[MATURE CONTENTS, NO RAPE, VIOLENCE, DARK] She didn't realize she was slowly falling deeply for the handsome billionaire who always hid in the shadows, shrouded in darkness and mystery. Despite the blaring alarm in her head screaming 'danger alert,' she just had to trust him. But he wasn’t just a wealthy heartthrob; he was a bad boy with sinister intentions. He became her weapon for revenge, an addiction that transformed her into a villain. (EXTRACT) Eamon's gaze flicked to the name tag on her uniform, which read "Mia." He smirked, clearly aware of the deception. "Heather, do you think you can save your life from me in a hospital?" he teased. "Well, if... if you're a disease," Heather retorted, trying to regain some semblance of control. Eamon chuckled softly, a chilling sound. "Sure I am. A terminal one." "Anyway, Mr. Eamon, sorry for taking things the wrong way this morning. Perhaps you thought I was mocking your blindness by saying you changed my clothes," she said sincerely. "It's alright," Eamon replied, a hint of amusement in his tone. "I saw everything though." Heather blinked in confusion. "Huh? But... you're blind. How can you see everything like you claimed?" Eamon's smile widened, and he leaned in slightly. "Let me tell you a secret then, Ms Heather," he said, removing his dark lenses to reveal a set of emerald green eyes. "You have a fading tattoo 'A & H' on your left waist and a tiny black dotty mole underneath your right breast," Eamon said, his voice low and intimate. Heather: "...." Eamon's eyes bore into hers, a predatory glint in them. "You can't hide from me, Heather. Not in a hospital, not anywhere."
View MoreThe clock struck 9 o'clock PM as Eamon slipped quietly into the mansion. The low hum of the television was the only sound that filtered through the air. He moved through the foyer, catching a glimpse of Harris, who trailed closely behind him, eyes bright and all ready for work.. Yes, work.“Did they get the Blackwoods?” Eamon asked, his voice low, almost conspiratorial.“Absolutely, Boss,” Harris replied, grinning ear to ear. “Everything went off without a hitch, all thanks to Master Nathan's hands.”As Eamon stepped into the living room, he spotted Heather sprawled on the couch like a starfish. The soft glow of the TV illuminated her peaceful face. A pink blanket was draped over her, and she looked utterly adorable. ‘What is that? A pink, fluffy…cloth?’ he mused, moving closer.“Seriously,” Harris whispered, eyes widening. “Is that…?” Eamon shot him a look, finger raised to his lips. “Shh! You’ll wake her up.” Slowly, he lifted her up and carried her in his arms.But just then, He
The morning sun streamed through the sheer curtains, casting a warm glow into the plush white designed room. Heather lay in the plush jacuzzi, the fragrant honey and milky scent enveloping her, making her feel relaxed, happy and well content. She had no idea how Eamon managed to arrange everything before her arrival or after, all in a few hours, but her mind was too hazy to dwell on it.That lovely heaven-like tranquility was shattered by her phone ringing incessantly. She frowned at the screen when she saw the caller: ‘Remember To Kill Me’, it was Marcus. Suddenly, to Heather, it felt like the sound of her ringtone was irritating, like an annoying fly buzzing around her head. She took a deep breath, resisting the urge to throw the phone against the wall. After all, it cost Arthur a lot to get it and would probably cost more now to get a phone like this.“Ugh, not this again,” she muttered to herself, reluctantly reaching for her phone after it rang again and again.Marcus's voice
Eamon sat in a sleek, modern slaughter and meat selling shop that radiated an air of cleanliness and order aside its meaty and bloody smell, a very big contrast to the usual dark underground or abandoned places one could do dirty business. The only slight similarity was that each and every person in the meat shop was Eamon's men, even the one who posed as customers, for now.Sunlight filtered through large glass windows, illuminating the polished wood and metal furnishings. He sipped white tea from his teacup, tapping his fingers on the table, seeming like he was lost in thought. Sitting across from him was his cousin Jordan Cooper-Rodge who leaned back in his chair and a casual smirk donned on his face.“What brings you here, Cousin?” Jordan asked, tilting his head slightly. He had dark curls that framed his face perfectly well. “I didn’t expect to see you in base for at least a week.”As it is, this clean slaughterhouse was their base to meet up and talk about the family business
Heather stood frozen. She was shocked as well as utterly speechless. Her heart wqs still racing as a result of the wild currents of desire but, what was it with this harsh reality of his rejection? She couldn't even comprehend what had just transpired, she was confused and unsatisfied."Mr. Rodge, wait—" she began, but he turned on his heel, leaving her breathless and aching for more. The door clicked shut behind him, isolating her in the study, and thanks to the silence her own heartbeat was amplified.She took a shaky breath, trying to ground herself. The fabric of the dress lay before her, untouched, as if mocking her inability to focus. It was mocking her!‘Do not hit it or yell at it, Heather. It's just a dress,’ she reminded herself. Just a project. Good, it didn't have eyes to witness this moment, even if it is sort of a potential witness.After a moment, she returned to continue her work but her fingers were fumbling with the needle and thread, shaky and unsteady. Her mind c
"It's beautiful."She breathed, her eyes fixed on the dress as she stepped back to admire her handiwork. But her reverie was shattered by the sound of Eamon's voice, his deep tones sending a shiver down her spine.She spun around, her heart racing like a wild animal, to find him standing in the study doorway, his arms crossed over his chest, his bathrobe still wrapped around him like a shroud.His eyes narrowed, his gaze fixed intently on her, and Heather felt her pulse quicken, her breath catching in her throat."Control yourself, Heather," she whispered sternly, her eyes locked on his, as she struggled to rein in her traitorous body's response to his presence.But it was no use; her heart continued to race, her skin tingling with awareness, as he drew closer, his eyes burning with an intensity that left her breathless.
