His steel gray eyes pierced into hers, and Rose felt like he become luring her into his daJA abyss. She took worried steps backward, however she didn't understand that he cherished the chase and derived pride from looking her run.She knew she couldn't run nor conceal from him, but there has been no different choice. He without difficulty cornered her in opposition to the wall, trapping her there. considered one of his arms snaked round her tiny waist, and the other caged her among himself and the wall. "tell me what you need, Rose," he stated, his hot breath fanning her neck. The moonlight cast a shadow on him, making him appear to be the satan he was. "What I need is to tug you to hell in which humans like you belong," she seethed. He let out a raw, deep giggle that had her insides twisting."And you suspect you will go away hell after dragging me there? interesting," James chuckled. "i'll ensure you might not get out of there. i'll make certain you have got nowhere else to run however my arms. My call can be the handiest factor you can pronounce as it might be the simplest element you think about, and whilst that occurs, you will be absolutely mine, Rose," he stated sinisterly. Trapped among love and struggle, Rose need to sail through if she intends to protect the humans she loves.
View MoreThe celebration in James’ mansion continued late into the night. The clinking of glasses, soft laughter, and warm conversations filled the air. Rose and Penelope sat together, admiring the diamond ring on Rose’s finger.“It’s beautiful,” Penelope murmured, turning Rose’s hand under the dim glow of the chandelier. “James really went all out.”Rose smiled, but there was a flicker of hesitation in her eyes.Penelope caught it immediately. “What’s wrong?”Rose exhaled, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Nothing… it’s just… James surprises me more and more every day. I thought I knew everything about him, but I keep realizing there’s so much I don’t.”Penelope smirked. “Welcome to James’ world. He’s full of secrets, but when he loves, he loves deeply. And he loves you, Rose.”Rose’s heart squeezed at those words. Did James really love her? Could he? With everything going on, did he even have space for love?Meanwhile, James and Cole sat across the room, discussing their next m
The grand estate of Mr. David stood under the dimming evening sky, a fortress of wealth and power. Inside, the tension was palpable. Mr. David sat on his luxurious leather couch, his fingers tapping impatiently on the armrest. His sharp eyes followed his son, Bruno, as he sparred with one of the trainers in the courtyard. Beside him, his wife, Greta, watched with pride, clapping excitedly every time Bruno landed a decent hit.“That's my son! You’re doing great, Bruno,” she cheered, smiling at him.Bruno tried to stay focused, but his father’s expressionless face unsettled him. He threw a final punch, stepping back to catch his breath, before looking toward his father, searching for approval. But all he saw was disappointment.Mr. David exhaled sharply and shook his head. “I’m sick and tired of your son, Greta,” he muttered. “He’s been learning the same thing for weeks, yet there’s no improvement. I don’t have time for this nonsense.”Greta’s smile faltered, and Bruno’s grip on his glo
Later that evening, Rose found herself standing in front of Penelope’s door. Taking a deep breath, she knocked lightly before pushing the door open.Penelope looked up from where she was seated on the bed, her expression softening when she saw Rose. “Hey, Rose. Come in.”Rose walked in hesitantly, her fingers fidgeting at her side. She felt restless, confused, and above all, uneasy.“You look like you have a lot on your mind,” Penelope observed.Rose sighed, sitting beside her. “It’s James. He’s been acting so strangely.”Penelope chuckled. “That’s not new. He has his moments.”“No,” Rose insisted. “It’s different this time. Earlier, I saw him sketching. He was completely lost in it, like he had done it for years.”Penelope’s smile faded, her brows furrowing slightly. “James? Sketching?”“Yes.” Rose nodded. “I don’t think so, he doesn’t know how to sketch. I know his twin brother was an artist”. Penelope said as she held Rose's hand. “But what I saw today… James was too good. He was
James sat in the darkness of his room, his thoughts drowning him. The ghosts of his past had never left him, they lingered in the corners of his mind, whispering memories he tried to forget.He stared blankly at the shattered vase on the floor, his breathing still uneven from the outburst he had moments ago. His fingers curled into a fist. He had lost control again.Standing up, he ran a hand through his hair and walked toward the far end of his room. The bookshelf there looked ordinary, but it was more than just a piece of furniture, it was a doorway. With a simple press against the wooden panel, a soft click sounded, and the hidden door slid open, revealing a narrow hallway leading into another room.His sanctuary.James stepped inside, closing the door behind him. The dim light cast long shadows over the walls, which were lined with sketches, paintings, and unfinished pieces, each one holding fragments of his life.A drawing board stood in the center of the room. He picked up a fre
