Shadows of the Beach Villa

The waves crashed against the cliffs of Nova Scotia with an almost musical rhythm, but Aria Morgan knew better. After three years of studying marine biology at the remote Blackrock Research Station, she had learned to distinguish between natural ocean sounds and something more... peculiar. Tonight, there was definitely something different in the water's song.

Standing on the observation deck of the research facility, her long dark hair whipping in the salty breeze, Aria focused her night vision binoculars on the churning waters below. The full moon cast an ethereal glow across the surface, making it easier to spot any unusual movement. That's when she saw it - a flash of iridescent scales, much too large to be any known fish species.

"You're out here late again," a deep voice spoke behind her. Dr. Nathaniel Cross, the facility's new head of cryptozoology, stood in the doorway. His presence had been causing quite a stir among the female staff since his arrival last month, with his storm-gray eyes and the mysterious scar that ran from his left temple to his jaw. But Aria had noticed something else about him - the way he always seemed to appear whenever the strange occurrences happened.

"There's something out there, Dr. Cross," Aria said, not taking her eyes off the water. "Something big."

"Please, call me Nate," he said, moving to stand beside her. His proximity sent an involuntary shiver down her spine that had nothing to do with the cold. "And I know. That's why I'm here."

Before Aria could question what he meant, a haunting melody drifted up from the waters below. It wasn't quite singing - more like an otherworldly humming that seemed to resonate in her very bones. To her surprise, she found herself taking an unconscious step toward the railing, drawn by the sound.

Nate's hand shot out, gripping her arm. "Don't listen too closely," he warned, his voice tight with concern. "They're hunting tonight."

"They?" Aria tried to shake off the melody's lingering effect. "Who are 'they'?"

Just then, a figure emerged from the waves - a woman with silvery skin and long, phosphorescent hair. Her eyes glowed with an unnatural blue light, and when she opened her mouth to continue her song, Aria saw rows of sharp, pearl-like teeth. The creature's beauty was both terrifying and mesmerizing.

"Sirens," Nate whispered, his grip on Aria's arm tightening. "Real ones. Not the sanitized versions from your fairy tales."

The siren's gaze locked onto them, and her song changed, becoming more focused, more enticing. Aria felt Nate tense beside her, and when she looked at him, she was shocked to see his eyes had taken on a silvery sheen, reflecting the moonlight like a cat's.

"We need to get inside," he said through gritted teeth, though he seemed to be fighting the urge to move closer to the railing himself. "Now."

But as they turned to leave, Aria caught sight of something in the water that made her blood run cold. Dozens of glowing eyes had appeared beneath the waves, and more figures were rising to the surface. Their songs began to intertwine, creating a symphony of supernatural beauty and terror.

"Dr. Cross... Nate," Aria's voice trembled slightly. "What's really going on at this facility?"

He finally turned to look at her fully, and in the moonlight, she could see that his scar was glowing with a faint blue light. "It's not just a research station, Aria. It's a containment facility. We monitor and protect humanity from ancient creatures that most people think are myths. And right now," he glanced back at the water where more sirens were emerging, "something has disturbed them. Something that hasn't happened in over a hundred years."

"What?" Aria asked, though part of her feared the answer.

"They're looking for their lost queen," Nate's voice was grim. "And for some reason, they think she's here."

A particularly powerful wave crashed against the cliffs, sending spray high enough to reach the observation deck. As the droplets hit Aria's skin, she felt a strange tingling sensation, and for just a moment, her reflection in the window showed her eyes glowing with the same ethereal blue light as the creatures below.

Nate saw it too. His expression shifted from concern to something more complex - fear, fascination, and what looked almost like recognition. "We need to talk," he said quietly. "About your mother. About why you were really assigned to this facility. And about why you've always felt so drawn to the sea."

The siren's song grew louder, more insistent, and Aria felt something stir within her - ancient memories that couldn't possibly be her own, yet somehow were. As she followed Nate inside, one thought kept repeating in her mind: her life as she knew it was about to change forever, and there would be no going back to the simple world of marine biology and research papers.

Behind them, the sirens continued their haunting chorus, their songs now carrying a note of triumph. They had found what they were looking for.

The facility's underground laboratory was a maze of steel and glass, illuminated by harsh fluorescent lights that made everything look clinical and cold. Aria followed Nate through a series of security checkpoints, each requiring increasingly complex biometric scans. Her mind was still reeling from the events on the observation deck, the sirens' song echoing in her memory.

        "How long have you known?" she finally asked as they entered what appeared to be his private office. Unlike the sterile corridors outside, this room was filled with artifacts that looked ancient - shells with strange markings, crystals that seemed to pulse with their own inner light, and walls covered in charts mapping underwater ley lines.

        Nate moved to a heavily secured cabinet, his fingers dancing across a complex lock. "Since the moment you arrived at Blackrock. Your bio-readings were... unique." He pulled out a thick file with her name on it. "But your mother knew long before that."

        "My mother?" Aria's voice cracked. "She died when I was three. All I have are some photos and my father's stories about her love for the ocean."

        "Your mother didn't die, Aria." Nate's voice was gentle but firm as he placed an old photograph on his desk. "She returned."

        The photograph showed a woman standing on these very cliffs, her wild dark hair streaming in the wind. She looked exactly like Aria, except for her eyes - they held that same otherworldly blue glow Aria had seen in her own reflection moments ago.

        "That's impossible," Aria whispered, but even as she spoke, memories began to surface - the way she could hold her breath for impossibly long periods, her uncanny ability to predict storms, the strange songs that sometimes filled her dreams.

        Suddenly, the lights flickered, and a low vibration ran through the building. Nate's expression turned serious. "They're testing the barriers," he said, moving to a bank of monitors showing underwater footage. Multiple figures darted past the cameras, their movements too quick and graceful to be human.

