Chapter One
As night fell, the cold moon hung high in the sky. The bright moonlight fell on the ancient castle on the edge of the city, casting a mysterious silver veil around it. Emily stood on the balcony, looking at the forest in the distance, and felt a chill rising from the bottom of her heart. Since moving to this castle, her life has become bizarre and mysterious. The cold wind in October swept across her bare shoulders, bringing a shudder. Emily subconsciously wrapped her woolen shawl tightly around her, but she couldn't feel any warmth. This castle seems to be always cold, just like its mysterious owner Lucas Black, exuding an inaccessible atmosphere. "Miss Emily," suddenly, a low voice sounded behind her, "You'll catch a cold if you're still outside so late." She turned around and saw Lucas standing at the balcony door. The moonlight outlined his tall figure. He was wearing a dark silk shirt, and the collar vaguely revealed his strong chest. The amber eyes flickered strangely in the darkness, as if they could see through her soul. "Mr. Black," Emily whispered, trying to hide the trembling in her voice, "I'm just admiring the moonlight." Lucas took a step forward, but suddenly stopped. Emily noticed that his body stiffened instantly, and his nostrils fluttered slightly, as if he was sniffing something. His expression became solemn, and a glimmer of wildness flashed in his eyes, but was quickly suppressed. "Please go in," his voice was hoarser than usual, "It's not safe here." Just then, a cold night breeze swept across the balcony, bringing a faint smell of rust. Emily saw that Lucas's fingers were almost pinched into the stone railing, and his knuckles were white. She couldn't help but take a step back, her heartbeat accelerated. "I thought this castle was the safest place," she whispered, "after all, you are here." Lucas let out an almost inaudible growl, "Some danger, Miss Emily, is much closer than you think." His eyes looked unusually sharp in the moonlight, "especially on a full moon night." Suddenly, a wolf howl came from the distant forest, shrill and long. Emily was surprised to find that Lucas' pupils shrank in an instant and turned into vertical pupils like a beast, but the fleeting change made her wonder if it was just an illusion caused by the moonlight. Just then, a cold breath passed by her from behind, accompanied by a chuckle. Emily turned around and saw only a dark shadow flashing in the corner of the balcony. When she looked back again, Lucas had come to her side, with a hand gently on her shoulder. "I'll take you back to your room," he said, with an unquestionable commanding tone in his voice. Emily noticed that his palms were surprisingly hot, in sharp contrast to the chill of the castle. Walking in the dark corridor of the castle, Emily could feel Lucas' presence, he walked behind her like a silent guardian. Moonlight poured in through the Gothic stained glass windows, casting mottled shadows on the floor. "Good night, Miss Emily," Lucas whispered in front of her door, "Remember, no matter what sound you hear, don't leave the room tonight." "Why?" Emily asked subconsciously. Lucas was silent for a moment, his eyes looked deep and dangerous in the moonlight, "Because the moonlight tonight is too beautiful, it will always wake up something that shouldn't wake up." When the door closed behind her, Emily leaned against the door, her heartbeat still alarmingly fast. She could hear Lucas's footsteps gradually fading away, but she seemed to hear the sound of wings flapping outside the window. She walked to the window and looked out through the glass. In the moonlit courtyard, she saw a figure standing by the fountain. The man looked up at her window, and the moonlight illuminated his pale marble face - it was Draco, with a mysterious smile on his lips and a dangerous light in his eyes. When Emily blinked, his figure had disappeared, as if he had never appeared. Emily lay trembling on the bed, listening to the wolf howling outside the window. She knew that she had fallen into a world full of dangers, and this was just the beginning. On this moonlit night, her fate was closely linked to two mysterious and dangerous beings, and there was no turning back.
Chapter Two
In the dead of night, Emily lay in bed, the faces of Lucas and Draco appeared in her mind. She could not resist the deep attraction, but she also knew that she was caught in a dangerous vortex. She knew that the confrontation between the two men was a life-and-death hostility, and she was just a pawn in their war. A corner of her heart reminded her to escape, but the deeper desire pulled her to stay in this mysterious castle, looking forward to the unknown encounter.
Just as she was about to fall asleep, a slight knock on the window interrupted the silence. Emily opened her eyes, and the moonlight poured into the room through the curtains, making the corners of the room particularly dark. She sat up subconsciously, trembling slightly and walked to the window. When she opened the curtains, a figure was standing in front of her, cold and elegant.
It was Draco.
"Sorry, I scared you, Emily." His low voice was frivolous and indifferent, as if every word revealed his unfathomable darkness. His eyes were like two flames in the abyss, locking onto her with an irresistible force.
"How... are you here?" Emily's heartbeat quickened, and her hands unconsciously clenched a corner of the curtain. She knew she should be scared at this moment, but Draco's unique charm made it hard for her to resist.
Draco did not answer her question, but slowly approached, lowered his head and whispered in her ear: "You know why I'm here, Emily. You've never really been afraid of me, right?"
The moment he approached, she smelled the cold breath on him, as if it came from the night a thousand years ago. Her breathing gradually became rapid, but she did not retreat, but was locked by his eyes, as if her soul was also attracted to him.
"Draco... we can't do this." Her voice was weak, but she did not retreat at all, as if even she herself was struggling with contradictions.
"You don't belong here at all, Emily. Staying here will only put you in deeper danger." Draco gently lifted her chin, with a smile on the corner of his cold mouth, that smile was both gentle and dangerous, "But if you want to know the real darkness, then come. I will take you to see everything."
