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"I wanted revenge, but I got lost somewhere between hatred and his hands" "The woman I married has secrets stitched to her skin, and I'm unravelling it one kiss at a time." Sebastian Wolfe is a ruthless, cutthroat billionaire - and he just married the woman sent to kill him. Rue Calloway only loves two things: her twin sister and her gun. Now Mila is dead, and Rue is ready to burn the world to avenge her. Every clue leads back to Sebastian Wolfe - the man Mila was engaged to - the man she was sent to spy on. Fueled by grief, rage and revenge, Rue takes her sister's place, slipping into Mila's world of diamonds and deception. She'll wear her face, marry her fiancé, and complete the mission Mila never finished: gain his trust, gather secrets, and put a bullet through his heart. But nothing is ever that simple. As she walks the knife's edge between truth and lies, Rue starts to unravel a deeper conspiracy. Maybe Mila's death wasn't what it seemed. Maybe the people she trusts most are the real enemies. And maybe - just maybe - Sebastian isn't the monster she thought he was. Caught between a bullet and a hard place, she has to make a decision. Sebastian or Mila?
The Lies I Tell.
Rue was in a wedding dress.
Objectively, it was a stunning wedding dress – it seemed to be made of silk and the finest materials. These were expected, given the fact that she was about to marry Sebastian Wolfe, the ruthless CEO of Wolfe.
Subjectively, Rue wanted to die. Or better yet, kill Sebastian. That was her purpose here – that was her purpose in life now: to kill Sebastian. In a few hours, he will be her husband, and that would grant her the proximity to carry out her mission. She should be happy, but she couldn't be. She was an imposter. She was taking what did not belong to her. This mission wasn't hers. This dress didn't belong to her. She didn't chose this dress. She didn't chose the long veil or the glove. The dress had some sort of a cape at the hip. It was incredulous and ridiculous. She did not chose it – Mila had.
Oh, Mila. Sweet, sweet, Mila.
Rue clenched her jaw and reached for the gun she taped to the table, under, away from prying eyes, but the second she touched it, she heard footsteps. She froze, sat back down, and glanced at the large mirror. She had a very paranoid expression on her face, and – it hit her, Mila always looked welcoming and beautiful, but now, Rue looked like the killer she was.
She exhaled and smiled, she settled into her role. The door opened and Ivy walked in.
Ivy Collins. Sebastian's publicist and her only bridesmaid.
Rue wondered if Ivy and Mila had been best of friends. She could not remember if Mila had mentioned Ivy at all. She was in a tight spot, she had to pretend to know everything when she knew nothing. This ruse had to hold, it was important and it was for Mila. Everything was for Mila.
"You look beautiful, Mila. So beautiful." Ivy gushed, her face bright and flushed with happiness. Rue could not understand why Ivy was happy.
"I love what you've done with your hair." Ivy added, touching a strand of Rue's hair.
Rue and Mila might have been twins, but there were differences between them, Mila had blonde hair while Rue had black hair. To fit into the part, Rue had to dye her hair blonde, but some strands of black could still be seen, so she curled it and claimed she dyed her blonde hair black.
To be Mila, she needed to look like Mila.
"Thank you, Ivy." Rue responded, with a smile on her face. She must smile, it was very important for her to smile.
She was in the Lion's den, well, one leg in. If anyone suspects, she would be killed. Sebastian Wolfe had killed Mila, so she knew that he would kill her too in the blink of an eyes. He was a monster, and she had to be on her A-game.
"So, the wedding is in forty minutes. Sebastian is with Elias, he is very nervous, he can't wait to marry you." She smiled "I have your reception dresses here, but I need you to pick one, wear it, and we'll see if we need to alter it." Ivy articulated, walking around.
She opened a box and Rue watched as she pulled out dresses. White dresses. Rue walked to the box, and something cold setteld in her gut. She was going through with this. It was madness, but she had to do this. For Mila.
