"You took everything from me!" I yelled, the gun shaking in my hands. He didn't yield. Instead, he seized my trembling hands, forcibly redirecting the muzzle to his forehead. His tone, dangerously calm, "Do it." "You think I won't?" I retorted. "Go ahead. Pull the trigger, Miss Russel. But remember, you'll lose the last bit of control you think you have." It was one night, one gunshot, and millions of shattered dreams. In one night, I, Dr. Alina Russell, a nobody, lost the love of my life at the hands of his own brother, Adrian Salvatore. He took away everything I owned and was going to. He took away my unborn child. Not only this, but he proved every belief of mine wrong: that my fiancé was not a mere CEO, but he was the face of one of the most powerful Mafia families in North America; that now I was the unwilling participant in their Mafia Empire; that now I am the possession of Adrian Salvatore; for him to decide whether to kill me or keep me safe.
I heard it again-the beeping, echoing from the machine. My gaze shifted to the lady in scrubs, her expression filled with concern. It could be the news she held or perhaps this unknown room itself.
"Miss Russel," she uttered, her tone unsure, causing my stomach to tighten.
"Yes?" I inquired, a sense of unease settling in.
Something felt off, terribly wrong.
Her trembling hand rested on my shoulder. "I'm sorry to tell you, Miss Russel. You've lost your child."
The words hit me like a punch to the heart.
What?
I didn't have the chance to react to what she just said when ...
Suddenly, the door of the room burst open, and HE walked in, his arctic eyes as cold as ever, devoid of any emotion.
"Leave," he spoke, waving his hand.
As the nurse quietly exited the room, I found myself recalling everything.
Second by second, moment by moment.
Amid THIS tragic moment, a realization struck me.
Every story has a villain, and in mine, I never imagined that the villain would be none other than the brother of my to-be-fiancé.
I remember the precise moment when my world fell apart. It was the moment when everything crumbled, leaving me feeling lost and unsure of where I belonged.
It all began when my boyfriend's brother aimed a gun at him.
Michael Salvatore and I had been dating for a year, every day, every hour, and every second of my life in this last year after losing my parents in a car crash, he was there for me. He was that pure soul who stood by me, no it'd be least to say that, he didn't just stand; he carried me all the way. He carried me through my loss, through my pain; and I couldn't just love him enough for that.
And here we were, in his lake house where we first kissed.
Ever noticed those photos where everything fades away, leaving only the person in sharp focus?
Right now, that was him.
Every bit of the surroundings melted into a blur as my attention fixated on him. His sleek raven hair, those inviting warm eyes, and the gentle curve of his smile-all crystal clear. And then there it was, a tiny blue velvet box cradled in his hand.
"What..." a gasp escaped my lips as I watched him gracefully drop to one knee.
"Dr. Alina Russel," he uttered, his eyes shining, and mine, welling up with tears.
Could this really be happening?
Oh my gosh!
"You've been my saving grace, bringing light to the darkest corners of my heart," he said, squeezing my hand for reassurance, "- and I can't hold back any longer. I want you to be mine for the rest of our lives."
He opened the box, unveiling a stunning diamond ring. Taking it out, he held it up in front of me.
Overwhelmed, I instinctively stepped back, my hands flying to cover my mouth.
"Oh, Michael..."
He extended his hand toward me, his eyes searching mine intensely. "Alina Russel," he uttered with a hint of nervousness, "Will you marry... Adrian?"
Confused, I furrowed my brows. "What?" I chuckled, not expecting such a question.
"Adrian, what's going on?" Michael rose, his gaze fixed behind me.
I spun around, only to find Adrian, Michael's younger brother, aiming a gun in our direction. The smile that adorned my face just
moments ago vanished.
My body froze with fear.
"Adrian, what the heck are you doing?" I demanded, "Where did you get this gun?" I asked, fear creeping into my voice.
Michael moved silently from behind me and took his place beside me. "Brother? Is this some kind of sick joke?" he chuckled nervously.
"This is on you, Mike," Adrian's voice was steely, accusing. "YOU did this!"
"Adrian, just lower the damn gun, whatever's eating at you," I urged, stepping towards Adrian, desperation in my voice. "You and Mike can sort this out."
"STAY BACK!"
He forcefully shoved me away.
"Adrian! What the hell?!" Michael shouted, sprinting towards me. He caught me just in time.
Grabbing Michael by the collar, Adrian snarled, "You thought I wouldn't find out?!" and flung him harshly onto the ground.
"I can explain, I-"
BAM!
A sudden explosion shattered the silence, freezing time in its tracks. My heart pounded, and my limbs quivered in shock as the deafening gunshot reverberated through the air.
