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Desperation clings to me like a second skin. At twenty-five, I'm doing everything I can to keep my life from falling apart. My mother's medical bills are piling up, and each day feels like I'm sinking deeper into a pit I can't crawl out of. The job market hasn't been kind. I've gone from one dead-end interview to another until the Pression group interview. Everything started falling apart when he came into my life. He was a drug, I was willing to risk it all for. "You're mine now, Amelia," he growled, his breath hot against her skin. "And I don't let go of what's mine." Her heart pounded as his fingers grazed her lips, his dark eyes burning into her. "You can try to run," he whispered, "but I'll always catch you." "Say it," he demanded, his hand tightening around her wrist. "Say you belong to me." His lips brushed against her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "I'll break you, Amelia. Piece by piece, until you beg for me to put you back together." He came as a surprise to my world, a package with lots of dark secrets will they make his or is it all going to drive me away from him?
Amelia's POV
Desperation clings to me like a second skin, suffocating and heavy. Every waking moment is a reminder of my mom's frailty, of the medical bills piling higher than I can see over, threatening to crush me.
I'm 25, clinging to the shards of a life that feels like it's breaking apart faster than I can patch it up. Job after job slips through my fingers, leaving me frustrated and angry at a world that seems to want nothing from me but my appearance and my body.
Being beautiful isn't the gift people think it is, it's a curse. It means what people see first is your face and not what you can offer. A curse that's followed me into every interview where the panel looks at me like I'm decoration, not someone with potential.
Their eyes always linger a second too long, their questions veiled in innuendo. None of it has helped me find steady work, and the weight of it all has me spiraling and having a mental breakdown that I can't afford.
But today, my phone holds a lifeline. Or at least, I hope it does. The job offer seems unreal: "Personal Secretary to Christopher Russell. Salary: $100,000 per month."
I've reread the email a dozen times, waiting for the fine print to reveal itself, for some sign that this is a scam. It has to be, doesn't it? But even if it is, I don't have the luxury of walking away or even doubting anything.
One hundred thousand dollars. That kind of money could fix everything. It could cover my mom's hospital bills, settle every last debt, maybe even give us a shot at a real future. But the uneasy knot in my stomach tightens every time I think about it. Opportunities like this don't fall into your lap without strings attached.
I smooth the fabric of my dress and glance at my reflection. The girl staring back at me looks pale and worn, her brown eyes shadowed with exhaustion. My long black curly hair is neatly styled in a ponytail.
My makeup subtle, but none of it hides the anxiety etched into my face. "You've got this," I whisper, though the words feel hollow. My hands tremble as I pick up my bag and step out of the apartment.
The building where Christopher Russell's office is housed gleams like a monument to power. The glass doors shimmer under the sun, and the marble floors inside shine like they've never been walked on. My heels echo sharply as I cross the lobby, feeling smaller with every step. The receptionist doesn't even glance up at me as I approach the desk, which somehow makes me feel more insignificant.
I reach the elevator, and my palms sweat as the doors slide shut behind me. My nerves threaten to spill over, but I force myself to breathe. The hum of the elevator feels unnaturally loud in the silence, and I can't stop my thoughts from racing. This is it. This is my shot.
When I step into his office, the air shifts. It's cold, suffocating, and something I can't name settles over me. The man seated at the desk exudes authority, his sharp suit molding perfectly to his broad frame. His dark amber eyes lock on me the moment I enter, and I feel stripped bare under his gaze.
He doesn't say anything at first, just studies me with an intensity that makes my skin crawl and heat rise to my face at the same time. His silence stretches until I want to scream just to break it.
"You're Amelia, right?" His voice is deep, with a smoothness that almost distracts me from the sharp undertone laced through it.
"Yes," I manage to whisper.
His lips curve into a smile, but it doesn't reach his eyes. "You're here for the secretary job. What makes you think you're qualified?"
The question catches me off guard, and I stumble over my words as I explain my experience. My voice feels small in the vastness of the room, and I can't tell if he's even listening. He leans back in his chair, his eyes never leaving me.
"A hundred thousand dollars a month is a lot of money, Miss James," he says, his tone light but with an edge that makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. "Are you sure you can handle it?"
The way he says it makes my stomach twist. There's something unspoken in his words, something darker.
"I-I'm willing to do whatever it takes," I say, though the tremor in my voice betrays my fear.