        "What barriers?" Aria asked, joining him at the monitors.

        "Electromagnetic fields designed to keep them at bay. But with their queen so close..." He glanced at her meaningfully. "They're stronger than usual."

        "I am not their queen," Aria said firmly, though something deep inside her stirred at the words.

        "No, but you're her daughter. The first successful hybrid in centuries." Nate pulled up more files on his computer. "Your mother was their queen, and when she fell in love with your father, it created a diplomatic crisis. A siren queen choosing a human was unprecedented."

        The vibrations grew stronger, and somewhere in the facility, an alarm began to sound. On the monitors, the sirens' movements became more coordinated, more purposeful.

        "They're not just testing anymore," Nate muttered. He grabbed what looked like an ancient trident from a wall display. "They're breaking through."

        Aria's head suddenly filled with voices - not speaking English, but a fluid, musical language she somehow understood. They were calling to her, telling her to come home, to take her rightful place.

        "Make it stop," she gasped, pressing her hands to her temples.

        Nate reached for her, but stopped short when he saw her eyes - they were glowing brighter now, and her skin had taken on a slight iridescent sheen. "Fight it, Aria. You're not just one of them. You're both human and siren. That's what makes you special."

        The facility shook more violently, and the lights went out completely. In the darkness, Nate's eyes glowed silver again, and Aria could finally ask the question that had been nagging at her.

        "What are you?" she whispered. "You're not entirely human either, are you?"

        Before he could answer, the reinforced windows of his office exploded inward in a shower of glass and seawater. In the opening hovered three sirens, their beauty terrible and magnificent. The one in the center spoke, her voice carrying both authority and disdain.

        "Step away from the princess, Guardian. She belongs with her people."

        Nate raised the trident, which began to glow with an electric blue light. "She belongs where she chooses to belong."

        As seawater swirled around them, Aria felt power surge through her body - raw, ancient, and demanding to be released. She had a choice to make, but first, she needed answers.

        "Tell me everything," she said, her voice carrying a new note of command that surprised even her. "About my mother, about what you are," she looked at Nate, "and about why I'm really here."

        The siren queen smiled, showing those pearl-like teeth. "Oh, little princess. You're here because a war is coming. And you," her glow intensified, "are the key to everything."

The seawater swirling around Aria's feet felt alive, responding to her emotions like an extension of her body. The three sirens remained suspended in the shattered window frame, their ethereal forms casting an otherworldly glow throughout Nate's flooded office. The lead siren - who had introduced herself as Cordelia, First General of the Deep Realm - watched her with ancient eyes that held both wisdom and cunning.

        "Your mother's choice started this war," Cordelia said, her voice carrying the rhythm of waves. "When she chose your father, she didn't just abandon her throne - she disrupted a balance that had existed for millennia. The Deep Realm has been without a true queen for twenty years, and the dark ones grow bolder each day."

        "The dark ones?" Aria asked, acutely aware of Nate's tension beside her, his grip tightening on the glowing trident.

        "The Abyssal Court," Nate answered grimly. "Think of them as your people's darker cousins. While the sirens of the Deep Realm protect the oceans, the Abyssal Court seeks to corrupt them. Without a queen's power to maintain the barriers..."

        "They're breaking free," Cordelia finished. "Even now, they gather in the deep trenches, preparing for war. Only a queen's song can reinforce the ancient seals."

        Aria felt the weight of their expectations pressing down on her like the ocean itself. "And you think I can do this? I don't even know how to control whatever... this is." She gestured to her still-glowing skin.

        "That's why I'm here," a new voice spoke from the doorway. Aria turned to see a woman she'd only known from photographs - her mother. Nerissa, former queen of the Deep Realm, stood in the threshold, looking exactly as she had twenty years ago. Her presence made the very air vibrate with power.

        "Mom?" Aria whispered, emotions warring inside her.

        Nerissa's eyes - the same otherworldly blue as Aria's now were - filled with tears. "My daughter. My beautiful, brave daughter. I'm so sorry I had to leave you, but it was the only way to keep you safe while your powers matured."

        "Safe from what?" Aria demanded, anger suddenly surging through her. The water around her feet began to churn in response.

        "From those who would use you," Nate interjected, his voice carrying an edge of bitterness. "The Guardians weren't always noble protectors, Aria. Some believed that controlling a hybrid princess would give them power over both realms."

        "Like your father did?" Nerissa's voice turned cold as she addressed Nate. "Is that why you're so close to my daughter? Following in Marcus Cross's footsteps?"

        The tension in the room sparked like electricity. Nate's silver eyes flashed dangerously. "I am not my father."

        "Enough!" Aria's voice carried a new power, making everyone in the room freeze. The water around her feet rose in spiraling columns, responding to her command. "I want the truth. All of it. No more cryptic warnings or half-answers."

        Suddenly, the facility's emergency sirens blared to life. On Nate's monitors, dark shapes appeared in the deeper waters - humanoid figures with shark-like features and glowing red eyes.

        "The Abyssal Court," Cordelia hissed. "They've found us."

        "They found her," Nerissa corrected, moving to Aria's side. "They can sense your awakening power, daughter. We're out of time."

        The facility shuddered as something massive struck it from below. Through the broken window, Aria could see dark forms rising from the depths, their movements predatory and purposeful. The water around her feet turned ice-cold.

        "You have to choose now," Nate said urgently. "But know this - whatever you decide, I'll stand with you." His eyes met hers, and in them she saw not just duty or ambition, but something deeper, something personal.

        "As touching as that is, Guardian," Cordelia interrupted, "she needs to come with us. Only in the Deep Realm can she learn to control her powers in time."

        Another impact rocked the facility. In the distance, Aria could hear screams - the research staff, she realized with horror. They were unprotected, unaware of what was really happening.