What just happened?
Is this some nightmare?
Michael's tall figure jerked violently, a cascade of his dark hair falling across his forehead. His charcoal eyes widened in a mix of surprise and pain, and for a moment, just a moment, I thought, this was all a part of his prank.
But when his strong frame crumpled to the unforgiving pavement, a pool of crimson spread around him like a grotesque halo. My breath caught in my throat, and my eyes widened in horror.
Time blurred, and the world became a hazy backdrop as I rushed to his side, my knees hitting the ground with a thud.
"No-no-no ..."
My trembling hands reached for his neck, desperately seeking a pulse, any sign of life. But there was nothing. His body lay cold, his eyes vacant.
He was gone.
"No, no, no, Michael!" I exclaimed, my voice cracking with anguish. I cradled his lifeless form, feeling the warmth draining away as his once vibrant eyes stared into an abyss.
Tears cascaded down my cheeks as I clung to his lifeless frame, my fingers curling around his blood-stained shirt.
"Mike ... baby ... wake up! PLEASE!" I cried desperately, my voice breaking.
But he lay motionless, his eyes fixed in an eternal stare. I felt the weight of his absence settle into my bones, and the pain of loss cut through my heart like a knife.
"MIKE! WAKE UP!"
Suddenly, a cruel grip yanked me away from Michael's side, and I shrieked, "No, let me go! Michael!" My fingers held onto his bloody shirt in a futile attempt to hold on.
Adrian's imposing figure loomed over me, his face devoid of any empathy.
His eyes were cold and unfeeling as he callously declared, "He's gone," his voice dripping with icy detachment.
"Leave me alone, you monster!" I wailed, my fingers desperately clawing at the ground as he forcefully dragged me away.
"Why? Why did you do this?" I screamed, my voice echoing through the desolate space. I thrashed against his unyielding grip, beating my fists against his chest. "He was your brother! Why?!"
But, this monster remained silent, his face cold and unmoved. He continued to pull me away, his stoic demeanor infuriating me even more.
"Answer me! Why?!" I sobbed; my words choked by grief.
He signaled his men to take Michael's lifeless body away, and the sight of them handling his lifeless form intensified the agony within me.
"No, please! Don't take him away! Don't take him away from me!" I pleaded; my voice reduced to desperate sobs.
As they carried Michael away, my world blurred into a haze of pain and disbelief.
Adrian's grip tightened as he restrained my violent outbursts, but I couldn't be contained. "You monster! Why? Just TELL ME!" I screamed.
As my vision blurred, tiny dots appeared in my vision, an unsettling sensation gripped my abdomen. I clutched it tight, but it was as if a profound void had opened within, a weight dropped from the very core of my being, I sensed something slipping away from between my legs – a liquid.
"You killed him ..." my voice came out in labored breaths.
"... killed him ..."
Finally, my vision blurred, and my knees gave way as unconsciousness threatened to consume me. It all felt like a nightmare. I was so happy just a while ago, and in an instant, everything was just gone. The world spun, and I crumbled into the arms of the person who had mercilessly stolen my boyfriend away.
.
.
And just like that, in a single night, I lost not only my future fiancé but also our unborn child. The one responsible for their deaths now stood before me, shamelessly.
Asher's hands balled into fists as he tried to resist the temptation of her nearness. "You're playing a dangerous game, Isabella," he warned. "Am I?" Isabella's voice was low and husky as she pressed herself even closer to him. "Maybe I like danger, Asher. Maybe I like the way you look at me when you're angry." . . After her sister's murder in New York City, Isabella Claire Robbinson is determined to bring the killer to justice, even if it means betraying her best friend Natasha Jackson, and marrying her unsuspecting fiancé, Asher Theodore Jonathan. As Isabella delves deeper into the investigation, Asher starts to question his loyalty to Natasha as he witnesses a side of Isabella he never expected, plunging him into a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Their connection grows stronger, fueled by an intense and forbidden desire that lingers beneath the surface. But as Isabella unravels the truth, she finds herself facing a difficult choice—one that could jeopardize everything. She carries a secret, a revelation that will forever bind her to Asher. Forced to keep her secret hidden, Isabella's life and the life of her most loved one become targets for her enemies. As they navigate the treacherous waters of their forced marriage, Isabella and Asher must confront their pasts, question their loyalties, and determine what they truly want in the future. Will Isabella's pursuit of justice lead her to the killer, or will her own desires and emotions betray her? Can Asher forgive Isabella's betrayal, or will it be too late to salvage their relationship? Amidst the dangerous web of deceit and intrigue, they embark on a desperate search for truth and redemption. Will they find the answers they seek, or will the shadows of their pasts consume them both? Join the journey of Asher and Isabella in 'Deadly Desire'; where lust and revenge collide.
