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Flora's POVI find myself shaking my head briskly, trying to tell him to keep his mouth shut and not let the matter escalate, but he is so damn relentless as he squeezes his face at me and looks behind him, probably trying to pretend as though he cannot hear what I'm saying."I'm having a hard time trying to understand you, Flora. Can you please open your mouth clearly and tell me exactly what you want me to do for you?"Good heavens, I fucking want to kill him right now.I swallow hard as I glare at him and clench my fist tight, giving him a warning look, but he is not backing down anytime soon."Now that I have gotten your attention and you can see the severity of the situation, maybe this is a good time to reaffirm my request right now and see if you are still going to be so reluctant to listen to me."I grind my teeth together as he moves closer and smiles wickedly at me.Serena, who is seated beside me, looks confused as her gaze continues to move from me back to Damien and back
Flora's POV"Are you serious about not wanting to talk to me about this, Flora?" Serena's voice is blaring loudly from the other side of the door as I lean against it, trying everything within my power to keep it from opening. I gaze up at the ceiling and shut my eyes tight with exasperation.Fuck Damian for saying this out loud within her hearing. Now I'm going to have an extremely lonely battle in trying to make her forget about this.Serena has always been the kind to be extremely inquisitive about things, especially when it comes to matters concerning me, even though it is none of her fucking business.The fact that she just wants to know about it is what is getting me extremely annoyed right now as I quickly turn around and open the door to see her standing in front of me, giving me a questioning gaze."Is it every single living thing about my life you must know about?" I ask as I attempt to walk past her, but she stands in
I continue to scrutinize him deeply the moment he says that, and this makes me fold my arms intensely as I observe him and tap against my jaw, thinking if it will be a wise idea to believe him. I turn to look at Serena, but then I realize that now is not such a good time to even listen to any advice from her since Lucas has already shut her up just a few minutes ago.It's now that I actually realize that most of the times I have already gotten used to waiting for her approval, and it makes me bite hard against my bottom lip to see that she is not even looking at us presently, probably still angered by the way Lucas spoke to her a few minutes ago. She is gazing elsewhere, tapping her foot restlessly against the floor."She is not the owner of your life, Flora, and please, for once, just own yourself and make the decision with your own mind. You don't have to depend on her all the time, and she's not going to determine your entire life for you."
"Have you been fucking stalking me all my life?" I look at him as he shakes his head quickly, his lip trembling with a certain fright I have never seen in his eyes for a very long time.He quickly gets up from the sofa and attempts to take hold of my hand, perhaps trying to pacify me. "No, seriously, it's not what you think, Flora. I need you to listen to me. Please give me a chance to explain." I move quickly away from him, looking at him, unable to control the rage that is moving through my mind. "Honestly, I don't know what to think about you right now," I say as I raise both of my hands with exasperation and look at him. "I don't even think I understand and know you presently. Why? Why have you been following me all my life? Just what is the use? What were you hoping to accomplish? Do you realize and understand just how stupid and freakish that sounds? You have literally been following me for..." I exasperatedly move awa
CRASH!!!!!!The loud sound of heavy ceramics shattering against the hard floor forces Victoria to quickly step down from the shower in the bedroom of the opulent mansion, a towel wrapped around her, revealing her lithe and alluring figure.She stops with a jolt, realizing the source of the commotion: Damian, pacing furiously throughout the expansive living room, his face contorted in a mask of rage."Fucking bitch!! Why the hell is it so hard for you to believe me for once?" he screams at the top of his lungs, kicking another ceramic ornament across the room.Victoria calls out, her voice sharp and commanding, "Damian!"He halts at the sound of her voice and slowly turns, his eyes narrowing into an intense frown. Then, he coughs, walking towards a nearby sofa and slumping against it, his foot tapping a relentless rhythm against the floor.She observes him from the staircase for a brief moment, a mischievous smile playin
Flora's POV I try to see what I can do to relax and regain my sanity as I stay back up in Serena's room, attempting to sketch out some major designs that are flashing through my imagination.Serena has already left to work and get some important documents which she promises she will get back to me to review more things while we are on our mission discussing plans to bring Damien down. I am just taking this as my little break as I write briskly against the drawing pad in my hand, sketching something that is flashing in my mind and just using it to pass away time. But I am still unable to focus because the only thing plaguing my mind endlessly right now is Lucas, and I am not calm at all.I am extremely furious. I don't know what to think right now, and I don't even know what I'm doing as I just begin to scratch the pencil relentlessly against the drawing pad, my vision and getting blurry probably due to the amount of tears tha