        "I won't let innocent people die," Aria declared, feeling strength flow through her. "Mom, Cordelia - help me protect the facility. Nate..." she turned to him, "teach me how to fight."

        "Always choosing both worlds," Nerissa murmured, a mix of pride and worry in her voice. "Just like your mother."

        As the Abyssal Court's forces surrounded the facility, Aria felt something click into place inside her. She was neither fully human nor fully siren, neither wholly of land nor of sea. But perhaps that's exactly what both worlds needed.

        "Well then," she said, as power coursed through her veins and the song of the sea filled her mind, "let's show these dark ones what a hybrid princess can do."

        The water around her erupted upward, turning into a swirling shield of liquid crystal, just as the first of the dark figures burst through the facility's lower levels. The war for two worlds was about to begin, and Aria stood at its center, with a Guardian at her side and the power of two realms flowing through her blood.

The next few minutes dissolved into chaos. The Abyssal Court's warriors crashed through the facility's lower levels like a dark tide, their shark-like features twisted into snarls of hunger and hatred. Aria's crystalline water shield held against the first wave, but she could feel their darkness pressing against her power, trying to corrupt it.

        "Channel your emotions through the water," Nerissa instructed, her own powers creating whirlpools that trapped several attackers. "The sea responds to authentic feeling, not just will."

        Nate moved with inhuman grace, the trident in his hands leaving trails of electric blue energy as he fought. "We need to evacuate the research staff," he called out between strikes. "They're gathering near the main lab."

        Aria closed her eyes for a moment, and suddenly she could feel every drop of water in the facility - in the pipes, in the air, in human bodies. The awareness was overwhelming. "I can feel them," she gasped. "Everyone. Everything."

        "That's your queen's sense awakening," Cordelia explained, her own song turning violent as she fought. "You're connecting to your realm."

        An explosion rocked the lower level, and through her new awareness, Aria felt something massive entering the facility. The temperature of the water dropped dramatically, and even the sirens looked concerned.

        "Thalassos," Nerissa whispered, fear evident in her voice. "The Abyssal Prince himself."

        Through the broken floor emerged a figure that seemed made of living darkness. Unlike his warriors, Prince Thalassos appeared almost human, devastatingly beautiful in a cruel way. His eyes were the color of the deepest ocean trenches, and when he smiled, his teeth gleamed like black pearls.

        "The little princess awakens," his voice was like the crushing depths given sound. "How convenient. I was afraid I'd have to wait longer to claim my bride."

        "Bride?" Aria and Nate spoke simultaneously, his voice sharp with anger, hers with shock.

        "Did they not tell you?" Thalassos moved closer, his presence making the water around him turn black. "The only way to truly end the war between our courts is through union. Your mother refused me twenty years ago. But you..." his dark eyes roamed over her face, "you're even more powerful than she was."

        Nate stepped between them, the trident glowing brighter. "She's not a prize to be claimed, Thalassos."

        The Abyssal Prince's laugh was like ice cracking. "Ah, the Guardian speaks. Tell me, son of Marcus Cross, does your protection come from duty... or jealousy?"

        Before anyone could respond, a scream echoed from the main lab. Through her water sense, Aria felt the research staff's terror as more Abyssal warriors surrounded them.

        "Choose quickly, princess," Thalassos said smoothly. "Surrender to me, and I'll spare them all. Refuse, and watch your human friends feed my warriors."

        Aria felt rage build inside her - pure, hot, and powerful. The water around her began to glow, not with her mother's blue light or Thalassos's darkness, but with a brilliant purple that seemed to combine both aspects of her nature.

        "You want an answer?" Her voice carried the crash of waves and the strength of tidepools. "Here it is."

        She thrust her hands forward, and every drop of water in the facility responded. It rose from pipes, condensed from air, pulled from the sea itself. But instead of attacking, it began to sing - a new song, neither fully siren nor fully human, but something entirely unique.

        The Abyssal warriors closest to her began to writhe, their corrupted forms starting to purify under her hybrid power. Thalassos's eyes widened in genuine surprise, then narrowed in fury.

        "Impossible," he snarled. "No one can purify the Abyssal taint!"

        "She's not no one," Nate said, pride evident in his voice. "She's both of your worlds, and neither. And that makes her stronger than either."

        Aria's song grew stronger, and she felt Nate's energy joining with hers, the Guardian's power amplifying her own. Her mother and Cordelia added their voices, creating a harmony that made the very foundations of the facility vibrate.

        But Thalassos wasn't finished. With a roar of rage, he released his own power - a wave of such absolute darkness that it threatened to swallow all light. "If I cannot have you," he growled, "then no one will!"

        The two forces met in a spectacular clash of energy. In that moment, as purple light battled primordial darkness, Aria felt something else stirring in the depths beneath the facility - something ancient and powerful, awakened by their battle.

        "The Leviathan," Nerissa breathed. "The battle... it's waking the ancient ones."

        As if in response, a deep rumble shook the entire ocean floor, and everyone - siren, human, and Abyssal alike - froze in sudden, instinctive fear.

        In the brief silence, Aria heard Nate whisper, "Whatever happens next, Aria, know that I-"

        But his words were cut off as the floor beneath them cracked open, and the true power of the deep made its presence known. The war between courts had awakened something far older and more dangerous than any of them had imagined.

        And deep in her soul, Aria knew - this was only the beginning.

