In a life ruled by shadows, can their hearts find the light? Will they find a way to be together, or will the shadows of their lives keep them apart forever?
The morning sun filtered through the tall windows of the Marcus estate, painting streaks of gold across the polished marble floors. Alexandra Marcus stood in the grand dining room, sipping her black coffee while glancing at the screen of her phone. She wore a crisp, tailored suit-jet black, with a dark burgundy shirt underneath-her usual attire that blurred the lines of convention. Her short, tousled hair was slicked back, accentuating her sharp, angular features.
The estate was quiet, save for the faint hum of servants going about their duties. It always was. Alexandra had no family left, at least not in the traditional sense. Her "family" was the empire she had built-the Marcus syndicate, a powerful mafia organization that operated in the shadows of wealth and respectability.
Her icy blue eyes scanned the headlines. The press loved to talk about her. They called her "The Marcus Heiress," a wealthy socialite with a taste for exclusivity and isolation. If only they knew. Beneath the public facade lay a world of deals, power plays, and bloodshed-a world Alexandra ruled with cold precision.
"Miss Marcus," a voice interrupted her thoughts. It was Damien, her right-hand man. He stood in the doorway, impeccably dressed, though his demeanor was less polished. "The shipment has been secured. No interruptions."
Alexandra set her cup down with deliberate calm. "Good. Any word from the Raiden crew?"
Damien hesitated. "They're stirring trouble, but nothing significant yet. Shall I handle it?"
"No," she replied, her voice even, almost detached. "Let them test their limits. I'll deal with them when it's necessary."
Damien nodded and left, leaving Alexandra alone once again. She leaned against the dining table, her mind already calculating her next move. This was her life: strategy, control, dominance. She thrived in it, and yet... the emptiness had started to creep in.
Alexandra hated admitting it, even to herself, but something was missing. Not that she had time to dwell on such thoughts. Vulnerability was a luxury she could not afford.
That afternoon, Alexandra found herself walking through the quiet streets of Westmont, a quaint district on the edge of the city. She rarely ventured out alone, but today was different. She needed air-something to distract her from the monotony of calculated chaos.
Her steps led her to a small, unassuming bookstore tucked between a café and an antique shop. The bell above the door chimed softly as she entered, the scent of aged paper and ink wrapping around her like a warm blanket.
Behind the counter stood a woman, her delicate hands tracing the edges of a book's cover. She looked up, startled by Alexandra's presence. Her shy, doe-like brown eyes met Alexandra's piercing gaze, and for a moment, time seemed to stretch.
The woman was beautiful in a quiet, understated way. Her auburn hair framed her face in soft waves, and a faint blush colored her cheeks as she offered a tentative smile.
"Hello," she said softly, her voice like the first notes of a melody. "Can I help you find something?"
Alexandra paused, caught off guard by the gentle warmth radiating from her. She had encountered countless people in her life, but something about this woman felt... different.
"Just browsing," Alexandra replied, her tone cool but not dismissive. She turned away, pretending to examine the shelves, though her mind lingered on the shy woman behind the counter.
"Take your time," the woman said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Alexandra moved through the aisles, her fingers trailing over the spines of books she wasn't really looking at. She could hear the faint rustle of paper as the woman went back to her work, and for reasons she couldn't explain, the sound was oddly comforting.
She left the store without buying anything, but the woman's face stayed with her long after she returned to the estate.
Alexandra Marcus didn't know it yet, but the shy girl in the bookstore-Rose Sherlock-was about to change her life in ways she couldn't have imagined.
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“Do I want a taste?” his voice deeper than he had ever spoken. His eyes pinned on me like I was the only thing that fascinated him. “What do I do?” I thought to myself as he moved closer to me, I wanted to run away, to resist him but I was pinned to the wall by him. “Gosh I hate this man so much” his scent, his body, his beautiful green eyes, he was driving me crazy. I know this is wrong, he has a fiancee and all but that makes me want him even more. “Get on the bed and spread your legs” his cold voice woke me up and then I remembered I was just a maid to him. “Yes master”.