"Everything looks wonderful." She smiled, speaking softly, looking through the options. The dresses were wonderful, there was a short lace dress, a short white dress with a bow, there was a two piece collection, an halter neck dress. It all looked so good, but this was not about her, it was about Mila.
What would Mila chose?
She glanced at the lace short dress, Mila would chose that, but she had to admit that the two piece looked so much better.
"You should wear that." Ivy exhaled and Rue glanced at her. She was stunned to see the emotions on Ivy's face, it was confusing and she could not understand why Ivy was that much emotional.
"Okay." Rue smiled and picked it up. She walked to the dressing room and changed into the two piece. It fit her like a glove. Like it was made for her.
"Oh my Gosh, this – you look heavenly!" Ivy gasped, eyes wide and Rue looked at her, Ivy was so animated, she could not help but smile "You are such a ray of sunshine, Ivy."
Ivy flushed "Thank you, Mila. You look so beautiful and I am glad we can be friends now. So, Charlotte and Belle want to see you, but I'm holding them back, I don't think I can hold them off for much longer. Still, I know you need a moment alone. You are about to be married, about to be Mrs Mila Wolfe, so take your time. Lock the door when I leave. I'll come back in twenty minutes." She expressed kindly and Rue nodded, a bit stiff.
Ivy walked out. Rue locked the door and pulled out her gun. She walked into the dressing room and faced the man inside.
"Hi, Rue." Foggy Williams - her handler grinned at her.
She glared at him "You should not be here. That was reckless of you. You'll get me killed."
"Don't frown, that is not very bridal of you, wifey." He winked "I won't get you killed, I am a skilled handler. Anyway, how are you doing? Ready to walk down the aisle? Ready to marry that fucker?" Foggy smiled, but his humor drained away at the last sentence. Mila had been a daughter to him. He mourned her loss too.
"I am ready. What do you have for me?" Rue asked. Ivy would be back soon.
"We have a team in the Manor, and another team on standby for extraction." He spoke and she frowned "Extraction?"
"Yes. You are going to kill him tonight."
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
When Zora was sick during the early days of her pregnancy, Ezrah was with his first love, Piper. When Zora got into an accident and called Ezrah, he said he was busy, when in actual fact, he was buying shoes for Piper. Zora lost her baby because of the accident, and throughout her stay at the hospital, Ezrah never showed up. She already knew that he didn't love her, but that was the last straw for the camel's back, and her fragile heart could not take it anymore. When Ezrah arrived home a few days after Zora was discharged from the hospital, he no longer met the woman who always greeted him with a smile and cared for him. Zora stood at the top of the stairs and yelled with a cold expression, "Good news, Ezrah! Our baby died in a car accident. There is nothing between us anymore, so let's get a divorce." The man who claimed not to have any feelings for Zora, being cold and distant towards her, and having asked her for a divorce twice, instantly panicked.
Trigger warning!!! Intended for mature readers who enjoy morally complex, slow-burn, poseesive, forbidden, dark romance that pushes boundaries. ***EXCERPT*** Blood everywhere. Trembling hands. "No!" My eyes blurred. His lifeless eyes stared back at me, his blood pooling at my feet. The man I loved-dead. Killed by the one person I could never escape - my stepbrother. *** Kasmine's life was never hers to begin with. Kester, her stepbrother, controlled and monitored her every move. At first, it was all sweet and brotherly until it began to turn into an obsession. Kester was the Alpha, and his word was law. No close friends. No boyfriends. No freedom. The only consolation Kasmine had was her twenty-first birthday, which was supposed to change everything. She dreamt of finding her mate, escaping the sickening control of Kester, and finally claiming her own life. But fate had other plans for her. On the night of her birthday, not only was she disappointed that she wasn't mated to the love of her life, but she found out that her mate was none other than him - Her tormentor. Her stepbrother. She'd rather die than be mated to a man whom she had known as her big brother all her life. A man who would do just anything to make sure she was his. But when love turns to obsession, and obsession turns to blood, how far can one girl run before she realizes there is nowhere else to run to?
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.