Chapter 1

Beachfront Villa.
Inside the sumptuous Grand Hall, a vast expanse of blue blossoms, like sirens, mixes freshness with seduction.
Under the sparkling crystal chandeliers, red wine flows slowly between the lips of young men and women, and the aroma emanating from it fills the whole space with a joyful atmosphere.
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Her beautiful face and dance moves shimmered in the bright lights, making her mesmerizingly beautiful.
When the music came to an abrupt end, the crowd gathered their eyes, and Holden's goddess-like presence drew a round of applause.
"Thank you, everyone!" Holden said with a smile and a calm demeanor, "For the rest of the day, enjoy yourself! I just want to have fun, even this house doesn't matter!"
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As if a switch had been flipped, the quiet crowd cheered and danced, and Holden smiled and prepared to go upstairs to change into a more casual dress. At that moment, the deafening sound of the music stopped abruptly, and the entire hall fell into silence in an instant. She frowned, turned around, and saw everyone looking towards the entrance of the lobby in unison.
Holden frowned tightly and looked towards the place where everyone's eyes were pointing to, and saw a man wearing a pirate's uniform and his face was covered by a silver mask slowly walking into the hall.
He was tall and cool, although most of his face was covered by the mask, you could still see that his deep eyes were as piercing as the cold wind, his nose was straight, and his lips were sexy, as if they were carved by artisanal craftsmanship.
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From the moment he appeared, everyone in the hall felt his powerful aura, wanting to be close to him, but also afraid of being threatened.
All the girls were deeply attracted by this god-like man, but they didn't dare to approach him easily.
Even if they had the courage to do so, they might not succeed, because right now, this man is walking towards Holden with a strong and elegant step.
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Everyone knew that Holden's eyes never rested easily, but ever since that man had appeared, her eyes had been drawn to him like a magnet.
The crowd couldn't help but feel a little jealousy, but they couldn't help but look forward to what was going to happen next.
No matter what kind of man Holden met in the past, she would never be easily conquered, and this man who fell from the sky, would he be the next object of ridicule?
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For the moment, the Grand Hall was silent, and the eyes of the crowd followed him.
The man never took his eyes off Holden's face from the moment he entered.
As he drew closer, Holden's throat suddenly felt dry.
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When he reached Holden, he didn't stop, but continued to step forward.
There was a murmur of speculation as to whether he was traveling for Holden or for her father, Robert Summers' mysterious guest.
Holden felt a twinge of disappointment, but also a sigh of helpless relief.
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Who the hell was he?
Why was he walking upstairs?
Is he really related to his father?
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Just as she was wondering, a faint smell of tobacco suddenly wafted over her, and she looked sideways, surprised to find the masked man already standing beside her.
The distance is so close, let Holden frowned, just want to tell him to keep a distance, but he stared at her with a kind of provocative eyes, slightly leaned forward, said softly: "Everyone says I am bold and spicy, do you dare to try my cup of wine? Let me be clear, this drink is more than just a simple drink, it might even confuse you."
The evil smile at the corner of his mouth and his low voice carried a strong temptation, as if to charm the mind.
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So he was really here for her?
Interesting! She admired this brave man and looked forward to what he would do!
Her birthday party was so boring, she was looking for some excitement!
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Even if he did use an aphrodisiac, would he dare to take her away and force her to do something indecent in front of everyone?

Chapter 2

"Hmph, trying to scare me? Trying to drug me?" The corner of Holden's mouth hooked up a cold smile, but inwardly she was secretly indignant. This man is really too self-righteous.
She was not easily deceived, Holden was furious, but she was also driven by curiosity. God knows, she was going crazy with loneliness! The sudden arrival of Ethan Blackwell was a welcome relief.
Hopefully, he wouldn't lose her interest so quickly!
