Into his dangerous arms

s before, she had been basking in the warm embrace of her mother's excitement at the news of her engagement, her smile s

he message, hoping against hope that

the message piercing her heart like a dagger. Her words echoed through the emptines

ght in her throat. The dream she had been building in her mind, th

long? She couldn’t stop the tears falling down her eyes. She tried calling him but it wasn’t possible. She guesse

retly placed in their rings. It was a small act of insurance against the day her insecurit

ving on the map—a sign that her fiancé still wore the ring and, hopefully, still held a piece of their love within it. She had tracked th

r, the blood draining from her face. Her heart, which had once dan

through the din of the restaurant like daggers in her soul. But she couldn't move, couldn

ed of all dignity and self-worth. The truth was like a poison coursin

a reminder of the betrayal that had pierced her heart. The world aro

cond, the burning hatred in Rosa’s heart grew stronger. She felt like a fool for letting herself fall into his trap once again, despite her better judgment. Her mind repla

her breath labored, as if she were

t by her friends, and her family all warned her, but she didn’t

ut she couldn’t get her mom's call. Her great resilience, she picked up. She didn’t want her to find out from someon

alized that the freedom she'd always longed for was now hers for the

ghts and packed her bags, determined to see as much of the world as she could. She was going

he so wanted to go, she was sure now was the right time. She booked her flight and packed up some few things she might need. She didn’t even have a plan or have an idea a

e and romance. She hated it, but she told herself not to be discouraged, since it was the first day after unpac

o make sure she looked inviting and elegant. Looking at her reflection, Rosa's visage had taken on a mystical allure that defied her past. Her eyes gleamed with mischief and the pr

diating from her as she stood before the mirror. She knew that tonight, the night was hers to c

opular and fun clubhouse in Venice. After a rough drive for fiftee

a long time, but it was buzzy and fun. She went to the bar counter to order a cocktail

the adoration and attention of the clubgoers. Men looked at her with a hunger

thless. As he whispered in her ear, Rosa could feel the heat of his breath and the intensity of his desire."The words, drenched in passion, ignited a fire within her. His lips w

resolve, her defiance, slipping away like sand through her fingers, but she was no longer afraid

sm

nce floor. The sultry sway of their bodies together gave way to a nervous, evasive energy. It was

instead, it was now laced with mystery and suspicion. She couldn't help but wonder: who was he hiding from? That thought all went away when h

her. The gaze of a tall, striking man seemed to reach out and pull her into a web of tantalizing desire. Her hear

lips. She was a woman possessed, and he, her prey. After dancing for some while, he didn’t seem to be coming for