A young woman with a tortured past finds help in the kindness of a rich matron. She struggles with the darkness of her past, trying to control her demons all on her own until she learns that one does not have to fight all alone. She learns this when she makes contact with the only man who is capable of healing her bruises and silencing the dark voices forever. Can she allow him mend her or is the damage far worse than it seems?
Author's POV
A year ago
"Wilfred?"
"Yes, ma'am?" her chauffeur replied, his eyes expertly fixed on the road.
"What do you think when you see this shade of colour?" She propped a shopping bag on her laps, pulling on a part of an evening gown folded neatly in the bag towards Wilfred. He mentally rolled his eyes. Why she usually asked his take on topics of fashion he would never understand. He glanced at the dress for a second before returning his eyes to the road.
"That's peach, right?" Wilfred asked to be exact.
"Of course, it is," Madam Veronica replied with an obvious eye roll.
"Just wanted to be accurate, ma'am. The colour looks warm and respectful. It's quite a mature hue, very suitable to sophisticated people," he concluded, his explanation almost as explicit as that of a fashion designer. Madam Veronica was very impressed with his answer.
"Wow, such wise words. I should probably take you with me when I go shopping for lingerie later. You have quite an exquisite discernment."
"Hard pass, ma'am. I'm afraid I will have to decline on your request."
Madam Veronica's chuckle filled the car immediately. Minutes later, silence reigned again as the chief occupant got busy on her phone and Wilfred minded his driving squarely. The car was passing by a dark lane when suddenly a loud scream was released into the air.
"What was that?" Madam Veronica enquired, her curiosity piqued.
"It can't be anything good. I have to get you out of this vicinity, ma'am, right now." He stiffened and started swiveling the car around.
"No!" she ordered, "That person might need my help. We absolutely cannot just walk away! Well, I know I can't because I have a conscience. Now, stop this car!"
Wilfred brought the car to a stop eventually. He felt scolded by her words and they ate at him sharply. He was not happy with her decision but he could not question her orders no matter how lenient she was to him. He was just the chauffeur and he would never forget his place. If anything sinister happened, he would be glad to die with a pure-hearted woman as Madam Veronica.
"What do we do now, ma'am?"
She heaved breaths in and out, trying to think up something. Meanwhile, another scream erupted, filling the atmosphere with apprehension. Madam Veronica cringed in panic but refused to run away like a scaredy cat.
"Wilfred...do you have a gun?"
Wilfred hesitated briefly, avoiding her eyes for a while before nodding in the affirmative.
"Good. Now give it to me."
Wilfred's jaw fell open in a rare, surprised way.
"Ma'am! You don't know how to use a gun. I better come with you so I can do any necessary shooting. It's safer that way."
"Ok then, since you volunteered. Let's go."
She opened the car door tentatively, trying to hide her fear but failing drastically. Wilfred could not understand the woman's constant zeal to help people. She was a wealthy matron, a billionaire who had everything money could buy. As far as Wilfred knew, billionaires were usually arrogant, stuffed and conceited, caring only about their welfare but Madam Veronica was different. In all his services as a chauffeur, he had never met anyone like her. She was a saintly mother figure, loved by all who knew her through and through.
Currently, she was leading the way into a probable dangerous hideout, not caring about her own safety.
"Hello?" Madam Veronica called out in a hush-hush voice. Wilfred whipped her a look, worried about her choice of words. She shrugged and tried to make a whistle out of her fingers and her lips but it resulted to a muted failure. Wilfred shook his head to avoid laughing and gave her the whistle she could not produce. His was louder, piercing the night and echoing along the lane.
As quick as a flash of lightening, a group of raggedy men broke out of an apartment, running wildly in all directions. Wilfred pulled his mistress out of harm's way just in time and the lurky shadows had hidden them perfectly. The men had left the apartment door swinging ajar and it was so dark inside the house. Madam Veronica was scouched close to the ground and she pushed her fist against her pacemaker, exchanging heavy breaths with the environment.
Wilfred helped her to her feet after she had gotten a hold of her emotions.
"Ma'am, I beg you, let us leave this place. It is not safe for someone of your magnitude. Please, ma'am," he pleaded, eyes scanning the area. Madam Veronica hardened her eyes and pushed his hands off his arm. That screaming person needed help and by God, she would help or die trying. She walked forward towards the open door, throwing all caution to the wind.
"Hello?" she called again, this time cupping her lips with her palms to amplify her voice. In response to her call, she got a croaky whimper and a light shuffling of feet. She switched on her tiny flashlight and what she saw almost made her throw up. A young girl was sprawled across the floor on her belly, scrambling painfully to crawl to the open door. She was covered with blood, all manner of injuries and cuts but she kept trying to crawl, wincing and groaning whenever she rubbed a raw spot too hard or too fast.