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"You really have a lot of guts!" Ethan laughed softly, and without showing any weakness, he drank the wine in his own hand as well.
This is nothing?
Holden helplessly glared at him, and was about to turn around and leave, but he leaned closer, his warm palms gently rested on her waist, his lips were almost close to the side of her ear, and he laughed softly in a low voice, "To tell you the truth, that glass of wine was really drugged by me!"
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Only at the moment she pushed him, she realized that her whole body was weak. Obviously wanted to push him away with force, but in the end it turned into a gentle touch, this kind of action in the eyes of others is tantamount to a kind of flirtation.
Holden was shocked and wanted to question him, but at the critical moment, she realized that she couldn't make a sound. Is he really drugged?
How dare he? No one had ever dared to set her up like this! What was this man thinking?
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People around them watched them with jealous eyes, but none of them could see the anger, panic and fear in Holden's eyes. Even if they did, they'd think they were blind.
As far as they could remember, no man had ever put his hands on Holden's waist, much less taken her easily. She had followed him of her own free will.
Holden was led out of Grand Hall without a care in the world, toward the white Yacht moored on the waterfront. The crowd was used to this, and continued their revelry with great merriment.
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The sand poured into her white heels and the pain was unbearable. It was the first time she felt helplessness and panic, the first time she was afraid of a man, the first time she realized that she was just like a lamb to be slaughtered.
She didn't understand who this man was, why he came uninvited, why he drugged her? Why did he drug her? Why did he take her to the yacht he had just paid for?
Had he really been teased by her before? But she had teased a lot of people, including many who did not come to retaliate!
One qsuesytio'n a^fteKrj aqnogtKhekr swDihrlAebdf i^n& zhis mind., sbRuntw hye wóas unPaÉble! htpoW aksk bthMeam KalJosuqdS.T
Holden had been dragged onto the Yacht by Ethan, and the man pushed her down onto the Deck, saying coldly, "Let's drive a little farther away, so that no one will bother us."
Ignoring her, he gracefully stepped into the cockpit and drove the Yacht deeper into the ocean. As the ship sailed farther and farther away, Holden's fear intensified, and she struggled to her feet, stumbling toward the edge of the deck.
If she could just get to the edge, she could jump overboard! She was a good swimmer, captain of the school's swim team, and won honors for the school in various competitions every year.
Th(e, sea Vwas_ caBl*mK Wat thet RmomcePnt, nanBdX aljthmoYughr hsChe_ SfeMlt wueakZ frGo$m ltfh)eq euffectsF &o.fu JtheÉ drug, rs(hhe nwaqsU bcZonfidReRnOt gtMhSa)tC Qwwith haelrz Csówimmtign'gr zsKkwiFlzlMsX,g sh,e bwoNu^ld bjel Jable t'o sfwimf dbAafck tCo OshoJrbeT.
The shore is strewn with boulders, so if she can't make it back in time, she'll be safe if she hides in the side!
When the drug wore off, she could not only call for help, she could even fight back!
With a strong will to live, Holden approached the edge of Yacht step by step, and finally managed to stand there.
LJoozk&iSng hat ót,hev rwaTveus oOnÉ tHhJeJ seva, éheQrt FhSeaQrtz sTu(r!gLed Aw*iYth! xjDoLyG,( xands PwaUs aboxut tGoz ZraIiKs(eJ her dfeXegt tVo .l^eQaTp, butw Qu$nexpecMt_eJdly qa KsptrrTongb IfoUrce fromC !the wZaist, gandn zinNsYtvaQntlvyc fe&llR &in(tov E$téhKan('sm colCd_ arlm,sU.G
"What? The game hasn't even started yet and you're already scared? It seems that you are not as bold as rumored!" Ethan sneered evilly, leaning down to survey her, eyes full of disdain and contempt.
Holden was infuriated, and clenched her fists tightly and punched his chest, obviously with all her strength, but it seemed to fall gently, as if it was a gentle tease between lovers.
Ethan smiled coldly: "Don't give me that, it doesn't suit us at all!"
HerL Nhbe*aOrt nwMabsÉ bFufrning Owit*h aDnger, Bbut MtlhLerNe^ was nxothging Hshe, 'cBouhld *do a)b(oTut iCtz, Bfinallmyh zsOheN *co!uldGn'vt fhnelbp cbultC .spJit at shimq.
The saliva falls heavily on Ethan's face, but he is not anxious or angry, leisurely pulls out a white handkerchief from his pocket, wipes it clean, and says, "Since you want me to taste your 'delicacies' so badly, then come on!"
Saying this, his hand had already grabbed Holden's hair, forcing her to look up, while his other hand tightly pinched her cheeks, making the reddish colored lips slightly open.
Under the bright moonlight, Holden's red lips are as tender as cherries, and her white teeth are as shiny as jade, so people can't help but lower their heads and kiss her gently.

