A chorus of howls interrupted my thoughts as I closed my eyes and prayed they wouldn’t find me. But then, I caught his scent, making Rayne surge forward. “Mila?” His voice came out in ragged breaths and sent a shiver down my spine. “Are you okay?” I turned to see Tyler stumbling into the entrance in all his glory. Even like this, I couldn’t help but marvel at his physique. If I didn’t want him, I was doing a terrible job at showing it. I closed my eyes to stop from staring, but even then images of him appeared in my mind. “Please,” I begged. “Just leave me alone!” “You know I can’t do that,” Tyler growled softly. “Let me help you. You’re in he–” “I don’t care!” I screamed. I shivered, not from being cold but from the sweat building all over me. I knew Tyler was moving closer to me, his scent making me dizzy. I wrapped my arms around myself. I’d never experienced anything like this before. It was all-consuming and I needed relief immediately. “Please,” I pleaded with both of them, but slowly lost the battle the moment I felt my hands moving between my legs. **** After enduring not one, but two rejections, Mila decides her only option is to leave before she’s swallowed by the darkness. Years later, Mila mysteriously returns home, her heart consumed by a thirst for vengeance. She uncovers a web of betrayal, lies, and twisted desires threatening to consume her. Bound by a dark romance that ignites forbidden passions, she must navigate a treacherous path filled with danger, where every ally could be an enemy in disguise. What dark secrets will Mila uncover? Get ready for rejections, desire, and revenge.
Lihat lebih banyakTYLERA text from some hacker had me following Amira and Lena down the hall into one of the rooms. I knew something was weird about that photographer. This text just proved it. They spent some time inside before leaving, the door was slightly ajar. Sloppy. Either they were careless, or they didn’t think anyone would question them being here.I stepped inside, eyes scanning the monitors that displayed the cameras covering the event. Nothing immediately stood out–until I saw a folder labeled Emilia.My stomach clenched as I reached for it. Flipping it open, I expected to see outtakes from the shoot. Instead, I found something worse—secrets. Photos that had nothing to do with modeling and everything to do with blackmail.The first image stopped me cold. Francesca, wrapped around an infamous therapist to the elites. His name alone was scandalous, tied to more than a few high-profile breakdowns. And beneath the photos, a mention of a video. My pulse hammered.Before I could flip through th
MILAFinally something else I could focus on besides the files we found in Alpha Gregory’s office. I didn’t have a beach to work with for this event, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t create one. Every inch of this event had been designed to perfection, down to the placement of the lighting and the subtle gold detailing on the tables, and the diamonds on display. I’d walked through this space too many times to count, checking for any weak points Arianna could exploit. Then, to be extra cautious, I made sure not to invite her.Of course, Camila had questioned that decision. “Maybe you should invite her,” she had suggested with a knowing smirk. “Better to have your enemies where you can see them.”She was right. Because as much as I tried to enjoy tonight, something felt off. No amount of polite praise from the guests or the slight smile on Mister Deveaux’s face could shake the unease prickling at the back of my neck.“Lovely event.”The voice was smooth, deliberate. I turned, already bra
MILAI walked up the steps to the orphanage, the scent of fresh paint and sawdust clinging in the air. Despite the faint ache simmering in my chest I allowed myself to feel satisfied at how the improvements were coming along. New windows, the creaking porch reinforced, and the overgrown lawn trimmed down to something almost respectable. The fact that Jenna was dedicated to turning this back into the orphanage it once was was admirable. Also, the only reason I was funding it. Nanna Gertie would’ve wanted this, and she deserved this and more after everything she has done for me. The front door creaked open, and there he was.Alex.He froze the moment he saw me, his body tensing like I’d slapped him. His shirt was damp with sweat, his hair a disheveled mess like he’d been working non-stop. For a long second, neither of us moved. The air between us felt thick enough to choke on. So I did what I did best–ignored it.I walked right past him without so much as a glance.“We have nothing to
GABEIt didn’t take long to access the hidden chamber. Alpha Gregory’s ring fit seamlessly into a panel behind a bookcase, triggering a quiet mechanical shift. The entire shelf groaned before sliding aside, revealing a narrow passageway leading to a secret room.“Cliché,” I muttered.Mila moved like a shadow, her slim frame clad entirely in black. I couldn’t help but watch her–so focused, so damn cute in her element..“Someone’s been watching way too many spy movies,” I smirked.“What? I like wearing black,” she said, her tone defensive but playful.“You know you don’t have to dress up to sneak around, right?” I said, eyeing her massive afro that completely betrayed any attempt at subtlety.She rolled her eyes. “Habit I guess. Besides, I still don’t want your wife to know I’m here.”Wife. That word was a sharp reminder that Arianna still hasn't signed the divorce papers. Rumors were already circulating, thanks to a well-placed article online, but she was holding on–for what, I wasn’t