He looks at me for a brief while, toying with his lips in a sexy manner that slowly begins to round up my internal organs. I tighten my fists, struggling with my very best to regain my composure as I close my eyes and grind my teeth together. "Okay, you really need to stop that right now. We are discussing an important issue, and you need to be serious.""Stop what? I'm not doing anything, okay? I'm just thinking of how I'm going to explain everything to you because it might not actually be something that you will understand deeply since it was what I felt and...""Just say it, no matter how it is, and make it make sense to me so that I don't give you a blow that would dislocate your nose right now."He looks taken aback by what I just said as he looks at me with wide eyes, but then he shakes his head and chuckles slightly, gazing at the ground. "All right then, I guess I'm just going to put it plainly to you. I am honestly an
FLORA'S POVThis news is a nightmare. It's going to make everything worse for me, and I absolutely despise it. The rage boiling within me is almost unbearable. If I could get my hands on Victoria right now, I swear I would tear her apart piece by piece. How could she? How could she stoop this low just to sabotage us?The weight of the scandal presses down on my chest, suffocating me. I know this will be impossible to ignore. It has derailed our plan and diverted our focus from what truly matters—bringing down Damien. Instead of staying on track, we are now forced to fight off this web of lies, and I hate it with every fiber of my being.I glance at Lucas. He looks composed, but I know better. I see the tension in his shoulders, the slight twitch in his jaw, the flicker of unease in his usually confident eyes. He's nervous, though he's trying to mask it. I can tell his mind is racing, strategizing, scrambling to find a way out of this mess. He's always been the one to take charge, to f
LUCAS' POVI try to keep my focus on the plan we're putting together, but my attention keeps drifting toward Richard. I still don't trust him, no matter how convincingly he claims to be on our side. His words are sharp and precise, his demeanor calculated. He says he wants Damien to pay, that he wants justice, but something about him seems off. His presence feels too convenient, his willingness too eager. I can't shake the feeling that there's more to him than he's letting on.Across the table, Serena and Flora stand by, closely observing everything as we strategize. I catch the exhausted look on Serena's face—she's tired of all of this. The weight of everything we've been through is pressing down on her. She just wants it to be over. I meet her gaze with a reassuring look, silently promising that we're close to the end. That this nightmare is almost over."We've tracked his last known location to the marina district," one officer says, sliding a map across the table. "But he's been c
Lucas' POVThis ends today.I am not letting Damian escape again.I push myself to the absolute limit, my muscles burning as I chase after him with everything I have. But goddamn, he's fast—faster than I ever expected. His movements are fluid, almost unnatural, like he's spent his entire life training for a moment like this. He weaves through the crowded space with ease, slipping through obstacles like a shadow bending and twisting with the light.For years, I thought I knew who Damian was. A criminal, a manipulator, a strategist. But this—this sheer physicality, this level of agility—I never knew he had it in him.An officer to my right takes off after him, trying to cut off his path. Another, standing a few feet away, sees the chase and tosses a weapon toward me. Instinct takes over. I catch it in midair, adjusting my grip without breaking stride. The cool weight of the gun in my hand grounds me, sharpens my focus.I push harder.The moment I burst out of the building, my feet skid
Lucas' POVThe tension in the room is suffocating as we search every inch of Damien's office, determined to find the escape route he must have used. My eyes dart from the large wooden desk to the bookshelves lining the walls, scanning for any sign of a hidden passage. Drawers are flung open, chairs overturned, papers scattered across the floor as everyone works in frantic synchronization.Then, one of the officers calls out, his voice sharp and urgent."Over here!"We immediately scramble toward him, our boots thudding against the floor in unison. He stands beside the elevator, his hand pressed against the panel. His face is grim, his expression tight with focus."What is it?" I demand, my pulse hammering in anticipation.Instead of answering, he presses a seemingly insignificant button on the control panel. A faint click echoes in the silence, followed by a mechanical whirring sound. Slowly, a hidden access point reveals itself—an opening at the top of the elevator, leading upward."