Chapter 3

He kissed her roughly, like a wild beast, nibbling and biting without mercy, without a trace of pity. She felt severe pain, her heart was filled with humiliation and fear, and her body trembled continuously. For the first time, she felt powerless to defend herself, for the first time, her heart was full of fear, for the first time, she saw the legendary Satan!
The man in front of her, just like the messenger of hell, opened his mouth to drag her into the abyss, making her fearful ...... Who can come to save her?
She wanted to cry, but the deep-rooted pride in her heart stopped her. She clenched her fists tightly and stared at the hateful man without turning her eyes away. She wondered how far he would go to destroy her! Today's humiliation, one day, she would return the favor! She would make his life worse than death, and make him realize that he had messed with the wrong person!
TbhVisB jbrelief in ,revmepngrep .m!ad!e( Oh(e)r jfiUrnmG,, Pand' reévAen' Ftthoiugh. he ciaPmHem wJith lmXore forcye, qtferaÉróinKg hVer jlhips wMithL hTiÉsX teesthC,t kfWiZlPlingM wheKrL mouthu QwitFh* the Wtawstaen of bVloSod, sRhre .gradualTly! cZalmed doPwan, anXds *hMeyr oriiGginMa!lly )trQembljing HbTordCy ybeca^mMeq Qium!moóbilHe.a
After a long time, the man finally noticed her difference, let go of her, looked down, just met with her hateful and stubborn eyes. He smiled faintly, "I like you like this! It's challenging! So, let's make it more exciting!"
He said, suddenly turned around, and pressed her down heavily on the deck. As he swung, her expensive purple evening gown swirled like a beautiful butterfly in the bright moonlight. Soon she was lying naked on the cold deck.
Her perfect curves were revealed in the moonlight, and the bright light cast a mesmerizing halo over her, both beautiful and seductive. Though she had expected it, fear and despair returned when it did, and the damp sea air continued to sweep over her body, raising goose bumps on her skin.
"cBeNautifbul!r nLet WmeK TsTee, Ai*s^ iGt ayfourm (fir^sté OtiimyeB?" YThte Dman^ wuitvh Va )bsaAdl OsumiNl&eJ lreyanHedO dowvnK,z ga zhaOnzdv *qTuiGedtly gtouPcUhzed hLer ...É..Q.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Holden Summers wriggled in pain, his face gradually paled.
Under the moonlight, the man slowly stretched out his blood-stained hand, unfolding it in front of her, "So it's really your first time! It seems that the night of your birthday, the three cowboys served you were also fake! But after tonight, you can do whatever you want, because after the first time, you won't be afraid of the second or third time! Now let me take you to enjoy this sensual feast!"
He pushed forward, penetrating her whole body at once, and Holden Summers' beautiful body rose up high from the unbearable pain, which was meant to be a defense against the pain, but instead, his movements went deeper and deeper, aggravating the pain, and her lips trembled uncontrollably.
AH .scixlxentT cr$yq o*f dNe^spariUr, mesCc!a(pedé fRrKoUmj LhAerÉ BthKroLaFt. BVubtm MthHi$s, on, tHheB czontJr.azryy, mLahdMe the qmiatnj )fxee)lq )gréeaRt LpLlueaCsXure,c sZeezi^nZg lhaer 'tGr_eómbl'ing* blo)dQy, sDeei,ng jthWe Nwet Fte$aXrésm at .the corQnegrsó of (hefr $eyezsK,f Reve'nv b,egcaTusre colf Tthe PesxNtryeVmbeh painG jand devfDo&rUmatVi^own Fof yhMer. faócez,K és*ee(ing him CpLaWignyfBully.q
In order to make her continue to suffer, he let out a low growl and increased his strength and speed. Waves lapping the yacht, accompanied by the sound of bodies colliding with the staggering echo ......Holden Summers has not remembered how many times she fainted due to the tearing pain, every time she woke up again, she saw the mask stained with hot sweat, her heart moved, clenched his teeth, and reached out towards him to grab.
Just as her fingers were about to touch his mask, just when she was able to remember this despicable man who ruined her innocence, the man suddenly rushed forward and grabbed her slender wrist, a satanic smile bloomed on his lips, "Want to know who I am? Pleasure me well! Maybe I'll have mercy!"
Desperation struck again, she was like a small boat that had lost its way, helplessly spinning in the waves ...... And I don't know how long it took, but the man finally let her go, put on the clothes on the deck slowly Snow, looked down at her condescendingly, and said coldly, "You're behaving terribly! Like a dead fish!"
WiFthN NthCatR,v hTeZ sGtromdie tJo téhe sibdAe of !th,eH Lbofat,x d*iDvGing i,ntoj ttmhe ÉszeaB wsithk .onXe arm( liXkes Ua ubirhd, ÉaFnSdt Hmoylde,n bSDumRmdeurs lay ,liTmDp pas! Va& dekaBdx Gfri(sfh ,onx t'he coldR, cdramVp qdeYck, lYetJtTingn tQhe nsudRdde$nT Dd_oRwnpounr ofV rlaiRnP wash! oéveHry herQ body_.v
The rain lashed her battered and aching body like a whip, and the lightning struck like a sword, making it impossible for her to avoid or escape.
She was too weak to climb into the cabin, even if she had to climb only three or five meters to sit in the warmth and dryness of her room, and Holden Summers closed her eyes, thinking that the rain would wash everything away, that maybe it had come out of nowhere because the gods thought she was too dirty.
Or maybe the gods thought her suffering wasn't enough to pay the debt she had incurred?
WaTsi shÉe creFadl_lyO NthbamtU bad?A So wbaid mt,héat istp waWsF outrGacgqeFousx!B
Once, she was the most kind and beautiful princess in her mother's heart! Suddenly, her mother's eyes on her deathbed came to mind, and a stabbing pain ran through her heart. How long has it been? She had spent almost ten years forgetting her mother, and now that wretched man was forcing her to remember that heartbreaking past again!
Mom! Close your eyes! Don't ever see me again!
She closed her eyes again, tears welled up, her body ached ...... The rain poured down all night long, only to stop when the sky was light.Holden Summers, cold and sore, stood up with difficulty with her hands on the wall, the pain between her legs made it difficult for her to walk, and she could only use her will to move step by step into the room and go to the bathroom.
ShceL tuqrne^dB oBn éthSeg faRucetS Xand lLet 'thae hwaIrmm dwWater UpoukrX SdoQwn. T$hNe wastxezr fl*owe$d do^w'n shSetrk ckheSeQkYs,k a.ndb Vswher cBoRuldn'tB telhl iZfP VitC wasQ teasrsO o^rx jTust kwaterm.c