TYLERI didn't bother knocking as Mila’s door slammed opened, hitting the wall with a loud thud, but I didn’t care. Not after what I’d heard from Camila about the party. Not after almost a week of silence from Mila. I needed to see her.She looked up from the tablet in her hand, her soft music playing in the background. And just like that, the breath in my lungs stilled. She sat curled up on the couch, her bare legs tucked beneath her, a loose blouse slipping off one shoulder, exposing smooth, brown skin. Her afro pulled into a high bun, a few unruly strands escaping to frame her face. Even in the dim glow of the lamp, I could see exhaustion in her eyes—deep brown, flecked with hints of amber, like a sunset right before night took over. She was beautiful. “Tyler, what are you–woah!”Before she could finish, I was across the room in a flash, closing the distance between us and pulling her into my arms. The tablet nearly slipped from her hand as I held her tighter than I should’ve, bu
ARIJust great. The two people I didn’t want to see today. I paused in the doorway of my office, swallowing down the lump rising in my throat. The past couple of weeks have been hell with Randall’s death taking up the main news and the council taking more interest in our family than usual.The only upside was Gabe, who was acting a bit more subservient than before. My father was sitting in my chair like he owned the place–which, to be fair, he acted like he did–while my stepmother perched delicately in the chair across from him. I closed the door behind me, careful not to let my hand tremble on the knob. “Well, isn’t this an unwanted family surprise.”“Not in the mood for jokes, Arianna,” my father grumbled. “This mess of your friend doesn’t look good for the family.”I walked around the desk slowly, keeping my head high though my palms were sweating. “What do you want me to do, Father? Tell Randall not to die next time?”His hand came down on the desk with a loud bang, making me ju
MILAI stirred, the sounds of birds and a soft breeze teased my skin. Warmth enveloped me from behind, the heavy weight of an arm slung around her waist, fingers splayed possessively over my stomach.My eyes blinked open slowly, and for a second, I wasn’t sure where I was–until the scent hit me.Gabe. Earthy, masculine, a hint of pine and spice.Oh, hell no.My gaze dropped down my body, and that’s when the realization sank in. I was human now. And naked. Wrapped up in Gabe’s equally bare body like I belonged there.Rayne was smugly quiet in the back of my mind, clearly enjoying every second of my slow-burning horror.What the hell happened?Mila,” Rayne purred. “And you were worried about me.”“Okay, okay. No big deal.” Just… sneak out of his arms. Pretend this never happened.I sucked in a breath and carefully began to untangle myself, moving as slowly as possible. Gabe’s chest rose and fell in deep, even breaths, his dark lashes resting against his cheekbones. Relaxed. Peaceful. To
TYLERMy head pounded, mouth dry as sandpaper, as I leaned against the cold tile walls of the shower, letting the water hammer down on me. I racked my brain, trying to figure out who the hell was in my bed. The sheets had been rumpled, and there was a scent of a woman. Familiar.Mila?No way. Not after what I did. My fist rammed into the wall. And yet, for a split second, I wanted to believe she had. That she had shown up, crawled into my bed, and forgiven me without a word.I needed to find her. Apologize.No.I needed to do more than that—something real. Something that showed her I meant it. Mila liked meaningful gestures... right? But what the hell could I give her?Jewelry? Too impersonal. Too flashy.Anything expensive would piss her off.I rubbed my hands over my face again, groaning. What did she even like?My mind raced through every conversation, every tiny detail she had let slip when she wasn’t busy trying to act like she didn’t care. She talked about the orphanage and the
MILAHours slipped by as Rayne and Spencer ran through the forest, their paws pounding in rhythm over the soft earth. The moon arched high in the sky, casting pale beams that danced through the trees and lit their path in silver.Rayne glanced at Spencer as they ran, a glint of fire in her silver eyes, and for the first time in days, I felt her smile.Her muscles ached, but it was a good kind of ache–the kind that came from living, from fighting back, from surviving. The pain from Arianna’s attack had dulled to a faint burn, and strength surged through her limbs as if the forest itself was giving her back everything she’d lost.Eventually, the sound of rushing water teased Rayne’s ears, and as they broke through a dense line of trees, a wide creek sparkled before them, lit by moonlight that shimmered on its surface.Rayne slowed to a trot, chest heaving, her tongue lolling out as she padded to the edge of the water. She bent her head to drink, the coolness of the stream easing the fir
MILA Sophomore Year“Hi! I’m Mila Davis. I am a strong, beautiful, black girl and I don't need…” I looked down at the text message from my friend, Gabe, who hasn’t been to school all week. Affirmation for the day he texted. I cleared my throat and looked back into the mirror. “...and I don’t need validation from anyone but myself.”Don’t get me wrong. I think I was pretty cute. Frizzy afro that I have given up on taming, pleasantly plump cheeks that grandies loved to pinched and small freckles that I think added a little flair to my face. Framing my face were thick, rounded glasses that magnified my light brown eyes, and honestly made me look smart. Who didn’t want to look smart? I took pride in dark brown skin, not a single blemish in sight. Well aside from the vitiligo in certain spots, but those spots were in places that only my beloved would be able to see. Still, despite societal stereotypes, I was determined to be seen. Just maybe after I graduate highschool.I took a deep brea...
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