At this moment, the door was pushed open, and Lucas' figure appeared at the door like a shadow. His face was gloomy, and his eyes were burning with anger. It was his possessiveness and anger that he could not hide. He walked towards Draco step by step, his hands clenched, his muscles tensed, as if he was going to pounce on and tear the enemy in front of him in the next second.
"Draco, let her go." Lucas' voice was low and threatening, like an enraged beast. It was the first time Emily saw him so out of control, his eyes were like a ball of unextinguishable fire, revealing uncontrollable anger and possessiveness.
Draco smiled slightly, released Emily's chin, and looked at Lucas provocatively. "Don't you understand yet? She doesn't belong to you. The savagery of the wolf tribe is nothing but a bondage to her, and I can give her true freedom."
"The 'freedom' you mentioned will only make her fall into darkness. You don't understand what true protection is." Lucas sneered, his eyes as sharp as an eagle. He slowly stepped forward, blocked Emily, and protected her behind him. That was his attitude as the wolf king, firm and unshakable.
Emily was sandwiched between the two, feeling her heartbeat speed up, as if breathing became difficult. These two completely different forces intertwined and collided in front of her, making it impossible for her to decide which side to choose.
Draco raised the corners of his mouth and slowly took a step back, his eyes still on Emily. "Emily, one day you will find that he can't satisfy the desire in your heart. And I am your true home."
As soon as the voice fell, Draco's figure disappeared into the night, as if he had never appeared.
Lucas looked at the empty room, his fists gradually loosened, but the anger and worry in his eyes remained. He turned around and looked at Emily softly, but his eyes still flashed with contradictions and forbearance.
"Are you okay?" He asked in a low voice, with a trace of undisguised concern in his voice.
Emily nodded, but her heart was in turmoil and it was difficult to calm down. She knew that she had fallen too deep. She could not let go of these two men easily, nor could she easily resist them. A complex emotion surged in her heart, which was a dangerous and fatal attraction.
"Lucas, I..." She wanted to say something, but lost her words when she met his eyes.
"Don't get close to him." Lucas' voice was low, with a hint of pleading and warning, "I know you feel confused, but Draco is not what you think. He will only drag you into the darkness, and I won't let him hurt you."
Emily just looked at him silently, and a touch of uncertainty gradually rose in her heart. She knew that this was not just a war, but a contest of feelings and desires. In this dangerous triangle relationship, she has gone too far and can never turn back.
Chapter Three
Emily stayed awake all night. The wind outside the window blew through the woods, making a low moan, as if the whole castle was whispering in her ear. She curled up in bed, recalling Draco's cold smile and Lucas's deep eyes. Two completely different attractions stirred in her heart, making her lost on the edge of danger and desire.
When the sky was slightly bright, she made a decision. She had to figure out what she wanted, the wildness and protection of the wolf tribe, or the mystery and temptation of the vampire. She got up and walked out of the room, walked through the deserted corridor, and came to the door of Lucas's study.
The door of the study was slightly open, and a whisper came from inside. Emily stood outside the door and pricked up her ears to listen.
"She is innocent, Lucas." A low and gentle female voice came from Lucas's sister, Leila. Emily had heard rumors about her. Leila was the wisest prophet in the wolf tribe and could always see fragments of the future.
"I know, Leila." Lucas' voice was hoarse, as if he had struggled all night, "but I can't control myself, I can't suppress my desire for her. I'm afraid that if she stays with me, she will only be swallowed by my darkness."
Emily's heart trembled, and she raised her hand to push open the door.
"Lucas." Her voice was abrupt and firm in the silent room.
The two turned around and saw her standing at the door with a hint of determination in her eyes. She walked slowly towards Lucas, looked up at him, with a hint of determination and inquiry in her eyes.
"I know you protect me, but I'm not a fragile child." Her voice was calm and firm, "I need to know the truth. Why are you always so hesitant? And why is Draco so persistent in approaching me?"
Lucas' expression froze for a moment, his eyes wandering on her face, as if he was weighing whether to tell her everything. Finally, he took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind.
"Emily, the fate of our werewolves is usually determined at birth. The wolf tribe has a unique ability to perceive its partner. When we find that person, we will feel an attraction that cannot be ignored... and you are my destined partner." Lucas spoke in a low voice, with pain and desire flashing in his eyes.
Emily's heartbeat accelerated, and thousands of emotions surged in her mind, both shocked and confused. She never thought that she would become his destined partner, and his possessiveness and protectiveness of her turned out to come from this ancient bond.
She asked softly: "What about Draco? Why is he so obsessed with me?"
Lucas's eyes became more gloomy, and there was a hint of anger in his eyes. "Draco's tribe never believed in fate. They prefer to dominate their own future. And he believes that as long as he possesses you, he can destroy me and the traditional beliefs of the wolf tribe. So, he is not sincere to you, but to weaken my power."
Emily's heart suddenly tightened, and a hint of anger and loss surged in her eyes. However, she also felt a little unwilling, as if she was just a tool in this struggle, being fought over and torn by the two, and she had no right to control herself.
"So, Lucas, are you sincere? Is it just fate for me?" There was a hint of disappointment in her voice, and her eyes became cold.
Lucas was stunned, as if he was hurt by her question. He was silent for a moment before speaking: "Emily, I can't deny the existence of fate, but I can't ignore my feelings for you." He gently held her hand, his eyes full of affection and desire, "Whether it is fate or something else, I am willing to give up everything for you."
Just then, a slight sound came from outside the window. Emily turned back suddenly and saw a pair of dark red eyes flashing outside the window, like a flame in the dark, and the familiar cold breath startled her heart.
