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Trials of Fire & Love

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BOOK DROPPED. DON'T READ. His heart was locked in eternal darkness until she lit it up with her bright smile. But the nightmares which haunts them set them on a path of destruction. Lillian Cheng had a simple plan: Complete her teacher’s training and get married to a humble man. She does not have many ambitions but wants to live a peaceful life with her loved ones. But one glance. Only one glance from the Demon of the Underworld, Lucas Hao, shatters her plans. Now that he has seen her, he is not going to let her go. He engulfs her with his darkness, trapping her into a dangerous world of love and chaos. “You can’t escape, little dove,” he whispered. “This is my world and you’ll drown in this darkness.” “Then I’ll just switch on the light!” she exclaimed. The dreaded mafia lord, Lucas Hao, is known as the Demon of the Underworld. Ruling all the gangs with an iron fist, he instills fear in anyone who crosses paths with him. But the nightmares he buried a long time ago returns in the form of one woman: Lillian. Unaware of their shared connection, Lillian is initially fearful of the Demon of the Underworld. But soon, she finds herself drawn to her husband, like a moth to a flame while the darkly dangerous mafia lord cannot resist the irresistible charm of his wife. She is his light. He is her doom. What will happen to this complicated love? Can they overcome all obstacles and live a happy life? Or will their nightmares ruin their newfound happiness? “Let the game begin!” Lucas declared. “What will I get if I win?” Lillian demanded. He put a finger under her chin to make her meet his eyes. “My heart,” he whispered. .... *No rape or FL violation* *ML might come off as cold but is inwardly very loving* *FL is gentle but not naive* *Cover taken from pinterest. Credits goes to owners*
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Chapter 1 - Prologue-Trial of Fire

Cold. It was the only thing she could think of. The world around her had turned cold.

As she lay on the cold floor, a pool of crimson blood formed around her while her abdomen was tormenting her with an agonizing pain. The bullet had pierced through her flesh in a flash and before she could comprehend anything, she fell on the ground in a semi-conscious state.

She peered her eyes, fighting to stay awake. Her mind was muddled in shock while she could dimly hear the cries of men. Bullets flew everywhere and drops of blood hit her pale face. Gunshots shattered the silence of the night, terrifying her but for once, she was not afraid of the ear piercing sounds of death.

"No…" she mumbled. "Don't…"

Don't do what? She no longer knew. But the pain from the bullet was nothing compared to what her heart was going through. It was engulfed in a torturous grief, beating so fast that it felt as if it would explode any moment.

Bodies were falling near her, piling up until she could no longer count them.

"Stop…" she softly begged. "No...don't…"

Suddenly, the gunshots stopped and everything was silent again. There was a short pause before she heard slow footsteps approaching her way.

She should have been scared. She should have run away. There were many chances to escape and yet, she stayed. Like a moth to a flame, she let herself burn in the hellish fire.

Why? Why did I stay? She wondered.

Through her hazy vision, she saw a pair of feet stop in front of her and she felt an emotionless gaze fall on her. The man was watching her but she could not see his face.

Yet, she wanted to. She wanted to see his face. If this was the end, then she wanted to see his face one last time. Her consciousness was fading but she held on to a ray of hope in the middle of the eternal darkness before her.

The man in front of her slowly stooped down. She felt a hand grabbing her by the hair and pulling her up until she could see a dark pair of eyes staring back at her green ones. There was something in those eyes which she could not read. A mixture of alien emotions played in his gaze and even in that state, she was captured by them.

Was it hate? Was it pity? Or was it something more?

Whatever it was, she knew it would be her doom.

"You've entered hell," she heard him whisper. "And no one can ever escape it."

He leaned closer to her ear. She could feel his breath like the slightest wisp of air, making her shiver. The harsh words coming out of his lips should scare her.

But where was the fear? Why could she not feel it anymore? Why?

"Not even you, Lillian," the darkly dangerous man said. "I won't let you escape. Not now. Not ever."

A slow smile appeared on her colorless lips.

"Am...I trapped?" she whispered back. "Or...are you?"