This is book 2 in the King of Vampires series. It can be read as a standalone. The second most feared vampire in Moon City, the pawn was a face that had remained unknown for years on end among the vampire race. But in the normal light and to the outside world, Leon Vinerza was the face card of the ten hottest eligible bachelors in the whole of Moon City...and my did he love to play and party hard. Sacked on grounds unbeknownst to her, Sacha finds herself in between jobs and desperate to make ends meet when a job offer to tutor two boys in computer programming and basics lands on her doorstep.... literally. Her boss? The cocky and hot gorgeous male whose presence irks her to know ends but his body pulls her in and incites unimaginable things in her mind. But fate will still and always remain a bitch.
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The lights twinkled throughout the lavish living space as men in evening wear, mingled with women in sparkling cocktail dresses. The drinks flowed in crystal glasses as the guests of this stately party chatted among themselves as they waited for the guest of honour to appear.
This was the third wedding anniversary of Mr. and Mrs. Michael Barron. Mrs. Barron was the perfect host and flitted between the guests. Despite the passing time, Mr. Barron remained absent.
The party should have started almost an hour ago. All the guests were there; even the fashionably late guests had been waiting for a considerable time.
Juliette Monroe, or Mrs. Michael Barron, had put on the perfect mask to hide her panic. Several wives of her husbandās business associates had forced her to host this party. It was to celebrate their third wedding anniversary as a surprise gift.
She felt cornered. Juliette should have declined at once. Three years later, she wished to keep their private lives hidden from this crowd.
Juliette knew Michael hated anything to do with his marriage, and that included her. She thought he might go along with it because it would help with his networking and business deals.
Normally, Michael would be home by now. Heād at least have the decency to let her know heād not be home.
Heād never pick up her calls or answer her texts. Juliette learned that within days of her wedding disaster. She was still kicking herself for letting him force her into taking the place of the bride.
Aria Cain is Julietteās enemy, for lack of a better term.
It started during her last year of college. Call her weak if you wanted, but Juliette had crushed hard and fast for years on Michael Barron, to the point the man knew sheād help him with anything. In those days, sheād been naĆÆve to the extreme.
Juliette knew she was a people-pleaser. A chronic people-pleaser. In college, she worked herself to the bone because, unlike these trust fund babies, Juliette didnāt come from a moneyed family. They funded her place in college through arduous work and grants.
Her nativity came from her believing that if she did everything Michael wanted, heād be so happy that heād notice her and fall in love with her.
Call her thirty different kinds of fools, because here she stood after the ultimate sacrifice for nothing. Itās okay; Juliette already beat everyone with the name-calling, having called herself everything already.
Michael would eventually call and tell her what was happening. Sheās always the last to know. The one often overlooked. Juliette was the laughingstock of this social scene. She knew it, but for Michael, she tried her best not to allow it to affect his life or business.
Michael informed her that this was their first marriage. A trial run to see if he liked married life. If it fit his lifestyle in his future, to him, who his wife was didnāt matter. In fact, a nobody like her was perfect. Sheād be gone in five years, anyway.
He threatened to destroy her business and life after Aria backed out of their wedding hours before it happened. Michael blamed her for Ariaās leaving, the unprofessional mishaps, the cancelled venue, and a host of other disasters that she dealt with. Sometimes, she took on the debt to fix them. That wasnāt enough. He wanted her to hurt, and he needed a wife to see if marriage suited him. She was there, and sheād do it. It also put her within easy reach of being punished for this entire debacle.
She suspected Michael knew of this party and avoided it to humiliate her yet again.
Her wedding planning business? Itās long gone. He lied to her, and she couldnāt save it after the wedding disaster.
Now, she kept her efforts quiet and mentioned nothing about them to these people or Michael. Just two more years until freedom, she planned to seek ultimate revenge and emerge victorious. It was her sole defence against these people. There was something empowering about hearing someone slam you to the ground in one breath. Then praise your efforts because they donāt know it was your blood, sweat, and tears that created it. That was her revengeāa dish served cold in a few years.
Juliette held her cellphone, moving around and checking up on everyone, being as nice as they allowed her to be.
Finally, her phone rang, and Michaelās number appeared on her phone.
She rushed into a quiet bedroom after apologizing to everyone as she disappeared. Michaelās best friend had shadowed her since he arrived. Juliette knew how loyal Leon Opus was to Michael.
Michael even forgave Leon for stealing Aria from him months after the wedding. Juliette assumed Leon stood in as a guest so he could tell Michael all about her utter humiliation in front of his friends.
āHello?ā Leon wouldnāt let her close the door because he leaned against the doorjamb. Juliette frowned at him and at how he listened to her conversation.
āI wonāt be home tonight until late. Donāt hold dinner for me and donāt wait up for me.ā
āWhy didnāt you tell me this earlier? Whatās keeping you?ā
āIām working, and I donāt need to explain myself to you.ā
āAlright, donāt work too hard. Good night.ā Arguing was pointless, and mentioning the party would only anger him. His anger toward her was preferable to the humiliation.
Michael disconnected the call with, āGoodbye, Juliette.ā She didnāt respond to that. She tossed her phone onto the nightstand and stared at it as she tried to come up with a plan to deal with the mess outside.
I hadn't slept well last nightā¦.as a matter of fact I hadn't slept at all. Green eyes had tormented me with the words 'get it up' ringing through my ears all night.That was the reason for my being frosty and unreceptive throughout today.I read out from my note, absentmindedly instructing the students on how to debug a computer. I was tired and bummed out but I consoled myself with the fact that there were only three minutes remaining.Then I was free for the rest of the day. I held in my sigh and continued ratting off from the textbook. As a junior teacher, my position never required much work. Most times my position barely saw the inside of a classroom and on the occasion that it did, it was because the main teacher was not around. My position was mainly a backup or a fill in. Or at least, that's what it was supposed to be. However, in my case I did almost everything. Fuck it, I did everything. The lazy ass if a main teacher found ways to throw off his responsibilities to me a
True to his words, the driver rang my doorbell at eight and false to my sayings, I was dressed and ready to get this over with. I was actually stoked to see how this would turn out and then I would go back to cursing and hating him.My pepper spray was safely tucked in my purse and my nunchucks were strapped to my back. Just kidding about the nunchucksI locked my apartment door and followed the driver and slipped into the car through the door he held open, the leather seat feeling cool against my clammy skin.I hated it but I had no choice. At least I got to eat the free food. And he hadn't commanded me to be mannerly.The driver started the car and I felt my stomach roll alongside the tyres as memories of the last stunt he had pulled came flooding into my mind. The man he had brought me to meet was old enough to be my father in the human sense and his eyes didn't go off my breast for the whole of the sordid dinner.His eyes had looked like pincers and every time he had smiled, I
I groaned and sat up, the dyed blue endings of my hair flashing in my eyes.Light blue?Fuck, I must have been heavily drunk when I went to get this at the saloon.I wondered what the senior lecturers at the Academy would say when they saw me strutting in with this.They would probably sneer and murmur as always.My piercings gave them nightmares and I was proud of that fact.It gave me a rush.Banging noises came from outside my walls and my brows quirked in confusion.I lived alone.Quickly, I stood, careful not to make a sound. I grabbed the gun I had illegally purchased after I noticed that I was being followed (twice). Flipping it out of the safety lock, I gripped the butt tightly, hiding it behind my back as I opened the door gently.The noise came again, the clacks and bangs of pots and pans sounding through the house.This thief obviously didn't go to stealing school. Cus what in the hell of unstealthiness was this noise?I tiptoed down the hallway, the hard press of the gu
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