his voice laced with a tinge of impatience. But she refused to back down, her voice filled with a mix of hurt and anger. “You lied to me, Iden. And then you treated me like a whore. Do you even realize how much it
The doctor left the room, but Iden remained, sitting on the floor beside her, clutching her hand as if it were his lifeline. His eyes bore into her, heavy with a mix of anger and sorrow. Her breath was steady, her chest rising and falling rhythmically. She looked so innocent, almost childlike. His heart ached, refusing to believe she was the same woman who had shattered Leo’s life. But the evidence was damning. He threw the medicine into his mouth, filling with mouthful of water. Rising from his position, he moved to sit beside her, his movements deliberate and tense. He bend over, his fingers gently gripping her cheeks, forcing her mouth open. With a desperate urgency, he pressed his lips to hers, pushing the medicine and water into her mouth. Ellaya coughed violently but he saw her managed to swallow. She remained still, her eyes closed. Iden stood up abruptly and left the room, his footsteps echoing in the silence. .................... Ellaya awoke to the soft glow of the m
Ellaya sat on her patio, bathed in the warm, golden light of the setting sun. Her fingers traced the words of a novel, but her thoughts were far away with Iden. The breeze tugged gently at her hair as she savored the mingling scents of coffee and blooming flowers. A sudden, sharp honk shattered the peaceful moment, causing Ellaya to startle. Her brow furrowed with determination as she rose from her seat, each step towards the door brimming with tension. Could it be Iden, who had promised to return in three days but had been absent for a month? whenever she called he was always busy and never replied back. She pushed open the heavy metal gate of her home, only to be met by the sight of a crimson Ferrari gleaming in front of her modest abode. Car idling outside, its engine humming softly. The luxurious car seemed out of place in her humble neighborhood. "Darling, step inside. I have a surprise for you," she ventured onto the porch, her gaze locked with the visitor's, a blend of
Ellaya's world was in turmoil. Each day felt like a storm, with every moment echoing Iden's absence. His silence wrapped around her like a suffocating shroud, leaving her gasping for answers. Desperation gripped her as she dialed his number, only to be met with the deafening void of unanswered calls. Seated before a mirror, Ellaya gazed at her reflection. The woman staring back had eyes like amethyst orbs, wide and hauntingly deep. Cascading waves of dark hair with a mystical purple sheen framed a face that defied convention. Her complexion, a delicate shade of baby pink, hinted at otherworldly origins. In the mirror's gaze, she saw a being that transcended mere humanity. It was a face marked by whispers of ancient power and forbidden allure. Inside, emotions roiled—anguish, defiance, and a fierce longing for acceptance. Her form spoke of a silent struggle against judgment and isolation. The reflection before her was not merely a woman; she was a paradox. In her mother's words, a d
Ellaya's mind raced, unable to shake off the unsettling sight in the study. Despite the disbelief tugging at her thoughts, her heart felt heavy with a truth she was reluctant to accept. Lost in her turmoil, she stared intently at the table, her grip on the spoon tightening as it dug into her plate. "Ellaya," Annabell's urgent voice pierced through her thoughts, causing her to startle. The clatter of her spoon hitting the floor echoed in the tense silence. Ellaya reached down to retrieve it, her gaze lifted, only to catch Iden gripping Annabell's hand forcefully. A surge of emotion gripped Ellaya as she witnessed Annabell's futile attempt to free herself from his grasp, the unshed tears burning in Ellaya's eyes, threatening to fall down. She wiped away the tears with a trembling hand as she sank back into her seat. Uncertainty clouded her mind, yet one thing remained clear; her heart refused to believe in this cruel charade. Their eyes met in a silent clash of wills, both refusin
"I demand to know, Ellaya," Iden growled, his voice thick with seething jealousy. The day's events were a blur, but his wife's subconscious whispers of another man's name gnawed at him as she slept, leaving him burning with rage. His grip tightened around her chin, pulling her closer, his eyes ablaze with fury. She quivered, unable to meet his intense gaze. "Tell me... who. Is. Leo?" he demanded, with sheer anger and hurt. Her voice wavered as she tried to respond, "I don't... I don't... know," she stuttered, the fear evident in her eyes. The frustration boiling inside him spilled over. He flicked her chin with a mocking smile. His heavy gaze scanned her for the last time before storming out of the room, leaving behind a tense silence. Ellaya was left alone, the echo of their confrontation ringing in her ears. She folded her legs close to her chest, wrapping her arms around them as tears streamed down her face. The room echoed with her sobs. Her body shook violently and her hear