Chapter 4

Yesterday was her birthday, but Robert Summers was still busy with his business in New York, and didn't plan her birthday party like he did every year, not even a phone call. Even yesterday morning, when she called to remind him, he didn't even answer his phone.
It was her stepmother, Emily Johnson, who answered the phone, and the woman's voice was shrill, inappropriate for her age, and she asked what was wrong with her in such a vindictive tone. So angry was Holden Summers that she collapsed the cake in her hand, spilling it all over the floor.
But soon, she calmed down again. Because she had a way to get her father's attention and make her stepmother realize the pain.
Swh_e ,sTpen_tK !hundTrkedxsd TovfC t^hZoRussaónds& ofF HdoMllTarsx oón a fdViDaWmondl-Éencru.steMdg $rintgA, Paón&d* Dfor hherk r^evenge qshe ybouNghét aN yjaQcÉhtX VsheÉ nameud. b"Pnrinc$essL SuUmMmjevrs".
Emily wants to degrade her and make her a neglected child, but Holden wants to bring her down and keep her at bay.
She recruits a large crowd to celebrate her birthday at the multi-million dollar Beachfront Villa her father bought Emily, telling them to just have fun, even if it means tearing the house down. She even plans to take them out on the water for a romantic beach party.
However, she didn't realize that this would be the beginning of her nightmare. Without a maid, without real friends, the man took her to the yacht in full view of the public, and inflicted violence on her unmercifully.
ENtvhan UBlCa_ckwveIllH, tDhiVsR man mAuxstl hdaKv_e hRad )a rvobotf ofm .h&atAr_eGd fkoJrR Qhxe&r JoLr fzorT hUi(s f'aUtherR!p EvveVryU streKpO .he $tiokok wxas ca.rdeRfuflbly 'p,lacnneKd. H!e (h,adu BresearJchned! 'thkeY blocAaqtwio.n, oPfS hleMr b)irtuhday nparYtxyp, aand )hóe kn!e!w QtBhautV svher xwUas npotN saurrouKnNdeCd by' aboÉdyguards zor) sejrv)anitZs aXs' she hadJ kbseen pin PpreviDous sype.ars. IHieé ,uknPdFer&sAtCood^ hLeQrW prroud crharr&acÉter, anÉd Khokw xhe,rb fWathveNrc faBvCoredj hfe,r, xmakiiungA Bh_er^ nloVoOk jliMkie n.oh XongeY elsep.
He puts on a mask to get back at her, but doesn't let her find him in the crowd! He's wrong, she'll find out, and she'll make his life a living hell!
Thinking of Ethan's shameless behavior, Holden's heart was filled with anger and sadness, he opened his eyes, raised his fist and pounded it against the wall. The wall made a dull thud, and she felt a sharp pain on the back of her leg. When she looked down, the back of her leg was a bloody mess.
She awoke to find that she had regained her strength, and with a mixture of sadness and joy, Holden held her bloodied leg under the faucet, letting the warm water wash away the wound and expose the red flesh. Despite the pain, her heart felt numb.
AfCtejrC ihHer bat)hw,m Hoxlden chaIng(ed ghperA cllxothreZsR, KsMwalulowed na^ c,old lpWilul,^ Zayn(d kfel^l zinVto avnA QenbdlessK 'sl'eetp. SLhe qwZas pmeWnt*alPlyV eOxhaus!tBe.d,s th&efrj ibGoMdKy ,wPa's, bjrxuiysxed and& .sMhev zwuaYs iynK a ftGrafnczeL,j ^acnud ecvsenÉ qwithYoMuGt lAoqoKkinVgR viRn tHhe$ XmirhrkoSr, shRe^ )ktnéewf GshWe looykÉeud likéeQ za gVhostl.b
For the time being, she didn't want to go back to the crowd. She didn't know how to recover quickly, and she lacked the courage to face the hypocrites. She was like a wounded beast, needing time to hide quietly where no one could find her, licking her wounds and gradually recovering.
Because of her disappearance, everyone took it for granted, no one worried about her or looked for her, and Holden wondered if it would have taken a long time for anyone to realize that that man had not only raped her that morning, but had also intended to kill her. By the time she was found, would her body have already decomposed?
Thinking of herself as a stinking, fly-covered corpse, Holden couldn't help but retch, and leaned over to vomit in the trash can next to her bed, almost vomiting out her bitter bile.
She XfeLllJ ta^sTleteHp aXnd qd_rifted OoUff mto asleeKp.f WyheMn smhe bwoke up sa_gaaFitn,N i'tb KwaLs _thóes ZnZeAxnt, jmornKiWnZg. Th!er suAnM wóaxsm shliBninngw brighltlGy, plike xtAhe& yopl_k roDf aLnj egsg), riNsinwgQ slóodwVlyR Afzr_oymq ithe seaai élle$veGl.
Holden's eyes were half-lidded, indifferent to the beauty of the scene. She spent three days alone at sea, and it was not until the fourth day that she took the yacht back to shore. Because her car was parked in the villa's garage, she had to go back to the villa to get it.
Stepping on the soft sand towards the villa, recalling the scene of the man roughly dragging her that day, she couldn't help biting her lips and tensing her legs.
As soon as she walked into the yard, Holden saw the servants coming out with big bags of garbage. When they saw her, they whispered "Missy" in awe, then hurried away with their heads bowed, as if she were a wild animal that could eat them at any moment.
EmriylYy's YsóhréilBl,K ^highG-pnirtOc.hedg vóouiceF rcGame fFrAomP ZiPn*side tqheU Ihoau^sFe.U
"Robert Summers! I must give him a piece of my mind! I told you I bought that villa as a gift for his tenth wedding anniversary! But now look what my baby girl has become! If I don't discipline her, she'll become a little girl! When that happens, I can't blame him for not disciplining her properly!"
"Emily, don't worry! Let's ask her when she comes back!" Robert's voice was so gentle, so gentle that it made Holden's anger surge.
She took a few steps into the house and stood in front of Emily, her eyes sharp but cold. "Discipline him? Who am I to discipline him? Teach him how to go to nightclubs? How to use tricks to hook up with rich old men?"
HFoldDeUn XstOaarÉed angórIimlyB qat E!méilPy&'s qfo(xQ-Ll.ikei afDacUe&, RhiQsW VheartS oQn fQiVreR.c KIfc sthaat woQma$nP ghPadn'tu )useid GhWenr$ AjIogb asJ axnh opporGtuLnIi&tcy ito ^smeKdGuOcFe jher fatóh*er,( &hVow Kcobu(ltdU herZ zmdoYtUheZr^ h_avée bdelenW wyillBiDng BtJo daPbwaCndona ZheYrw rpTryetciouHs d)augchtteNr?p
The blade was like a flash of pain, just a glimpse of it, you could imagine the rivers of blood that flowed after cutting through the skin. But the mother was completely fearless, like the ultimate despair, making a weak woman choose to be cold.
Tenderness was like the wind in the past, as it gradually became unrecognizable at this moment.

