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CHOSEN AS THE TRILLIONAIRE'S HEIR HE DIDN'T FALL FOR HER LIES
As she walked out of the office building, the city lights blurring into a kaleidoscope of colours, Zoey knew one thing for sure. The next week would be the longest of her life. Across town, at the Royale mansion, Ellis hummed along to music as he put the finishing touches on the arrangement of his room. A vase filled with lilies, Zoey's favourite flower, graced the centre of the table. He checked his watch – she should be here any minute. The doorbell chimed, and a smile spread across his face. He hurried to open the door, anticipation bubbling within him. But the smile faltered when he saw the woman standing on his doorstep."Emily? What are you doing here?" he asked, a frown creasing his forehead. Emily shifted uncomfortably. "Hey Ellis. Actually, there's something I need to talk to you about.""Yes?" Ellis frowned at her."It's about Zoey.""Zoey? What about Zoey? We’ve managed to go back to being cordial again, don’t ruin it by trying one of your shenanigans. I’m not in the
CHOSEN AS THE TRILLIONAIRE'S HEIR RECONCILED
Rain lashed against Zoey's apartment window, mimicking the storm brewing within her. Emily's words, laced with venom, echoed in her mind. Ellis had a child? Unthinkable. Yet, a seed of doubt had been planted, nurtured by her own anxieties. The past few days had been a slow descent. Gone were the playful texts, the lingering touches that spoke volumes more than words. Zoey got more distant with Ellis, always acting preoccupied to try and save her sanity. Zoey craved the warmth of his gaze, the way his laugh used to be reserved just for her. Now, it felt forced, shared with people she didn't even know.Their usual Tuesday date night arrived, a ghost of its former self. Reservations at their favorite Italian restaurant stood ignored. Zoey, using a fictional deadline as an excuse, buried herself in work, her laptop screen a cold barrier to the loneliness gnawing at her. Meanwhile, Ellis stood outside the restaurant, a bouquet of lilies wilting in his hand. He'd been early, waiting with a
CHOSEN AS THE TRILLIONAIRE'S HEIR ABDUCTED
The crisp spring air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers as Zoey stepped out onto the balcony of her apartment. She took a deep breath, a contented smile spreading across her face. After weeks of doubts and misunderstandings, she and Ellis had finally reconciled and their relationship was back on track. As if on cue, Ellis emerged from inside the bathroom, still tying his bathrobe. "Morning, beautiful," he murmured, wrapping his arms around her from behind and resting his chin on her shoulder. "Sleep well?”Zoey leaned back into his embrace with a happy sigh. "Like a baby. You?""Best night's sleep I've had in ages," he replied, nuzzling her neck. They stood in comfortable silence for a few moments, simply enjoying being together again after so much turmoil.Little did they know, their tender moment was being observed through a high-powered lens from a windowless van parked down the street. By another person."Got a good view?" a gruff voice asked from the back of the
CHOSEN AS THE TRILLIONAIRE'S HEIR THEIR DEMANDS
When Zoey regained consciousness, she found herself bound hand and foot, lying in the dim, cramped interior of what she realized must be the van she had seen before blacking out. Her heart pounded in her chest as fragments of memory came flooding back — the van, the glint of metal, a cloth smelling sickly sweet pressed over her mouth and nose just in case the blow hadn’t knocked her out.She jerked violently against her restraints with a muffled shriek, panic clawing at her throat. This had to be a mistake, a horrible nightmare she would wake up from any second now back in Ellis's strong, safe embrace. But her bonds held firm, biting cruelly into her wrists and ankles, and there could be no mistaking the grim reality of her pitch-black, eerily silent prison. She was a bit claustrophobic, and it heightened her panic. She realised that she wasn’t gagged, so she began to scream. "Ellis!" she cried out desperately, tears streaking her cheeks. "Somebody, please! Help me!"Her captors' moc
CHOSEN AS THE TRILLIONAIRE'S HEIR THE BLAST
Ellis's mind whirred frantically, panic battling with desperation and anger. "I got everything on your list. All the money, guns, contraband - it's all there, just like you demanded!"Another chuckle, deeper and more unsettling this time. "Oh no no no, those were just supplementary requirements, let's say. A means to an end, but not the end goal itself."Zoey whimpered softly as the blade dug in just enough to draw a slender bead of crimson against her skin. Ellis's own throat ran dry, heart thundering. "Then...then what?!" He rasped, hands raising in surrender. "What do you want from me?! I'll do anything if you'll just let her go!"He was trying to contain his anger. He didn’t want to use the cultivation his father taught him to start spiralling down a deep hole of vengeance. In his training, he was warned to avoid blood shed in order not to corrupt his Chi, and block his aura. That would lead to him starting the process to becoming a dark mage just like the evil he was supposed t
CHOSEN AS THE TRILLIONAIRE'S HEIR RESCUED
Ellis's eyes remained open as the sound of the captor's footsteps faded away. He lay stock still, chest barely rising and falling, as he listened intently to make sure the coast was clear. After a few tense minutes of silence, he carefully turned his head to check on Zoey. She was out cold a few feet away, her face pale and her hair askew. Ellis felt a pang of guilt and concern wash over him - she had gotten caught up in this mess because of him. He had to get them out of here and to safety as soon as possible.Moving slowly and deliberately, Ellis pushed himself up into a seated position, wincing at the dull throbbing in his head that felt like he had been struck. He scooted over to Zoey and gently shook her shoulder."Zoey? Zoey, wake up," he whispered urgently. She didn't stir at first, so he shook her again a bit more firmly. "C'mon, darlin', rise and shine. Open your eyes for me so I can know that you’re okay."Zoey finally groaned and her eyes opened to slits. "E-Ellis?" she m
CHOSEN AS THE TRILLIONAIRE'S HEIR LEMON
They were being driven to a small building in town before they could head back to their various destinations. This was so that Jerry's friends would locate their suspect, and get him talking. When they arrived at their destination — an unmarked building in a quiet industrial area of town — Zoey felt her nerves returning full force. What exactly did these guys have in mind for getting this information? As if sensing her trepidation, Ellis put a comforting hand on her arm as they headed inside, escorted by his silent crew. She didn’t have to be here for this part, but it may make her feel safer to be part of the investigative process. But he stayed close to her to reassure her that he wouldn’t let her get hurt. One of the men, seeing how close Ellis held Zoey, could tell that the couple were not really given into this exercise. Walking up to them, he said, "You know you ain't got nothin' to worry about. I know this whole cloak and dagger stuff ain't exactly y'all speed, but I promise
CHOSEN AS THE TRILLIONAIRE'S HEIR INFORMING CYRUS
Later in the week, Ellis sat in stunned silence as Jerry and his goon friends laid out the evidence they had uncovered about Jaguar's true identity. It had been several dayss of painstaking research, dead ends, and frustrating mysteries since they took down the counterfeiting operation. But they finally had their answer."Your half-brother Marcus...he's been the one pulling Jaguar's strings this whole time," Jerry said solemnly. "We traced communications between Jaguar and an inmate at Citadel Penitentiary. That inmate's name, Marcus Royale."Ellis's head was spinning. Marcus, his estranged older half-brother who he had not seen or spoken to in over a year. The last Ellis knew, Marcus was serving a sentence for his many crimes that even Ellis had now forgotten. How could he possibly be mixed up in this from behind bars?"That...that can't be right," Ellis stammered. "Marcus is locked up in maximum security. How could he be giving orders to Jaguar?"Jerry shook his head grimly. "We're
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