Trust Fall With EAMON RODGE
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[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."
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Heather's eyes fluttered open, the morning sunlight filtering through the curtains and casting a warm glow across the room. Confusion clouded her mind as she tried to piece together the events of the previous night. The last thing she remembered was pouring her heart out to a stranger, the weight of her troubles heavy on her shoulders.As she sat up in bed, her gaze swept across the room, and her heart skipped a beat when she saw Eamon sitting calmly in the armchair. Panic surged through her veins as she realized she was not alone."What are you doing here?" Heather demanded, her voice laced with anger and fear.Eamon regarded her coolly, his dark lenses masking his eyes. "I believe I have my freedom to be where I want," he replied calmly. "And the bed included."Heather's confusion turned to alarm when she realized that her clothes had been changed. "You! Did you... change my clothes?" she asked, her voice trembling with anger.Eamon's response was a curt and bold "Yes."Heather's
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As they drove to the Ritz Hotel, Mia kept up a lively conversation, distracting Heather from her thoughts. But behind Mia's comforting words and friendly demeanor lay a seething resentment. Mia had always been jealous of Heather. She hated how her brother chose Heather over any of her own friends. Seeing Heather broken like this brought a twisted satisfaction that she hid well.At the hotel, Mia made sure they got a luxurious suite, treating Heather like a queen for the night. They ordered room service, sipped on champagne, and Mia did her best to keep Heather's spirits high.Heather, though still hurt, felt a bit of the tension easing away as they settled into the plush surroundings. "Thank you, Mia," she said, genuinely grateful. "I don't know what I would have done without you tonight."Mia smiled, a flicker of malice hidden behind her eyes. "That's what friends are for, Heather. I'll always be here for you."Heather, feeling slightly more relaxed but still emotionally drained,
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Heather's hands trembled as she clutched the signed contract, a mixture of relief and unease flooding her. She had done it. Eamon Rodge's signature was now on the document, but his ominous promise still echoed in her mind. She had to get back to Marcus and show him, prove to him that she was loyal and true.Driving back to Marcus's house, Heather replayed the encounter in her mind. Eamon Rodge was not the elderly man she had imagined, but a young, dark figure with an unsettling presence. His agreement to sign in exchange for a future favor had been unexpected, but she was willing to do whatever it took to save her relationship.As she approached Marcus's house, she noticed another car parked in the driveway. A knot formed in her stomach. Marcus had mentioned nothing about having guests tonight. Pushing down her anxiety, she parked and headed toward the door, her heart pounding louder with each step.The house was eerily quiet as she entered, the faint sound of laughter and clinking
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Heather's heart pounded as she approached the first gate of the secluded estate. The iron bars loomed ominously, and a shiver ran down her spine as the gate creaked open. Taking a deep breath, she stepped through, the crunch of gravel under her feet echoing in the stillness of the night.She approached the second gate, her nerves on edge. A tall, imposing man stood there, his stern gaze fixed on her. Summoning her courage, she spoke."Good evening, sir. My name is Heather. I'm here to see Mr. Eamon Rodge."The man scrutinized her for a moment before nodding. "Follow me," he said, his voice gruff. As they walked through the gate, Heather's anxiety grew. She realized he wasn't Eamon Rodge but another gatekeeper.They reached the third and main gate of the mansion, which opened to reveal another imposing man. Her heart raced as she approached him, her steps faltering."Good evening, Mr. Eamon," she began, trying to keep her voice steady. "I am Heather Daniels. I'm here to discuss an imp
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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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