Destined Puppets
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Last published Tue, May 27, 2025
I don't do attachments. I don't trust easily. And I definitely don't fall in love.
So when my family tries to chain me to some stranger in a polished suit through an arranged marriage, I plan to burn the deal to the ground. Then a job lands in my lap-follow a man, learn his patterns, wait for the signal. No questions. No names.
But Deimos Gavino is not what I expected.
He's poised, unreadable... addictive. Watching him turns into needing him. And needing him? That was never part of the deal.
Now I'm stuck between the life I've always known and the one I never saw coming. One built on secrets, power plays-and him.
I walked into this with a target.
I didn't expect to find a reason to stay.
~ Kian Aeros
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β COMPLETED β Started: 2nd NOV 2020 Finished: 23th AUG 2021 EDITING! I could feel his gaze on me as my hands slowly reached to the blood coming out of my fiance. It was cold, sticky, and wet. As it stained my hands, tears were beginning to pour down causing me to subconsciously wipe my face. "How'd you feel after committing your first murder?" His deep voice asked me from behind. Slowly turning around, showing him the mess of emotions I was going through. "Fuck you." I responded slowly, with much anger. I caught a spark in his eye and he slowly began to smirk. "It won't be your last." *+*+* Stephano Varallo. A dangerous man feared by men and admired by women. Andrea Russo. A kind woman with her perfect fiance and loyal bestfriend. When Stephano requests for a nurse to come to his house Andrea arrives and Stephano can't seem to let her go. Far from a cliche. *+*+* A spin-off to His Personal Assistant.
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