Chapter 5

At the time, she was just a 10-year-old girl!
When she pushed open the door of the restroom, she was shocked to see her mother's pale face and tearful eyes in despair, as well as the horrible broken wrist with almost no skin on it!
She remembers staring at her mother, listening to her mother call out her name in a broken voice. The blood was pouring out, and the water in the bathtub was stained red.
SvheO ós.tood thUerKe dumbxfound^edF, wxatmchidngv hUer( moFtherw's life pagsGsN Kltikea !wUa*terk, YaVnHdL pthNe heUlNplvessnhes.sm ind herN heKarGtW mFa*dze$ her zforggCe$tU to rGunY &dMowÉnqstairs* to* Ws,e&e*k) help,f qjus!tS sCtaring ibSl'ankrlyj atA tKhqiÉsT BdhespsecratÉe sTcfenle ..r.V...N axnGdw it waBs aZlRl baecJayuése of( $tmheL $vRiKxeXn) ciPnu fbrontK Cof heAr!
If Emily Johnson had not appeared, her mother would have accompanied her, pampered her, protected her, would never have left her to fend for herself, then she would not have deliberately rebelled, causing trouble, doing all the disgusting things, hurting her father.
If it wasn't for this situation, she wouldn't have been publicly humiliated and brutally raped, right?
It's all her! It's all her! It's all because of that vixen!
HolAd^edn KSuLmLm$ersP Zgritsp h$is tegeth^ gacnsd glares at^ Emzi&lyy,b wZaan_tinLg toh cut hcer. down tUom Usize!
In the face of Holden's gaze that is very different from the past, Emily momentarily panicked, opened her mouth, but could not say a word.
Robert Summers did not protect his daughter as usual, he glared at Holden with a gloomy face: "Holden, what kind of attitude do you have to treat your mother like this?"
At this moment, Holden appeared to be in a state of disarray.
TRheb KliiVps Yt)hCaMt werBeM Calm*o*stc Dbéittt!esn fbyI ftha.t) kman webrde thticklyy scaMrrbedr,Z and lherX barPe! Mnelckw .aÉnpd aarmsj w^ere^ co.vereddI witKh bRru.iyselsJ f.romF RthaJtG mapnK'_s kp$isnc.htingY, twisntBing$ lafnédd dbpiztiung.C
If she had a normal family, when she came home in such a state, her parents would have taken her into their arms with worry and pain, asking her what had happened to her.
But now, no one cared.
Her father, the only blood relative, had anger in his eyes, and his thoughts were focused on her stepmother, not on her as a daughter.
RIoHbHeMrtC's* indNiffernenjce! whasN lAijke^ Ra^ shaurpp kblatdYe,é cuyttinIgó YthGrMoughw vhAeMr faél.reYadqyi scarrwed heQarrt, !sh*eó KsMnWeereMd, "MBom? WThenY bdid YshHef bqecmoOmce Shisp mothverq?W MHeu dyixdcn'td jre)mTembUewru vhimw nczrawlinBg ou.t Éof ÉhSecr wompb!l H*eA onalbyd recmem.bWerés( _tfhfaat skhPe BwUaksy Ta cNommonV Plvady,é aWndk thAaótr shGe wkasB notY )wortzhcyW tKoX beó icomhpóa)reTdé ^tNo Wmfyn mnotzhjerb! qThMa)t wvomUan canv be m,y wif.e, Qb'ut Invotg KhXi*sq RméoxtOher!v"H
"Robert, my daughter has gone too far!" Emily, who had always been a "noble lady", felt a stabbing pain in her heart, and the identity that she had never allowed Grant to mention was now brought up again by Holden in front of all the servants, and with a mixture of shame and anger, she couldn't help screaming, and ran out of the house like a madwoman, stroking her face.
"Emily!" Robert was so anxious that he turned around to chase after her.
Holden could not help but laugh at this: "worthy of a vixen, acting is very good, why do not you go to be an actor? Why don't you become an actor? Maybe you can win an Oscar! Why be a mistress and make people sick of it?"
RoWbmewrt tzob thej doo.rb GwheJn hóe, sluddeYnlRy stoppMed, turanRemd SaUr.olund faHnzd lrjuTshexdu wtJo ZHoldenO in xfjrHo^ntp Mo)ff mtghwez .anggerL,T ShesazvBil(yD Lgave PherN a^ _slasp in th_e_ DfVaLce.
"Slap!" The loud bang shocked everyone outside the room.
Holden stared blankly at Robert, who was standing in front of her.
The panicked servants all hid, and in the big room, only father and daughter stared blankly at each other.
Wahenk éteIaJrWs Ywdelle)dR &udp ging jHAo_ld'en^'s eyaePs ^writGhjouétf w^a$rmninBgC, )R!oKbekrMt* SwokTe up$ as Oifs fropmO ua fdrePaqm aénvd trniIeKd tóoD IróeaFcPhv gonutU to Lwói,pe Dhefr Mtearrs.
Holden took a few steps back and smiled bitterly, "Actually, I wish he had left with mom in the first place. If he hadn't, no one would have gotten in the way of my feelings, right?"
Robert was heartbroken and shook his head with tears in his eyes, "It's impossible! I know he loves you! No matter what, you are his little princess! He just wants to do his best to give you a complete family! He knows he was wrong about your mother! But it's just the way it is. What can he do? He just wants to stop letting anyone down! He's just trying to make things better! Holden, stop messing around, okay? Be good, okay? Do you know how much his heart aches every time he sees you bruised and battered? What did I do in the past? How could I have gotten into that? Did I know that drugs would destroy me?"
Holden was indifferent, but when he heard the word "drugs", he looked up sharply: "What did I say? What drugs?
Ro^bFewrit ^saiTdm f_ePeblÉy,v "WhWenZ tmhe.y Hco*mAeT VbacPkl stoQmorwr'owM,ó Nif they 'fiHndY qam Uba_gv $of k,evtamine *iBnÉ ^tghOeY óbpeédr.oom, AuknCtJi)e. CSjonsg cw^i!lln b,e HfWuwrXiouGsX an.d caHll theC pbolice.^ He was( BinU Tat ihurry Xtoi coa_xB Whjer out( kowf itX."I
"I believe it or not, he's never done drugs!" Holden felt a splitting headache, as if a big invisible net was coming down from his head.
Robert sighed, "He believed me, but all I can do is promise to never touch the stuff again in my life!"
Holden sneered, "Do I want him to swear to me? Don't I know that oaths are the most unreliable of all?" With that, she said exhaustedly, "He's tired!"
WziWtWhO thwat_, usqhle ótwukrnqexdÉ LakrVoudnDdT Janjd headIed( LouCtp qt(hCeR daofor.
But when she reached the door, she heard the shrill and melodious sound of a siren in the distance.
A moment later, she saw three police cars parked in the courtyard of the Villa.
Several heavily-armed SWAT officers with bloodhounds barged in and rushed into the house without saying a word.