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Sounds of whipping filled the room, accompanied by deep groaning and the rusty smell of blood. Lights centered in the middle of the room where a man's hands were strapped and hung on the ceiling.
His back was designed with lashes and blood dripping from the fresh wounds. Beside him was a hefty, muscular man with a blade whip in his hands.
"I would never breach his trust, I swore my loyalty, I made the pact", a deep,choked voice ranted, his voice filling the dark, sparingly lit room.
The sounds of another series of whipping followed, which was welcomed by more groans but then it stopped.
The man raised his head slowly to look forward towards the person who now held his life in the balance.
A woman wearing a hood and a mask that covered her face sat on a chair, tapping a finger on the armrest and looking intently at him. She looked like she was deliberating on something very important.
" What if we come to this conclusion... ",she began in a low tone,drawling her words.
The man raised the head he had dropped again and looked in the direction the voice had come from.
He then let out a deep laughter which caused the woman to raise a brow.
" So the rumours ARE true, Theo DeGabro handed over his entire life work to a woman, how pathetic ",he said in a mocking voice causing the man whipping him to shake his head. The man before him really didn't value his life.
The woman scratched her nails on the bare plastic armrest. His statement was one she was acquainted with in this business but she had come to the conclusion that nobody's opinion matters, all that mattered was fulfilling her vow.
" I would never come to a conclusion with you,NEVER",he said, adding the last part on the top of his already disappearing voice. His closest tormentor raised a whip but hung it mid air when he saw his employer's raised hand.
She looked at him not amused, all of them played stubborn at first,until.
"Not even when it involves your family", she replied, still dragging her words.
She watched as the man's shoulder's drooped slowly, now to her amusement. He dropped his gaze to the floor,shaking his head.
" You can't, you wouldn't ",he stammered and lifted his gaze to the woman in the darker part of the room.
" You can never find them",he said more like an assurance to himself.
She lifted her chin in a demeaning way,
"Did your boss tell you that,well he's lying, I have information about your family all the way to your extended", she said, stretching out her hand to the man standing beside her. He handed her a sheet of paper and she lifted her gaze to the man she was tormenting.
" You have a daughter, nineteen years of age, Marie,Am I right, No",she said smirking as she watched his face twitch.
She handed the paper back to the man that gave it to her, having gotten the reaction she wanted from the man.
"You know his identity, I need to know the identity of Lei Capicho's only son", she demanded,her voice now raised as her temper began to flare.
He shook his head, trembling terribly.
" I swore to him, I swore to his father with my blood",he then raised his head, trying to catch a glimpse of her hidden face.
"My boys will be here any minute from now, they know where you are dimwits",he said, letting out another psychotic bout of laughter.
Just then, her guard closest to her pressed a button in his ear and turned to face her.
" Miss,he's right,they are here and it seems like they're not alone",he said, fully aware that she would not be pleased with the news.
She shifted her gaze to him, and as he had expected, her eyes didn't spell pleased.
"You said you checked him thoroughly", she said, her voice surprisingly calm.
" And we did, we don't know...",he stopped when he noted that she had stood up. She pulled her hood over her head some more, she couldn't afford anyone seeing her face.
She looked at the man still hung on the ceiling smiling triumphantly at her. His smile only caused her to smile. He could now see her feminine silhouette but still couldn't see her face.
"You think you've won, how foolish for a man of your age", she said and walked closer to him, now letting him see her mask.
" Marie would love seeing her father's funeral",she said and walked out of the room, giving a nod to the man tormenting him.
She pulled out the high powered rifle she had dropped by the door and positioned her hand on the trigger. She stepped to the side of the door and her guard opened the door and stepped outside.
Immediately, a bullet hit his shoulder and he faked a groaning sound. Almost at the same time she shot the attacker in the head. She patted him on the hand and started to run towards their exit.
More attackers came from the where the other had come and on seeing their colleague, ran forward to chase the killer. One of them noticed the open room door and alerted his colleagues.
They walked in and saw the man hung on the wall. One of them took the empty chair and used it to loosen the chain they had used to hang him.
They laid him down on the floor and looked for any sign of life,expecting to find none. The person examining him raised his head, his eyes expressing surprise.
"Boss would be shocked when he hears this", the man said,shaking his head in disbelief.
Felix was still alive, a breach in the code of their business. They didn't understand the game whoever it was played, but being one that they were not familiar with, they sought to call their boss and report the matter.
What happens when two laterally opposite worlds of business collide. One from the day and the other operates at night. Jema Malteng was the first child of a famous business tycoon. She was the next in line successor of his vast business empire. She had always believed for years that she would assume position of chief executive officer once her father stepped down,seeing that he had no male child. Her father however, gave her a condition which she must fulfill if she wanted to reach that mantle, she must get married in six months after reading his will or risk the company being handed over to her step sister . She was distraught on hearing the news because she had no man in her life and neither did she ever plan to. She looked for a quick means of fulfilling his wish and resorted to a contract marriage with a man who crashed into her car the day she was returning from the will reading. It seemed like the most viable solution, seeing that it was in trend but little did she know that her newly contracted husband had secrets of his own. He lunged her into a world of danger and paranoia, adding to the one she already led. They uncovered many underlying plots against them as they continued with the marriage and along the line,began to develop feelings for each other as well. "Miss,are you sure you are willing to put up with my fast paced life,it can get a little risky as we ride on", he said and leaned in into the seat,hands crossed believing that she would change her mind. She looked at him with absolutely no doubt in her mind. " I don't care,you are a bodyguard aren't you,I'll be fine as long as you're with me",she stated in an as a matter of fact tone,handing him the pen. He shook his head and grinned at her confidence. He collected the pen and signed,but as he did so,he looked at her. "Welcome to hell Miss Malteng", he said rolling the pen to her across the table. Watch as the plot unfolds. Disclaimer: This book cover isn't originally mine.
It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. Only when she left did Kristopher realize how important she was to him. In the face of his ex-wife’s countless admirers, Kristopher offered her 20 million dollars and proposed a new deal. “Let’s get married again.”
In the previous life, Maggie Johnson was so cowardly, gullible and stupid that she was coaxed by her fiance and stepsister and then broke her legs and lost everything including her fortune, love and even life. However, she was so lucky that she was reborn in the year before everything happened. Since her life restarted, how could she repeat a previous tragedy? Therefore, in this life, she took the opportunity to improve herself and take revenge on the ones who had ever insulted her. Facing the people who had humiliated her previously, she became smart and experienced to break their frames and tricks that had caused her to hurt in the previous life. Finally, no one could stop her pace to amaze the world any more.
Allison fell in love with Ethan Iversen, the soon-to-be Alpha of the Moonlight Crown pack. She always wanted him to notice her. Meanwhile, Ethan was an arrogant Alpha who thought a weak Omega could not be his companion. Ethan's cousin, Ryan Iversen, who came back from abroad and was the actual heir of the pack, never tried to get the position nor did he show any interest in it. He was a popular playboy Alpha but when he came back to the pack, one thing captured his eyes and that was Allison.
Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."
After three secretive years of marriage, Eliana never met her enigmatic husband until she was served with divorce papers and learned of his extravagant pursuit of another. She snapped back to reality and secured a divorce. Thereafter, Eliana unveiled her various personas: an esteemed doctor, legendary secret agent, master hacker, celebrated designer, adept race car driver, and distinguished scientist. As her diverse talents became known, her ex-husband was consumed by remorse. Desperately, he pleaded, "Eliana, give me another chance! All my properties, even my life, are yours."
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.