Iden's footsteps echoed softly in the dark hallway as he made his way to the bedroom, his heart heavy with a mixture of guilt and tenderness. The air was thick with silence, broken only by the hushed rustle of his movements. As he turned the doorknob, a sense of trepidation gripped him, unsure of what he would find inside. The moon cast a haunting glow into the now clean room, illuminating Ellaya's form like an ethereal specter in the night. Her peaceful slumber seemed at odds with the turmoil that had unfolded earlier, her face a mask of innocence marred by the evidence of her silent suffering. Gently, he approached her, his presence a mere whisper in the stillness of the room. He carefully sat on the floor beside her bed, his gaze fixed on her pale face. The sight of her tear-stained cheeks and delicate features stirred a storm of emotions within him. He reached out and tenderly brushed her hair away from her face, revealing the faint traces of a cut on her lips and the bruise
Iden's muscles rippled with each thunderous blow against the punching bag. His skin glistened with a sheen of sweat, accentuating the defined contours of his body as he unleashed his fury. With every punch, a torrent of emotions surged through him, driving him to the brink of madness. As memories flashed before his eyes, Iden's jaw clenched, his teeth grinding together in a symphony of rage. The image of Ellaya, bruised and broken, haunted his thoughts, igniting a fire within him that threatened to consume everything in its path. Her innocence, juxtaposed against Alex's depravity, fueled the inferno raging in his heart. In that moment, Iden teetered on the edge of oblivion, his vision tinted crimson with an insatiable thirst for vengeance. The image of Alex professing his twisted affections for Ellaya was the catalyst that pushed him over the edge. Only Kaito's intervention spared Alex from Iden's wrath, but the embers of retribution still smoldered within him. Iden's body moved w
Alex sprawled on the car's hood, a whirlwind of motion and violence overtaking him, his senses reeled from the sudden impact. Blood trickled from his battered lips, mingling with the cuts etching his face as he was mercilessly dragged along the unforgiving metal surface. Each breath felt like a struggle, his body a symphony of pain, every heartbeat a drum of fear. Then, a voice sliced through the chaos, heavy as iron, dripping with anger. "How. Dare. You." The words seeped out like venom, laced with a potent wrath that chilled the air. And then, louder, angrier: "How dare you touch her." The weight of those words settled upon Alex like a crushing weight, realization dawning on him in dread. Iden's movements were swift and menacing as he brandished his gun, the cold metal pressing against Alex's trembling form, a macabre dance of power and submission. Alex's eyes widened in horror, his very soul quivering with fear. Amidst this turmoil, Ellaya stepped forward, her presence a wh
Ellaya stood at the kitchen counter, her knife rhythmically slicing through the vegetables. The sudden buzz of her phone broke her concentration. She wiped her hands on a towel and glanced at the screen. Another message from Alex. It had been a week of relentless texts and calls, like a bee obsessively hovering around a flower. She had even spotted his car lingering near her house multiple times. She sighed, feeling a mix of irritation and unease. Alex’s persistence was unsettling, especially given her husband’s possessive nature. She didn’t want to ignite any misunderstandings. Last night, she had bought flowers from the supermarket, hoping to expedite the process of creating the perfume and end this unwanted attention. The message read: “Hey beautiful, hope you’re not too busy and hungry. Lunch today?” Ellaya’s grip tightened on her phone. She never felt comfortable around Alex; there was something off about his gaze, something that made her skin crawl. She considered tellin
Ellaya lay in bed, her eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling as the moonlight cast eerie shadows across the room. Iden’s warning echoed in her mind, a relentless whisper that refused to let her rest. His possessiveness was suffocating, yet his distance was even more perplexing. Why did he keep her at arm’s length while guarding her so fiercely from other men? Was it mere coincidence, or was there a divine hand at play? She turned on her side, clutching the pillow tightly, her body tense with unease. Every time she met or talked to Alex, her phone would ring, and it would be Iden, as if he had a sixth sense about her interactions. It felt like he was always there, lurking in the shadows, watching her every move. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, her skin prickling with the sensation of being observed. Ellaya sat up abruptly, her breath coming in shallow gasps. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to ward off the chill that had settled in her bones. The more she th
In the stillness of the night, Ellaya sat perched on the balcony,alone under the cold, indifferent gaze of the moon. The howling wind whipped through her hair, sending shivers down her spine, echoing the turmoil within her heart. Her slender neck stretched upwards, legs folded beneath her, and arms wrapped protectively around her knees. A solitary tear trickled down her cheek, vanishing amidst the strands of her hair. More tears cascaded down her cheeks, mingling with the shimmering moonlight as if even the heavens wept for her sorrow. A wistful smile adorned her lips, as if in recognition of a familiar ache. Why did misfortune always seem to find her, especially in matters of the heart? From her childhood, she yearned for the warmth of her parents’ love. As an only child, she never experienced the tender embrace of parental care. Instead, she was merely a source of financial gain for them. Her journey with music began when most children embarked on their school adventures. El