"You made so many demands, how is Madam Eamon going to meet them?"Eamon's movements froze, his glass of wine suspended mid-air. "What did you call her?" he asked, his tone flat and even, but his eyes gleaming with a hint of excitement.Harris looked up at Eamon, whose sophisticated eyes now stared deep into his, as if searching for something."M... Madam Eamon," Harris stuttered, his eyes darting away.Eamon's face then broke into a desperate, childish smile, his eyes shining with an unsettling intensity."I'll triple your bonus this month and the next six months," he offered, his voice dripping with enthusiasm.Harris's eyes widened in shock, his mouth agape. This offer was too good to be true. It happened once in a NEVER!"As you say, Boss." He nodded hastily,
Heather stood in the vast study, her mind reeling with the implications of the deal she had just made with the Eamon Rodge.Just as she began to steady her breathing and calm her racing thoughts, the door opened again, and Harris entered, his footsteps echoing through the room.He carried a sleek black folder, its surface embossed with a subtle logo."Everything is ready, sir," Harris said, his voice efficient and detached, as he handed the folder to Eamon.Eamon nodded, taking the folder with an air of triumph, his eyes gleaming with a sinister light.Flipping through the documents with a satisfied smile, his gaze lingered on each page, savoring the victory. "Good. Ms. Heather, sign these, and our marriage will be official."That was quick!Heather thought as she took the pen, her hands trembling like
Immediately after entering the study, Heather kept her head down, the door behind her closing with a decisive thud.The sound echoed in the room, reinforcing the feeling that there was no escape. She was alone with the wealthy Adonis known as Eamon Rodge.Or perhaps it wasn't just her mindset—maybe Harris, who had closed the door, intended for her to feel that way.She took a deep breath and looked up, meeting Eamon's gaze.He was sitting behind an enormous mahogany desk, his piercing green eyes fixed on her. He removed his glasses slowly, placing them on the desk, and leaned back in his chair, a slight smirk playing on his lips."What brings you here, Ms. Heather?" Eamon asked, his voice smooth and calm.Heather swallowed hard, her hands trembling slightly. "I need your help," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
After the incident at the insurance company, Heather stepped out of Eamon's car, her heart racing and her cheeks still flushed from the encounter with Eamon.She hailed a cab and quickly slipped into the back seat, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts."Where to, miss?" the cab driver asked."Take me to 23 Francis Borough Street, please," she replied, giving him the address she shared with Camille.As the cab began to move, Heather couldn't help but replay her short, almost erotic moment with Eamon in her mind. She muttered words to herself, barely aware of what she was saying."Those eyes... God, those eyes," she whispered, staring out the window but seeing nothing. "How can someone have such intense eyes? It's like they see right through me."She shook her head, trying to clear the image of Eamon's piercing gaze from her thoughts which was abs
Marcus paced back and forth across the living room, his jaw clenched and fists tightening with every step. Heather stood by the window, her eyes filled with tears and frustration. The silence between them was thick, nearly suffocating."How could you, Heather?" Marcus finally broke the silence, his voice trembling with a mixture of anger and hurt. "How could you do this to me?""Marcus, please, you have to listen to me," Heather pleaded, her voice cracking. "I didn't cheat on you. I never would. That picture—""Don't even start with that!" Marcus interrupted, his eyes flashing. "You think I'm stupid? I saw the picture. You were hugging him, Heather. My best friend!"Heather took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "I know how it looks, but it's not what you think. I swear, I don't know how that picture got out there. Yes, we hugged, but it wasn't like that. He was comforting me because I was upset about something else entirely.""Comforting you? Really? That's the best you've got
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