The light emanating from the flashlight had gotten the girl's attention and she came to a halt. She raised her head slowly and arched it sideways to see around the light but the identity of the stranger remained hidden in form of a silhouette. She gasped weakly, raising her palm to block out the light and like that, her eyes rolled in and she blacked out.
“Will you teach me how to earn the knowledge of your name, my Lord? I am a fast learner, I promise.” My words faded into a whisper when I felt the bulge underneath his pelt and my breath hitched in awareness. His arms banded around my waist at once and our hips met, his organ pushing at me from underneath. His touch felt familiar and I had to know for sure. “Why do you wish to know my name, Miatta?” “I want to be able to cry out the right name when you give me what we both want.” With no other alternative left to her parents, Miatta, the princess of the Black Fur Pack is given away to a rival lycan pack as a gift to end the ongoing lupine war between them. She loses her honour, and her title and is made a slave in the household of the demonic wolves, the Red Bone Pack. Desperate to find a way out of captivity, Miatta finds a friend and a mate in the most unexpected places. Lucas, the Potential Alpha of a rogue lycanthrope, the Red Bone Pack disagrees with his tyrant father’s methods of ruling but to prevent falling out of his favour, lives under his rules reluctantly. He saves a sharp-tongued werewolf princess from execution and soon meets an interesting challenge in her. Miatta is stubborn and Lucas is determined but when the two are paired by the matchmaking Moon Goddess, it is up to them to discover their paths together, not as Lord and slave but as equal mates.
Richard Rossi, co-owner of Petals Cosmetics and Pharmaceuticals gets a sexual experience that shakes his whole being from a young woman who turns out to be the youngest daughter of his partner, Peter Torres. He hides away after the incident miles away from the Torres family. His presence is not required until the sudden passing away of his partner and best friend. Jacqueline Torres is a wild child, the black sheep of the Torres family and the youngest child. On the night of her parents' annual summer party, she meets a man who evokes the female side of her which she had strived to keep buried within her. When she finds out who he is, she vows to make him pay for running out on her. When the runaway co-owner returns to take over after her father's death, Jacqueline begins to question her emotions as memories of that night plague her still. Richard is called upon to take up the responsibility of his company, putting an end to his nomadic lifestyle. He tries to play a distant, fatherly role when he meets with the lady from five years ago but when they encounter dire situations and death targets from all sides, he has a reason to stay, to protect and to love her.
Sheila had her back against the wall when her family tried to force her to marry an awful old man. In a fit of rage, she hired a gigolo to act as her husband. She thought the gigolo needed money and did this for a living. Little did she know that he was nothing like that. One day, he pulled off his mask and revealed himself to be the world's top magnate. This marked the beginning of their love. He showered her with everything she could ever want. They were happy. However, unexpected circumstances soon posed a threat to their love. Would Sheila and her husband make it through the storm? Find out!
Drugged and deceived, she bore a child amidst tragedy-her son, falsely declared dead at birth. Fueled by the agony, she disappeared, only to return years later with both her daughter and an adopted son, driven by an unyielding desire for revenge against those who had wronged her and her late mother. The plot takes an unexpected twist when the haunting truth surfaces: her son is alive, and his father is a powerful CEO.
Five years ago, he upped and left his wife without informing her. He had always felt unworthy. As a result, he decided to go and become a better man. It took him five whole years of daily hard work. When he was satisfied, he returned as a powerful and honorable man. He intended to start a family with his wife. But he got back to meet the greatest shocker of his life. He actually had a daughter!
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
Rumors claimed that Fernanda, newly back with her family, was nothing more than a violent country bumpkin. Fernanda just flashed a casual, dismissive grin in response. Another rumor suggested that the usually rational Cristian had lost all sense, madly in love with Fernanda. This frustrated her. She could tolerate gossip about herself, but slander against her beloved crossed the line! Gradually, as Fernanda's multiple identities as a celebrated designer, a savvy gamer, an acclaimed painter, and a successful business magnate came to light, everyone realized they were the ones who had been fooled.
Dear readers, this book has resumed daily updates. It took Sabrina three whole years to realize that her husband, Tyrone didn't have a heart. He was the coldest and most indifferent man she had ever met. He never smiled at her, let alone treated her like his wife. To make matters worse, the return of the woman he had eyes for brought Sabrina nothing but divorce papers. Sabrina's heart broke. Hoping that there was still a chance for them to work on their marriage, she asked, "Quick question,Tyrone. Would you still divorce me if I told you that I was pregnant?" "Absolutely!" he responded. Realizing that she didn't mean shit to him, Sabrina decided to let go. She signed the divorce agreement while lying on her sickbed with a broken heart. Surprisingly, that wasn't the end for the couple. It was as if scales fell off Tyrone's eyes after she signed the divorce agreement. The once so heartless man groveled at her bedside and pleaded, "Sabrina, I made a big mistake. Please don't divorce me. I promise to change." Sabrina smiled weakly, not knowing what to do...