Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 18000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 90(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 90(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
I've been a prisoner my whole life.
And I go to bed every night thinking it could be my last one on earth.
I've long lost hope of living any other way.
Until freedom comes in the unlikeliest and most terrifying of forms.
I would do just about anything to leave my father's island, but what if the price I have to pay is to become my so-called father's Trojan horse in his vendetta against his worst enemy?
Mafia billionaire Calixte Romano married me to keep the peace.
But what will he do if he realizes I'm worthless to his plans?
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Calixte watches me curiously as I enter his study after knocking. It's my first time to come here uninvited, and since his eyes are still on me, I guess this is as good a time as any to do what I've come here to do.
"What the---"
I've let my night robe fall silently to the carpet and I now stand naked before my husband.
"Je te veux." I want you.
I've been secretly working on my French every chance I could in the past two weeks. It's my first time to put my skills to the test, and even though my accent sounds horrible to my ears---
The words seem to have the intended effect on my husband, with Calixte already striding towards me.
Oh!
He's already kissing me hungrily, and I kiss him back with just as much hunger.
Maybe even more, all things considered.
But just when I'm about to wrap my arms around his neck, he suddenly pushes me away and mutters an expletive under his breath.
"What's wrong?" I ask tremulously.
"You should not have done this," he growls.
I'm torn between hurt and confusion. "W-Why?" I really thought he'd appreciate me taking the initiative just this once.
"Because I don't think I can control myself this time," Calixte snaps.
Oh.
"So if you want what's best for you---"
He breaks off when he sees me shake my head.
"I think you got it all wrong," I whisper.
Dark eyes narrow at me. "Comment ça?" How so?
"Because I want the opposite. I...I w-want you to know what it feels like to have you take me when you're not...ah!"
My husband has never disappointed me, and tonight is no exception.
It's like finding myself in a whirlwind of passion, and the next thing I know, I'm already bent over his huge wooden desk, and my heart leaps to my throat when I hear him unbuckling his belt and unzipping himself.
It's really happe---aaaaaah!
Shock robs me of speech, and all I can do is cry out in my mind as my husband sinks his entire length inside of me from behind.
It's really hap---aaaaaah!
He doesn't even give me a chance to catch my breath, his every thrust so deep and powerful that it has me clumsily reaching up to the edges of his desk and holding on for dear life.
It's real---aaaaah!
I start seeing stars as he moves faster and faster, and the desire-coated sound of his harsh breathing fills my ears.
This, oh this...
This is what it means to have my husband take me with no thoughts of holding back, and the moment I think that---
Aaaaaah!
It's all over for me.
Calixte...
All I can do is sob his name out as I start to come.
Calixte.
And I do it again and again as my husband comes right after me with one last thrust, and he groans my name as he fills me with his heat.
"Eden, mon ange..."
Tears burn my eyes at his words.
Oh, if only...
If only I could believe that he'd still think that, once he finds out the truth.
Copyright 2024 by Marian Piñera
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Prologue
Asmall island town whose residents have been either murdered or enslaved by a local gang.
Fast forward years later, and the town is now the armed fortress of a drug lord and his evil henchmen.
All that's missing is the hero meant to save the day.
I'm sure these things sound familiar to you.
The minor details may change, but the story beats the same.
You've seen this happen in movies. Read this in books. Maybe even heard it in podcasts.
It sounds oh-so-comfortably familiar, and so you can't help but think.
Surely...
Surely a hero will come.
One day.
But I never believed that.
Pure B.S., that's what I think of it.
Because that story is the life I've been living, and there is no hero in sight.
I knew that since I was seven years old, and my father thought it was time I learned the truth.
So yeah.
There's no such thing as heroes.