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Another boring party-until she ruined it. Alina Malik. My boss's sister. A disaster in designer. She stumbled toward me-barefoot, heels swinging from her fingers, eyes red-rimmed and wild. Makeup smudged. Hair a mess. Dress slipping off her shoulder like she was begging to be seen. "Oh, abs," she giggled, clinging to my arm like she had any right. I didn't move. Didn't return the smile. Just stared. "Why have you been ignoring me, jerk?" she slurred. My jaw tightened. "You know why." "No, I don't!" she snapped, voice cracking. "I told you I liked you-and you blocked me! Who does that?!" "Someone who never wanted to hear it," I said flatly. "Now let go." She ripped her hand away, eyes blazing. "Why don't you like me?!" I didn't blink. Didn't flinch. Looked her dead in the eye. "Because there was never anything to like." She froze. "You're loud. Immature. Clingy. You create chaos and call it love. You throw tantrums like a child who's never been told no." Her mouth parted, stunned. I stepped closer, voice like ice. "You weren't special, Alina. You were tolerated. Only because you're my boss's sister. If it weren't for him, I would've shut you down the second you opened your mouth." Her eyes filled with tears. "Every message. Every fake smile. Every pathetic attempt to get close-I let it slide because I didn't want to lose my job. Not because I cared." Her lower lip trembled. "You don't mean that..." "I never liked you. Not for a second. You were a walking headache. A spoiled brat playing pretend in heels." She looked like she couldn't breathe. "You built a fantasy out of my silence and called it love. That's not my fault-that's your delusion." She blinked, searching for anything kind in my face. I gave her nothing. "You were nothing to me, Alina. Not then. Not now. Not ever." A tear rolled down her cheek. "So save yourself the embarrassment. Stop chasing shadows. And leave me the hell alone."

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐚𝐦 𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐢 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞... 𝐚 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐑𝐚𝐲𝐲𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐢 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 - 𝐅𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐊𝐡𝐚𝐧. 𝐒𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐬' 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥, 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝-𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩-𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐅𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐲: 𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐚𝐦 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫? "𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐧." 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟

In the heart of a city shrouded in darkness, a dangerous obsession begins. When naive and talented artist, Sylva Nightingale, catches the eye of notorious mafia boss Lysander Blackwoods, her world is forever changed. ****************************************** Lysander, mesmerized by Sylva's art and beauty, becomes obsessed with making her his own. He starts stalking her, first subtly, then more overtly. He buys her paintings, sends her anonymous gifts, and always seems to be just around the corner. ****************************************** One stormy night, as Sylva is walking home from her art studio, Lysanderl appears out of nowhere. He offers her a ride, his presence both menacing and charmable. From that night forward, his obsession deepens, and Sylva finds herself drawn into Lysander's dangerous world.

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