It was Draco.
He stood outside the window, sneering at them, as if everything was under his control. He knocked on the window lightly, his voice cold and full of provocation: "I don't think it's possible to talk about 'betraying' everything here, Lucas. You can't protect her because she will eventually come to me."
Lucas' eyes immediately became cold and dangerous. He stood in front of Emily, glared at Draco outside the window, and growled in a low voice: "Stay away from her, Draco. You can't force her to choose darkness."
Draco smiled slightly, his eyes full of evil confidence. He raised his eyebrows at Emily, as if everything was under his control. "Dear Emily, you will find that the bright world cannot satisfy your desire. And darkness - is your destination." After he finished speaking, his figure instantly disappeared into the night.
The room returned to silence, but the air was filled with tension and uneasiness. Emily looked at the empty darkness outside the window, feeling both fear and desire in her heart. She could no longer deny Draco's attraction to her, and the danger and mystery made her heart beat faster.
Lucas noticed her hesitation, and a trace of pain and uneasiness flashed in his eyes. He gently held her hand and whispered, "Emily, don't get close to him. His darkness will devour you and make you lost in the endless night."
She didn't respond, but just looked at him silently, her heart full of complicated emotions. She knew that she could no longer simply withdraw from the two of them. Her fate had been drawn into an uncontrollable vortex, and the only thing she could do was to follow her heart and touch the unknown darkness.
Chapter Four
As autumn deepened, the forest surrounding the castle donned a cloak of gold and crimson. Yet Emily felt none of the season's warmth. Since that night's revelation, her mind had been in constant turmoil, with Lucas's truth and Draco's temptation intertwining like two serpents in her thoughts, leaving her breathless.
That evening, Emily found herself alone in the castle's library, searching through ancient tomes for any mention of werewolves and vampires. As she focused on a yellowed manuscript, the air suddenly turned cold. Looking up, she found Draco standing across from her, his appearance as silent as shadow.
"Seeking truth, my dear Emily?" Draco leaned elegantly against the bookshelf, wearing a deep purple silk shirt that made his skin appear even paler. "But you know, written accounts are often one-sided."
Emily instinctively stepped back. "Why do you always appear like this? It's unsettling."
Draco chuckled softly, moving toward her with fluid grace. "Because I enjoy seeing you startled. It makes you even more enticing." His fingers traced her cheek, the cold touch making her shiver. "Lucas told you I'm merely using you, but did he mention that his fate is actually a chain binding him?"
Emily froze. "What do you mean?"
"The werewolves' so-called destined mates are nothing but constraints in their bloodline," Draco's voice carried a hypnotic power. "They're forced to love someone, forced to protect them. Isn't that tragic? While I..." his gaze deepened, "I choose you because I'm truly drawn to you."
A low growl suddenly echoed from the doorway. Lucas stood there, his eyes now golden, filled with rage. "Step away from her, Draco!" His voice carried an unmistakable threat.
Instead of retreating, Draco pulled Emily closer. "Why so angry, Lucas? Is it because I spoke the truth, or because you fear she might choose me?"
The tension in the air grew thick enough to cut. Emily could feel the energy between the two men threatening to tear the room apart. Lucas's body trembled as he fought to control the beast within.
"Enough!" Emily suddenly shouted, "What am I to both of you? Some trophy to be won?" Her voice carried both anger and hurt.
Both men froze. Pain flashed across Lucas's eyes, while Draco's expression turned contemplative.
Emily pushed away from Draco and walked toward the door, but paused beside Lucas. "You say I'm your destiny, but have you considered my feelings?" Her voice was soft but accusatory. "And you, Draco, if you truly cared for me, you wouldn't use me as a weapon against him."
She hurried from the library, and only when she reached the corridor did her tears finally fall. She didn't know whom to trust - Lucas, chosen by fate, or Draco, who chose her himself? More importantly, she began to question whether she truly understood her own heart.
As night fell, Emily stood on her balcony. Wolves howled in the distant forest, while somewhere in the castle, she thought she heard the flutter of bat wings. Everything reminded her that she stood at the crossroads between two worlds, and she had to make a choice.
Then she noticed items on the balcony railing: a rose as black as night with a blood-red sheen - Draco's mark. Beside it lay a wolf fang necklace, a werewolf protection charm, obviously left by Lucas.
Emily gently touched both items, her internal conflict growing stronger. She knew that choosing either would alter her destiny forever. But more importantly, she needed to understand what her heart truly desired.
As moonlight bathed the castle grounds, Emily realized that her decision wouldn't just be about choosing between two men - it was about choosing what kind of life she wanted, and more importantly, who she wanted to become.
Chapter Five
The following days in the castle were filled with an unbearable tension. Emily found herself constantly caught between shadows and silence, between warmth and cold. Every corner seemed to hold either Lucas's protective presence or Draco's seductive whispers. The weight of their attention was becoming increasingly suffocating.
One particularly cold morning, Emily discovered a mysterious leather-bound book in the library's restricted section. Its pages contained ancient prophecies about the eternal conflict between werewolves and vampires. As she read, her hands trembling, she found something that made her blood run cold.
'When the moon bleeds red and the night grows teeth, a choice will be made that breaks the ancient cycle. A mortal's heart shall tip the balance, bringing either eternal darkness or salvation to both races.'
"Interesting reading material," Leila's voice suddenly came from behind. Lucas's sister moved like a ghost, her silver eyes holding centuries of wisdom. "I've been waiting for you to find this."
Emily closed the book carefully. "Is this... about me?"