His smile widens, and the air in the room grows heavier. "I believe you," he says, rising from his seat with a calculated grace. He rounds the desk slowly, each step deliberate, until he's standing so close I can feel the warmth of his presence.
"And I'll make sure your mom's medical bills are taken care of," he adds " it will be different from your salary, as well." his voice was softer but no less commanding as he said this.
My breath catches. How does he know about my mom? I didn't mention her to anyone, not even in the application. My heart races as his hand lifts, hovering near my face without touching me. The proximity is suffocating, and I fight the urge to step back.
"I take care of what's mine, Amelia," he murmurs, his tone low and dangerous. It doesn't feel like an offer. It feels like a claim.
I want to say something, to push back, but the words won't come. I can only stare at him, frozen under the weight of his electrifying gaze and presence.
"Let's start tomorrow," he says, stepping back as if the moment never happened. "I'll send a car for you."
Before I can respond, he's gone, leaving me alone in the oppressive silence of his office.
Outside, the crisp air does little to calm my nerves. My hands won't stop shaking as I clutch my bag, replaying his words in my mind. 'I take care of what's mine.'
The thought sends a shiver through me as I quicken my pace, desperate to put distance between myself and that office. This job could save my mom's life, but I know it comes at a price. And Christopher Russell doesn't seem like the kind of man who gives anything for free.
COALESCENCE OF THE FIVE SERIES BOOK ONE: THE 5-TIME REJECTED GAMMA & THE LYCAN KING BOOK TWO: THE ROGUES WHO WENT ROGUE BOOK THREE: THE INDOMITABLE HUNTRESS & THE HARDENED DUKE *** BOOK ONE: After being rejected by 5 mates, Gamma Lucianne pleaded with the Moon Goddess to spare her from any further mate-bonds. To her dismay, she is being bonded for the sixth time. What’s worse is that her sixth-chance mate is the most powerful creature ruling over all werewolves and Lycans - the Lycan King himself. She is certain, dead certain, that a rejection would come sooner or later, though she hopes for it to be sooner. King Alexandar was ecstatic to meet his bonded mate, and couldn’t thank their Goddess enough for gifting him someone so perfect. However, he soon realizes that this gift is reluctant to accept him, and more than willing to sever their bond. He tries to connect with her but she seems so far away. He is desperate to get intimate with her but she seems reluctant to open up to him. He tries to tell her that he is willing to commit to her for the rest of his life but she doesn’t seem to believe him. He is pleading for a chance: a chance to get to know her; a chance to show her that he’s different; and a chance to love her. But when not-so-subtle crushes, jealous suitors, self-entitled Queen-wannabes, an old flame, a silent protector and a past wedding engagement threaten to jeopardize their relationship, will Lucianne and Xandar still choose to be together? Is their love strong enough to overcome everything and everyone? Or will Lucianne resort to enduring a sixth rejection from the one person she thought she could entrust her heart with?
Madisyn was stunned to discover that she was not her parents' biological child. Due to the real daughter's scheming, she was kicked out and became a laughingstock. Thought to be born to peasants, Madisyn was shocked to find that her real father was the richest man in the city, and her brothers were renowned figures in their respective fields. They showered her with love, only to learn that Madisyn had a thriving business of her own. "Stop pestering me!" said her ex-boyfriend. "My heart only belongs to Jenna." "How dare you think that my woman has feelings for you?" claimed a mysterious bigwig.
“You need a bride, I need a groom. Why don’t we get married?” Both abandoned at the altar, Elyse decided to tie the knot with the disabled stranger from the venue next door. Pitying his state, she vowed to spoil him once they were married. Little did she know that he was actually a powerful tycoon. Jayden thought Elyse only married him for his money, and planned to divorce her when she was no longer of use to him. But after becoming her husband, he was faced with a new dilemma. “She keeps asking for a divorce, but I don’t want that! What should I do?”
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.
Lucia Balstone thought she had chosen the right man to spend the rest of her life with, but he was the one who ended her life. Their ten-year marriage seemed like a joke when her husband stabbed her with a dagger. Fortunately, God is never blind to people's tears. Lucia got a second chance. She was reborn at the age of 22, before all the terrible things had happened. This time, she was determined to avenge herself and let those who hurt her pay! She made an elaborate list of her goals, and the first thing on her list was to marry her ex-husband's enemy, Alonso Callen!
The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."