The car rolled to a stop in front of a massive, grand estate. Towering iron gates loomed before them, opening smoothly as if welcoming them into another world. Rose’s breath hitched the moment she stepped out of the car, after James removed her blindfold. The sheer size of the mansion left her speechless.It was something straight out of a movie, luxurious, imposing, the kind of place that looked like it belonged to a country’s president rather than two men who had spent their lives navigating the shadows.Rose blinked rapidly, shaking her head. This can’t be real.She turned to James, her eyes wide with disbelief. “Tell me I’m dreaming.”James chuckled, stepping beside her. He gently placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, his grip firm but warm. “No, Rose, It’s very real.”As the other men moved inside, taking their positions to secure the area, Rose found herself still staring in awe.James glanced at her, a hint of pride in his voice as he said, “Cole and I built this place afte
James took Rose’s hand gently, leading her down the grand staircase. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver through her, but she kept her face composed. As they reached the bottom, Penelope, who was arranging the dining table, turned around, surprised to see James up and moving.“James! You’re awake,” Penelope said, walking toward them with a relieved smile. “How are you feeling? I hope the pain is gone.”James smirked. “I’m fine, Penelope. You worry too much.” He turned to Rose and squeezed her hand. “I’m taking her somewhere special.”Penelope raised a brow before glancing at Rose, who was blushing furiously. A knowing smile spread across her lips as she winked at Rose.“Oh, I see,” she teased. “Well, breakfast is ready if you two care to eat first.”James shook his head. “Not now. But don’t worry, we won’t be gone long.”Penelope folded her arms. “You sure you’re okay to be walking around like this? You should still be resting, James.”James chuckled. “I just came from Cole’s room.
Rose rested her head on James’s chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. His fingers traced gentle patterns on her bare back, making her shiver slightly. The room was silent except for their slow, steady breathing. The air between them was thick with the aftermath of their passion, but also with something deeper, something unspoken.James exhaled softly, his lips pressing against her forehead. “Are you okay?”She nodded against his skin before tilting her head up to look at him. “I should be asking you that,” she said with a small smile. “You were drinking like a madman earlier.”James chuckled, his chest vibrating beneath her. “Guess I needed it.”Rose frowned. “You needed to get drunk? That’s not like you.”James sighed, his fingers stilling on her back. “It’s my father, Rose. I wasn’t ready for him to come back. Not now.”She studied his face carefully, her hand coming up to rest against his cheek. “Why? What are you afraid of?”James closed his eyes briefly before m
James paced around the bar, his mind in turmoil. His father was back. The one man he never wanted to see again. The man who had abandoned him when he lost his twin. The man who would do anything to drag him into the dark world he had spent years trying to escape. James clenched his jaw, his fingers curling into fists. He could already imagine the pressure, the expectations, the manipulation. He wasn’t ready for it.Cole sat on the barstool, watching James closely. He understood exactly what was going through his friend’s mind. "James, calm down," he said, his voice steady. "Losing control won’t change the fact that your father is back."James shot him a glare before downing another glass of whiskey. "Calm down?" he scoffed, slamming the empty glass on the counter. "You don’t get it, Cole. That man… He wants to control me. He wants me to take over everything he built, the empire, the bloodshed, the power—everything!" He ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "And I don’t want it."
Cole narrowed his eyes at James, his jaw tightening as he processed the unexpected question.“Why are you asking me that?” he asked, crossing his arms.James leaned against the dresser, his expression unreadable. “Just answer me,” he said coolly.Cole scoffed, shaking his head. “No, James. You don’t get to question me like that when you’ve been acting like she’s nothing to you this whole time.” He stepped closer. “But fine. Let’s say I do love Rose. What are you going to do about it?” His lips curved into a smirk. “After all, you said she was just a maid. You can’t have it both ways.”James’ eyes darkened. In a flash, he grabbed Cole by the collar of his shirt, pulling him dangerously close.“Watch your mouth,” James growled, his grip tightening. His voice was low, but his anger was clear.Cole didn’t flinch. “Or what?” he challenged.James’ nostrils flared as he met his brother’s unwavering gaze. Then, without hesitation, he spoke the words that even surprised himself.“Rose is my wo
CHAPTER 1 Rose Becker sighed for the umpteenth time as she checked herself out within the replicate. Guilt squeezed her heart tight, however there was nothing she could do. What should she do? She had performed this endless times, yet the guilt remained; she couldn't shake it off. She knew being a stripper was not anything to be pleased with, but she lived in a cruel world wherein no person cared about absolutely everyone. The only language all and sundry understood is money and she or he has learnt to simply accept that fact when you consider that she turned into 12. Her dad and mom died in a car accident and her aunt and cousins kicked her and her little sister out in their family house. She was surviving on her own ever seeing that. She would not care what the arena thinks about her; a few might call her filthy however she would not think. Her cellphone began ringing and he or she checked the caller identity: "Chain" became displayed. Rose cleared her throat before ans...
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