Leila's expression remained enigmatic. "The prophecy speaks of a mortal who stands between our worlds. But prophecies, dear Emily, are like rivers - they show the destination, but the path taken is always your choice."
"What happens if I choose wrong?" Emily's voice wavered.
"There is no wrong choice, only consequences," Leila replied, her voice gentle but firm. "But I must warn you - the blood moon approaches, and with it, a moment of truth that will change everything."
Before Emily could ask more questions, a commotion erupted from the castle grounds. They rushed to the window to see Lucas and Draco facing each other in the courtyard, their postures tense with barely contained violence.
"You've crossed the line, Draco," Lucas's voice carried up to them, filled with fury. "You dare to mark our territory?"
Draco's laugh was cold and mocking. "Territory? This stopped being about territory the moment she arrived. Or are you afraid she's already choosing me?"
Emily watched in horror as Lucas's form began to shift, his muscles rippling beneath his clothes. The morning sun caught his golden eyes, now burning with primal rage. Draco's own transformation was more subtle - his pale skin taking on an otherworldly sheen, his movements becoming impossibly fluid.
"Stop!" Emily's voice rang out across the courtyard. Both men froze, their attention snapping to her window. "This has to end!"
She turned to rush downstairs, but Leila caught her arm. "Be careful, Emily. The blood moon is three days away. Under its light, both races lose control of their darker natures. And you..." she paused meaningfully, "you will be at your most vulnerable."
When Emily reached the courtyard, the tension was thick enough to choke on. Lucas immediately moved to her side, his protective instinct evident in every motion. But it was Draco who spoke first.
"My apologies for the disturbance, dear Emily," his voice was silk over steel. "But perhaps it's time you understood the full scope of what you're involved in." He pulled an ancient medallion from his coat. "This belongs to your grandmother. She wasn't just any woman - she was a guardian, keeper of the balance between our races."
Emily's world tilted. "My grandmother? But she died when I was young..."
"She was murdered," Lucas cut in, his voice heavy with old pain. "By those who wanted to destroy the peace between our kinds. And now, as her descendant, you inherit her role - and her enemies."
The revelation hit Emily like a physical blow. Suddenly, everything made more sense - the mysterious circumstances that led her to the castle, both men's intense interest in her, the prophecy. She wasn't just caught between two supernatural beings; she was part of an ancient legacy.
"The blood moon comes," Draco said softly, his eyes locked on Emily. "And with it, powers long dormant will awaken. You'll need to choose not just between us, Emily, but between two paths for both our races."
As if in response to his words, clouds gathered overhead, casting strange shadows across the courtyard. Emily felt something stir within her, something old and powerful, like a sleeping giant finally beginning to wake.
Lucas moved closer, his warmth a stark contrast to the chill air. "Whatever you choose, Emily, know that my protection isn't just about fate or duty anymore. It's about-"
But before he could finish, a piercing scream cut through the air. All three turned to see Leila collapsed at the castle entrance, her silver eyes wide with terror as she pointed at the sky.
"It's coming," she gasped. "The blood moon... it's coming early. And with it, they're returning - the ones who killed your grandmother. They're coming for Emily."
In that moment, as Emily looked between Lucas and Draco, she realized that her choice might not be about love at all - it might be about survival.
Chapter 1
Today, Cecily Gonzalez found herself standing in the Civil Affairs Bureau, ready to sign her name and officially become a married woman. As she prepared to write the name of her husband on the form, she glanced up at the man beside her.
This man was undeniably handsome, so much so that even the Civil Affairs Bureau staff couldn't help but steal glances at him. Cecily couldn't believe her luck in marrying such a remarkable man.
"What's your name again? Sorry, it slipped my mind," Cecily hesitated, her words hanging in the air.
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Could there possibly be a woman in Khebury who wasn't familiar with the name Garrett? With his stunning looks and commanding presence as the head of R&S Group, a powerhouse in finance, e-commerce, real estate, and entertainment, he was the epitome of success and desire for every woman in Khebury.
Snatching the form from Cecily's hand, Garrett scribbled his name boldly and assertively, reflecting his dominant personality with every stroke of the pen.
With that, the stamp was placed, and their marriage was official.
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Garrett opened his mouth to speak, but Cecily interrupted him, her voice filled with urgency, "When can we get a divorce?"
"The doctor says Grandma may not make it through the month," he retorted coldly.
Her words weighed heavily on him. Why was she in such a hurry for a divorce? Shouldn't he be the one feeling anxious? What was her rush?
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An ambulance arrived shortly after, and the elderly lady was eventually saved.
Little did Cecily know that the old lady was a terminal lung cancer patient who had insisted on her grandson marrying Cecily before her time ran out.
"Why can't we just use a fake certificate?" Cecily pondered. It would save them all the trouble.
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"I have a request," Cecily said, her tone serious.
"Hmm?" Garrett raised an eyebrow, curious about what kind of scheme she was about to propose.
"While I hope Grandma lives a long and fulfilling life, there will come a time when this fake marriage must end. When that time comes, I hope you will use your influence to erase any trace of our marriage license," Cecily stated firmly.
"Y.u.."
Considering his immense power and nearly perfect appearance, shouldn't he be the one worrying about it instead?
This woman seemed oddly eager to end their marriage, and it left him feeling unhappy.
"No problem," he muttered through gritted teeth, barely able to force the words out.
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She handed Garrett a note, beautifully inscribed with her name and bank card number.
Garrett sneered. It always came down to money in the end.
Raised by his grandmother since childhood, their bond was extraordinary. As she grew older and fell ill, he only wanted her to live without regrets.