Lucas' POVBy the time morning arrives, the first thing I see is Flora's peaceful face resting against the pillow beside me. Her features are soft, relaxed, untouched by the chaos of our reality. A few strands of her wavy blonde hair have fallen across her cheek, and I resist the urge to brush them away, not wanting to disturb the quiet serenity of this moment.She looks so at ease, so completely unburdened in sleep, and I find myself mesmerized by the gentle rise and fall of her chest. The warmth of her body lingers against mine, a silent reminder of everything that transpired between us last night.I think back to the way she unraveled me, how she shattered every last piece of my self-control with a single touch, a single whispered plea. She left me breathless, consumed, utterly lost in her.A slow smile tugs at my lips. I love her. I have loved her for longer than I can even admit to myself, and now, with her curled up in my arms, with her body wrapped around mine like she belongs
Lucas' POVI am already done for.Flora and Serena stand before me, their gazes sharp enough to slice through every carefully crafted lie I have ever told. Their eyes burn with suspicion, their bodies rigid with unrelenting determination. The air between us is thick with tension, pressing down on me like a suffocating weight.We have barely escaped Damien's ambush minutes ago—barely survived a situation that could have ended in bloodshed. And yet, instead of relief, instead of gratitude, all their focus has turned to me.I should have expected this.I want to tell them they should be thanking me, not interrogating me. If it weren't for my intervention, we might not even be standing here right now. But I know that line of reasoning won't fly. Not with them. Not with Flora.Because she wants the truth.And that is the one thing I cannot give her.The mysterious person who has helped me—who has secretly arranged for the armed men to intervene—needs to remain in the shadows. Exposing him
Flora's POVI stand there, completely dumbstruck, my breath catching in my throat. The entire situation has flipped in our favor so fast I can barely process it. Just moments ago, Damien held the upper hand, his grip like an iron shackle around me, his dominance undeniable. But now? Now, he is the one trapped.His hold on me loosens instantly as armed men flood the room, their weapons locked on him with deadly precision. Their presence shifts the air, thickening it with tension. The metallic click of safety switches being disengaged sends a clear message—there is no escape.Damien's jaw tenses, his mind undoubtedly racing for a way out. For a split second, I can see it—the battle within him. Fight or surrender? Run or resist? But the odds are impossible. The realization dawns in his darkened eyes, a flicker of recognition before he lets out a slow, measured breath and makes his choice.With a controlled movement, he drops his gun. The weapon clatters against the polished floor, the so
Flora's POVI keep glancing at Lucas, trying to read his expression. He isn't moving, isn't reacting—just standing there, staring at Damien with that dangerous smirk, as if he is cooking something up in his mind.My nerves are shot, my body tense. I flick my gaze to Serena. She looks like she is two seconds away from lunging at Damien and punching him in the face. But we all know that would be a terrible idea.Damien's gun remains trained on Lucas, his expression laced with frustration. "I don't understand," he says, shaking his head. "Why are you so interested in her? What's the history between you two that makes you willing to throw your life away?"We aren't about to give him the backstory—that Lucas and I were high school classmates, that this connection between us runs deeper than anything Damien could comprehend.The only thing that matters is that I cannot go with him.But he doesn't care. His grip on my wrist tightens, and he yanks me toward the bedroom door, still keeping his
Flora's POVThe fury in Lucas's eyes is unmistakable.A storm brews behind his gaze, dark and untamed, like a predator sizing up its prey. Every muscle in his body is locked in place, coiled tight with restrained violence. His fists are clenched at his sides, but he doesn't move—not yet. Instead, he stands perfectly still, watching Damien with an icy, unshakable focus.Damien's smirk widens, as if he enjoys the power he holds in this moment. His fingers flex around the gun in his hand, the metal gleaming under the dim light. His stance is relaxed—too relaxed. Like he truly believes he's already won."Come here, Flora. Now. Or I put a bullet in him," Damien threatens, his voice a low, menacing growl.A cold wave of terror crashes over me.My body refuses to move. My legs feel like they're rooted to the floor, my breath caught somewhere between panic and disbelief.This isn't happening. This can't be happening.I glance at Lucas, desperately searching his face for some kind of reassuran