The Artist

The Artist

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Ellen Darke, an aspiring artist, has just moved to Seattle. She's living her dream, new city, new apartment and a new job in an urban art gallery. She's hired as a secretary for the gallery, and as a P.A for a Mr Harry Styles. Ellen is eager to please, but Styles is not a friendly character with many dark secrets Ellen is determined to explore. But, is everything as it seems? And are Harrys secrets the kind that should be unearthed or should they be kept concealed?...
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Love. War. Lies. Nothing stays buried. Emersyn escaped once. But freedom comes with scars, and the past has a way of bleeding through the cracks. As secrets unravel and loyalties fracture, she's forced to decide who she can trust in a world built on betrayal. And Harry Styles, the only person who felt like safety, might be the one who costs her everything. When it comes down to him or her, survival or sacrifice, she knows one thing: She's not making the wrong choice this time. * "Then help me understand." The room tilts. My breath is ragged, his face too close, that quiet demand pulling the ground out from under me. Neither of us moves. There's an inch between us that feels like a cliff edge, almost like one wrong step will send us both over. "I hate you," I whisper, the words tasting like blood and truth. His jaw tightens, and his eyes drag over my face like he's memorizing every line, every crack I swore I'd never let him see. The silence stretches thin; my pulse is hammering so loud it drowns out the world. "Good," he mutters finally, voice rough. **** Started: 1/14/2025 Ended: TBD **** (Cover credit @antiheroics16)

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