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"So, you saved Grandma on purpose?" His voice was as icy as the bitter winter wind as she turned to leave.
Cecily glanced back, a slight smile playing on her red lips. "If that's what you believe."
Her smile was breathtakingly beautiful.
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In all honesty, she didn't even know him, let alone his grandmother.
This man was delusional beyond repair.
If she had truly acted with ill intentions, she would have demanded at least 5 million, not a mere 500,000, which wouldn't even cover the cost of his tailored suit.
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Damn, he had actually been captivated by that woman's smile just now.
Looking down, he traced his fingers over the marriage certificate in his hand, a mischievous smirk forming on his lips.
The photo captured them together, but she seemed distant and unfamiliar, her delicate features highlighted. Her almond-shaped eyes were sharp, her arched eyebrows perfectly angled, and her lips exuded a seductive allure. There was an enigmatic quality to her beauty, something he could barely comprehend.
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As he exited the Civil Affairs Bureau, he cursed under his breath. Damn it, he had forgotten to ask for her phone number.
Surprisingly, she hadn't asked for his either.
Chapter 2
The night enveloped the city, casting a dark shroud over its inhabitants. The biting wind cut through the air, chilling the bones of those unfortunate enough to be outside. A sense of melancholy lingered in the atmosphere, weighing heavily on the hearts of the people.
Garrett's heart pounded in his chest as he realized he had fallen into a trap. His complacency had blinded him to the impending danger that now surrounded him. Three men, armed with guns, pursued him relentlessly, their footsteps echoing ominously in the empty streets.
Gunshots pierced the silence, the sound reverberating through the night. Garrett fought back, using every ounce of strength he had left. But against three opponents, he was outnumbered and outmatched. A bullet grazed his leg, leaving a painful wound that sapped his energy.
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Meanwhile, Cecily made her way through the city, unaware of the danger that lurked in the shadows. Oblivious to the world around her, she was preoccupied with a task assigned to her by Dean Emma Hill. She was to return to the orphanage, her mind consumed with thoughts of the children awaiting her arrival.
Suddenly, the tranquility of the night shattered as a series of loud bangs echoed through the air. Cecily's instincts kicked in, recognizing the sound of gunfire. She knew this was no ordinary situation, as the distinct sound of an AK47 filled the night.
Drawn towards the commotion, Cecily's eyes fell upon a chaotic scene unfolding before her. Several figures engaged in a violent struggle, one of them clearly injured and cornered. Without hesitation, Cecily swiftly retrieved her trusty darts and launched them with precision, slicing across the necks of the assailants.
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Cecily, a talented student at Khebury University of Conard's Manufacturing and Design school, was far more than just a beautiful face. Her past accomplishments in marksmanship and shooting competitions showcased her immense talent. Throwing darts had become second nature to her, a skill honed over years of practice.
With the gang dispersed, Cecily's attention turned to the injured man who had jumped into the river. She knew he was in dire need of help, his chances of survival diminishing with each passing moment. Without a second thought, she propelled herself over the railing and into the murky water.
Struggling against the weight of the man, Cecily fought to bring him to safety. The darkness of the night, coupled with the absence of any light sources, made it nearly impossible to discern their faces. All she could focus on was saving a life.
DrawinMgT fÉrGom hlerG XtraiiTnignUg iCnp thae jFgizrs.tc mAXisd KVsonl*uanteberg NPrXoUgjram,i ACÉecqily SpHerGforjmeWdI dchfest co)mprIesRsiohnsz don Rthex nmaTn, ldepsperatZeRlyk itrykiYng toM beDxpBel nthe watlejr he VhQaid Bin&gveste.dU.g RWKhenU heÉr aefcfDortqsS QpHrRoMved afuQtIiXlex, lsrhe irelYuctqabntlÉy Rrgeysorftend Zt&oJ arstvifGi^c.iiaOl Urespi'raytJioYn,$ BpreWssinrgh mherq l*ips agailndst his VanqdX !blVoSwiJnrg! ajirA initro hkisQ lNunwgsM.
To her surprise, the man's lips were not cold as expected, but rather scorching hot. It was a sensation that sent a shiver down her spine, a peculiar warmth that seemed to ignite a fire within her. Ignoring the strange feeling, she persisted, determined to save his life.
After several attempts, the man finally expelled the water from his lungs, coughing violently as he regained consciousness. But something was different about him. His body radiated an intense heat, his eyes filled with an insatiable desire. In a moment of madness, he seized Cecily, pulling her into a passionate kiss.
Cecily's instincts screamed at her to resist, but it was too late. The man's embrace tightened, his uncontrollable lust overpowering any semblance of reason. She fought against his grip, but her efforts proved futile.
InN th!e dep!ths ofS htehr khPeartp,y gsSh!ed TkVne.w wChnatK this muepabnt.' lAisó óhwiUs $siayn,iHtpyQ Lslliópwp'ed ^awaSyM,z ZheV qspXoZke, XwordHs &tlhat ,sMeZaHlepd tnhehidr! fMaxtVeRsu. "iIc'llP Ztaóke$ theI ér)esspotnsibailitcy,"R zhe uttSeZr^ewdU,P bef'oFrke GsucctuTmbitngt e*nUti!rely qtox Chits gpKrimal YdCeWsXiaresu.
Chapter 3
What followed was a frenzied kiss, their lips locked in a desperate struggle. Cecily's attempts to push the man away were futile, as if he were rooted to the spot. Regret flooded her, realizing she should have never gotten involved with him in the first place.