"Why, little princess? Does my proximity make you nervous?" Asked Zarek, in his velvet voice. Glaring at him, "Your presence suffocates me." Said Crystal, bitterly. "Really," Smirking, Zarek chuckled and said, "You didn't seem to complain last night." Zarek's remark elevated the frustration level in Crystal's head. Grabbing him by the collar, "Don't you dare talk to me like that!" Yelled Crystal. Grabbing her by her waist, pulling her closer, he fiercely said, "And don't YOU dare talk to me like that!" . . . “She was an angel craving chaos, they were the demon seeking peace.” Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that beasts exist, but because they tell us that they can be beaten. For years people believed that beasts don't exist anymore. For years people lived peacefully. Little did they know that it was the calm before the storm as their belief was a lie. One fateful encounter changed a Princess's life completely. It took away all that she had ever known as she was torn between her family, her people who believed she was going to save them and the love of her life, her mate. What happens when destiny plays it cruel game and gives her a chance to choose between her loved ones and mate? Who will she choose? Join the journey of Princess Crystal Rosette Aquislanada in revealing the mysteries, the desires and her true identity.
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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!
On the day of their wedding anniversary, Joshua's mistress drugged Alicia, and she ended up in a stranger's bed. In one night, Alicia lost her innocence, while Joshua's mistress carried his child in her womb. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alicia demanded a divorce, but Joshua saw it as yet another tantrum. When they finally parted ways, she went on to become a renowned artist, sought out and admired by everyone. Consumed by regret, Joshua darkened her doorstep in hopes of reconciliation, only to find her in the arms of a powerful tycoon. "Say hello to your sister-in-law."
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...
Her fiance and her best friend worked together and set her up. She lost everything and died in the street. However, she was reborn. The moment she opened her eyes, her husband was trying to strangle her. Luckily, she survived that. She signed the divorce agreement without hesitation and was ready for her miserable life. To her surprise, her mother in this life left her a great deal of money. She turned the tables and avenged herself. Everything went well in her career and love when her ex-husband came to her.
On her wedding night, Natalie's stepmother set her up to marry Jarvis, a disfigured and disabled man. Fortunately, she managed to escape, but little did she know that later she would fall for the man she was betrothed to.Jarvis pretended to be a poor man, but he didn't think that he'd fall head over heels for this woman.Their life went on until one day, Natalie found out her boyfriend's little secret."Huh? How could you have billions of dollars' worth of assets?" she asked in disbelief.Jarvis didn’t know how to respond.Being met with silence, she gritted her teeth angrily. "They said that you couldn't walk, but as far as I can see, you're strong enough to run a marathon."Still, he remained silent.Natalie continued, "They even said that you only have a few years to live. What about now?"Finally, Jarvis opened his mouth to explain. "Honey, this is all just a misunderstanding. Please calm down. Think about the baby.""Jarvis Braxton!"The man knelt down immediately.
Andrea Deciding that I was going to skip a day at work so I could have first time sex with my boyfriend seemed like the most absurd decision I could ever make. Or at least that was what I'd thought. Until I'd walked in on my said boyfriend cheating on me with some redhead and decided to get my revenge by losing my virginity to his wealthy billionaire father instead. Crazy, right? Trust me, I know. Like that's not enough, things take a drastic turn for the worst after I realized I was in love with him and pregnant with his child. Before I could get the chance to come clean about every including my feelings formhim and the pregnancy, he finds out about my trickery. Alejandro's not one to condone being lied to and deceived so he immediately tells me he doesn't want to see me again. So what do I do? I pack up and leave the country. But it seems like the universe isn't done with us just yet. . . Alejandro I should have known better than to get involved with someone way younger than me. It was something I've never done before. But like the saying goes, there's a first time for everything. The first time I met Andrea I was captivated by her beauty. More than that there was this innocence in her that called out to me like a moth to a flame. I ignored all the warnings in my head and went after what I wanted. And what I wanted was her. Unfortunately what she wanted was revenge against my son. I told myself that it had to be some kind of mistake. There was no way she had been playing with my feelings and planning some silly revenge this whole time. But she had. It had taken a surprise visit from my son for me to find out her true intentions. Even then it had been hard to believe it. But I couldn't deny that she'd fooled me real good alright. So naturally I cut ties with her. And that's supposed to be the end, right? Wrong. Turns out that our story was never destined to end just there. . .