She knew what was about to happen - the loss of her virginity. But it wasn't to the right person, not the one she had hoped to save. Each painful moment intensified her regret, no matter how much she fought against it.
Finally, he released his grip, freeing her from his grasp. Time seemed to blur as Cecily tried to comprehend what had just occurred. And then, it was over.
WmiGtah AthfeN lDast f^limcHkerl oZf consc*iousneósÉs, he wi!pqecdO aswAaDyw hIegrb tears bwiIth ua dgHeZnTtzle ki)sCs Raznd w'hwi*sap.eredh, "Ib'cm !sGorry,z I'xlFlp .mariry& pySou…C"
He buried his face in the curve of her neck, as if trying to hold onto her essence before it slipped away.
"F*ck off," Cecily spat, pushing him away.
Satisfied but weakened by his injuries, he rolled onto his back and succumbed to deep slumber.
Cetc&ily twrejmébledk aSs (sbhel raosReW,d fumbalingK Nwitóh Lhber cqlGoUtzhHeXs( Li,n aO ,daxzef. pHaecru fhandys ,shgotoxkT uUnvconótXrkolblablByU,f caxu*sinbg AtmhHeM $bWu_ttoFnNsJ tsoA slZipR )throYuzgh VherP Gfwi!ngrer(s repecabt(edlyyy.r OISt MtfoyoZk Usne,vaeral aathtfemWptFsz cb!eófLoxrie Osóhye mmainaxge(dM ktlo^ dzrpegssJ $hersOeGlQfs.F
Her mind was blank, the weight of losing her virginity to a stranger heavy upon her. The lingering scent of the man clung to her every breath.
Biting her lip, anger blazed in Cecily's wide eyes.
In the darkness, a glint of silver caught her attention. She grabbed the dart and aimed it at his throat.
DYamnL hiPmC!
But she couldn't follow through. She couldn't take his life after he had taken her body.
She compared it to being bitten by a dog - an unfortunate, unavoidable incident.
Still weak and reeling from the encounter, Cecily stood up defiantly, barely able to find her footing.
Wit&hS XunUsótealdy ZsWtepPsó,' Éshe thu)rrcieqdllyH lcepf.té the XsceLnUeK, hder XdvePs$tWiónéatiLownI un,cmerYtatinY.
Tonight, she couldn't face the orphanage. Her emotions were too raw, forcing her to turn back towards school instead.
Unbeknownst to Cecily, Odette Campbell had witnessed the entire scene.
Odette, a fellow senior at the University of Conard, had grown up alongside Cecily in the same orphanage.
BoWth gWirlisG hfafd 'rescebiv_ed Qa cMaWll Rfr*omY tEm^mJaQ, thIe yorVphaHnma)ge Mdirecctohr,z maLsvkingf thema vto' ret.uJrn.
Cecily had left before Odette, leading to the unexpected encounter that resulted in her losing her virginity.
Once Cecily was out of sight, Odette cautiously approached the man on the ground.
The darkness made it impossible to discern his identity.
SPh'eG krretrieveYd& hOerh pWhVoFn_e anndd i_llKumin(a'ted RtDhie éar)eYaC.d
The white light revealed the man's striking features - a chiseled face, sharp brows, closed eyes, and cold lips.
God, he was handsome. Incredibly handsome.
A flicker of recognition passed through Odette's mind. She had seen this face before, somewhere.
Antd tOhebn ni&tQ cl)ickWeQdI H- tfheU mant lying beVfokrQeh éherF .waKs none othekrA Otihaln Gwartr&ett.x
She had seen him on the cover of Financial People magazine, his handsome face plastered on every major headline.
Odette's thoughts raced.
Originally, she had only intended to watch Cecily lose her virginity, but fate had presented her with an unexpected opportunity.
CecGil!y bh&ahd vlÉeéfnt Ci$n *arnrgYebr', MwAh,iOcFhz gmealnct& vshe lNikkLeOl!y Dd^icdAnZ't rec*ogVnWizeG GzaJrÉretwtU.
In the solitude of the night, Odette pondered her next move.
Chapter 4
Evil thoughts swirled in her mind, a twisted concoction of ambition and resentment. The idea of saving a man like him, of seducing him, it ignited a fire within her. She saw it as her ticket to climb the ladder of success, to finally leave behind her past and forge a new path. After all, she had long lost her virginity, had indulged in relationships and trysts that society would frown upon.
How could she let such a golden opportunity slip through her fingers?
Oh, Cecily, they had grown up together in the orphanage, but the jealousy that simmered within her heart was undeniable. Cecily always stole the spotlight, the center of attention, even the dean favored her above all others.
BXuttm thbenK bCecilyg lrezfté,_ óplulrs^uiDng^ sh!odotwinhgr trainiOnMg),) leapvin!g her alSonée$ Fin th'e DoBrpxhanaég'eD.^ AYndt shSe,h Tshez bm*ahn,agedS toh ófóiJnd _herM wJaCy HinWtfoA tMhe_ bedY ofm hfer cÉoDljleége mentcor,k seUcurinfgM aI pplancte aÉt KdhGeBbwuSryK'rsi VprMeésptilgSipouLsK éCGuynarFd IUnive&rsJityc.s
To her surprise, Cecily abandoned her pursuit of shooting and enrolled in the very same university. With her exceptional grades and stunning looks, she quickly became a sensation on campus.
Damn it! Cecily managed to skip a grade, effortlessly sliding into Cunard near the end of her sophomore year. The jealousy burned within her, an unquenchable flame.
It seemed as though she could never escape Cecily's shadow, forever living in her brilliance.
SéhIe coujldn'vt bePaFr) it .anYy wlongZeAr.
Cecily would never have imagined that her chance to enter high society would be snatched away.
So she ran to the riverside, immersing herself in water, bandaging his wounded leg. Deliberately tearing and wrinkling her clothes, she bit her lip and pinched her legs until tears filled her eyes.
After making all the necessary preparations and disguises, she called for an ambulance and stayed by his side until he woke up.
Sbhe kcnLe^w ytIhWe blarwi!nógP (s.ounkd Uof thfe* amVbuZlaJnyce wo.uld tj'oltH hÉizmY awcaéke, ^and It^hae f!lashibng FligBhtmsN Fwoéuld iléluminQate hBer JpzrQesen!cmeS.y
Everything was perfectly orchestrated, flawlessly executed.
After what felt like an eternity, the deafening noise of the ambulance pierced the night sky, its bright red lights illuminating the darkness.
Garrett stirred from his slumber, his head spinning. The heat that had consumed him was replaced by a sense of calm. With great effort, he opened his eyes.
A softZ soWbSbsing sonundy re_aScOhOedY h^isf KetarQs.
"You're awake? I called an ambulance, it's here now."
"You..."
In his mind, the images of their passionate encounter flashed before him. He knew what he had done.
Th.eK WsNepnsaktPion waCsZ int*oxuicOatibngé,S adrdiYcQtiGng. Heb idi.dNnN't HwaHntb iIt ^tDoO JenUd sNo* Nsocon. mHHeb LwYanÉt_eCd tXo savBor_ theP taftBeZrmtasTte.
Garrett narrowed his eyes, the ambulance's dazzling lights revealing the figure in front of him.
A lovely girl stood before him, delicate eyebrows framing her bright almond-shaped eyes. Her long black hair was drenched, water droplets cascading from it. The morning sunlight kissed her shoulders, making her appear pure and ethereal, like a saint.
Her disheveled clothes, red and swollen eyes, and the blood stains on her lips were all evidence of her sacrifice.
"JDidK yo&uh ms^ave gmje?" (GóadrCrweJtBt manyaaged tCo sit upG, ^héiTs )vPoicwe strainwed.
Odette nodded gently, tears glistening in her eyes. She nervously fiddled with her coat, her actions betraying her helplessness.
In that moment, there was no doubt about what had transpired.
Garrett's heart sank, disappointment washing over him.
Iét xwsaPsÉ unnoOthiTnlgF likeW ywkh^aót h)e whad MimDaLgViPne_d.,C Xa stbarkl uconndtraéstw.q UHLeB vi_v(icdxlryX rPelmIeYmabMeDred Lt&heg bwCoDm*a(n rb(eGneTaAth himV, cfierócze kand urkesmiAs.t'a.nTt,b fKighttzi)ng ba*ckb ,wWitsh eqvery !o.u,nFcze !obfF MsVtMrSengt$h& jshe possess!ed.z
And yet, the woman before him seemed soft and fragile.
His thoughts were muddled, unable to make sense of it all.
"What's your name? How old are you?"
"OdeptótXej CFagmpUbTemlul.u TtwNentNyS-ftwóo.X rI sxt&uLdéys RMjaZrketKinng Vat* CXunaKrAd UnNiXverxsijtTy.."c
Garrett fell into deep contemplation. This night, he had been lured into a trap, attacked. And if not for her, he might have met his demise.
She saved him, and he violated her in return.
He had to take responsibility, there was no question about it.
Heb walsv a$ DmnanB Lwlhou vaMlDueód Ld$utVy abgove na!ll elGsZe.
He remembered the promise he made to marry her.
But as he looked at the pitiful figure before him, he couldn't help but feel detached.
After a moment of hesitation, he spoke, his gaze unwavering. "I will take responsibility. But I need time."
HAe hGaDncdeVd phxedr za bTuOsipnQesDsS cparad,I KhiJsK 'naSme )eunfgRrYavepd Yons iUtw.N "BMyU nSalme iisI Garrevttb GraNy, ^MóisLsg CfapmPp.b,e$lTlg. I LwoFn.'t forg.ect yKou. wIg'lfld xcohntyalct éy^oDu VoMnXceB QI'vjeI )deravlt wÉihth t_hihsk AmaftOter.U"$
After all, he had just obtained his marriage license with Cecily that morning. He needed time to sort everything out.
"You don't have to worry about that..." Odette lowered her head, feigning a soft sob. "I understand... you didn't mean it..."
She glanced at the business card in her hand, the title of Chief Executive Director at R&S. A victorious smile played at the corners of her lips, hidden from view.
Chapter 5
As twilight descended, the streetlights flickered to life, casting a warm glow on the bustling city. But Cecily was far from being in sync with the lively atmosphere. A cloud of gloom hung over her, a result of the regret that consumed her since last night. She had made a choice she shouldn't have, saving a man and losing more than just her innocence in the process. The remnants of his scent clung to her skin, a constant reminder of her impulsive actions.
Desperate to wash away the physical and emotional marks, Cecily took a long shower upon returning to her room. But no matter how hard she scrubbed, the wildness of the man and the painful memories were etched into her very being, impossible to erase.
Her irritation grew with each passing moment, a storm brewing inside her. Seeking solace, she headed to the supermarket to buy some vegetables. However, the prices seemed exorbitant, far beyond what she could afford.
LitstlUes diIdx abnPyone knboiwa WthSaUt GCeciclsy hJa!d Drqeéntaedz JaBnUot^hCery gh.oHusse, la bsedcreOt saaznctBuapry whereQ YsheO Asou(gPhtq Zrzefu!ggeA fdrom MhmeIrt tNrouDbled, tGhiouKgXhDt*s_.
Approaching the door, an unusual sound caught her attention, causing her brows to furrow in confusion. Ignoring the unease, she turned the key and pushed the door open, revealing an unwelcome sight.
A man groaned, his head thrown back, while a sultry woman with fiery red hair knelt on the floor. Cecily's expression remained impassive as she entered the kitchen, determined not to let the scene affect her.
Shutting the kitchen door behind her, Cecily focused on the task at hand. Within half an hour, she prepared a meal fit for a king - baked cod with lime cheese sauce, macaroni and cheese with beef sauce, and corn chowder.
OncJeT thqeG $tXwmo orutGsaide hamd ,fin!iRshéepd tsh,eRiwrW óillincvity xeLnzcÉouinLtTeVr, DCecilvy OoLpÉened tAheé kgitOcheQn doHoGrN, Uservfinng Rtkhzea fAooId _wiKtThOoust a aword. Tlhe enchasnting IwomOanD jglja_nceAdg Tat$ hherÉ wLi$thM OaO mFidswcchlie,vzouys gvliSnLt inu hSer eyUeVss,s teqasiXnCgLlGyt remdarkinngB, I"(HyandZs^omyej,M asqk (mle oRut fagaxin nheQxftD timeY. ÉYoMu' Wwezrel bamqaziAnZg!" RHeZrm 'gfazje lninngeqreTdf VoKnQ hiZsM KlIegYs.
Jeffery Morris, his good looks marred by a slight smirk, replied, "Next time, I'll let you have all the fun."
Their flirtatious banter continued, oblivious to Cecily's presence. It was only after the woman left that Cecily finally spoke, her voice tinged with a mix of weariness and determination. "Jeffery, dinner is ready."
Jeffery's face darkened, his tone laced with bitterness. "Then why don't you come and push me over?"
CecwiQlSy MtNooQkg aa qdehep Cbreathg, insti'nctiuvelvy wrle&cofil$ing fórVomt the vilMe* sc&ent' that pgermeat,eZd thxe aSir. SlhVe stooDd* MbeLfoVrex hAiSm, taXkingW iirn ihpis oanXce-thaGndsomeq yfacCe,) Vn$o'w vveileOdW witYh pTainé alnd) r)eós,entm*entB. fBugtO iqtZ w$asK tphe zwh!eelcBh)ai^rk bseneatth h(im tyhaQti ncapgtuvrieKd LherX atXtentLionQ.
Jeffery, the privileged son of JAXAH Corporation Bank, had been born into a life of luxury. And now...
As he noticed her gaze, a flash of anguish crossed his eyes. "What are you looking at? Disgusted?"
"No," Cecily replied softly, her head hanging low. With a silent resolve, she pushed him towards the table. "Let's eat. I made your favorite fish today."
JecffeAr(y gtjo,ok a tfewI bi$tehs beforZe Qabru$pstlNy settIikngP his ccbhoKpst(iZcAksa vdo&wqnx, XhiVs vdoiJce( fil)ledA bwiuthW fruXstrathio,nq.Y f"When arxe' youW rgoMi(ngB tso kgOert m'axrriiJe'dL?!u"F
Cecily froze, caught off guard by the sudden question. "I haven't graduated yet..."
Behind his back, she had pretended to be married to someone else, a decision that had led to the loss of her virginity. But deep down, she couldn't deny her feelings for Jeffery, a responsibility she couldn't let go of.
He sneered, his words sharp with accusation. "Cecily, when will you tell me? Why don't you just admit that you despise me for being disabled!"
"NIN Nnev)eOrh DmSeant Mt!hdaStL,Y"D MCDecillcy repl$iLehd *heHlGp$leAsslyó.y
She couldn't bear to hurt him, knowing how fragile and sensitive he was. She would never dare to reject his feelings or provoke him. That one word would remain unspoken.
"Cecily, I sacrificed everything for you, even my own family. And because of you, I'm confined to this wheelchair. Why don't you experience what it's like to sit in this broken contraption every day! I see you flirting with other men, and you don't care. Don't think I'm oblivious to your desire to be rid of me!"
With those words, Jeffery swept everything off the table, shattering the fragile peace that had momentarily settled between them.
CAe_cuirly bstaRr_e&dI blankrl$y aUth Qthe uwVreckgaégke&, her$ yhearstu UgZra'déuGavllyY !héo'lliowwiTngA Do!uOt*. Did shJe^ ntr,udly n'opt Gcar_eB?R
She was a person driven by duty, valuing responsibilities over her own desires.
For whom had she given up her dreams?
Why had she abandoned her pursuit of a gold medal, disappearing from the competitive scene?
Hown PhadN sOheB DmaQna&gedX Éto su!rvYi!v&eC ytheZsei pvastM ótwo, yDera^rs?.
Every day, she toiled tirelessly, working herself to the bone, all for what?
Yes, she was the one responsible for his current predicament.
She refused to shift the blame onto others.
IIf' n.oSt fyorÉ _thOaJt fpaDtcefPujl, epncou)n.ter*, JJ_efFfeVrGy,t aR manf desVt&iOned Xfoirp a liife Kofs ZpriiSviIle^ge,k woOuld Snelverm !hmaGvAe( sfbawlnlen sTo far.
He should still be surrounded by the opulence of high society, a sought-after bachelor adored by countless young women.
But now, her sole purpose was to heal him, to restore the once-gentle Jeffery to his former glory, both physically and emotionally.
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