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Your Supposed To Be Enemies

I WILL BE YOUR EYES MR. CEO

What if salvation came from the devil himself? A kill or be killed salvation! It was a simple task, but it ended up turning into a disaster. Evangeline Lancaster had only one job given to her by the richest housewife in the whole of California: “Seduce my husband and drop the pills in his drink. I would give you two million dollars.” Money that could help her further her college education–how could she refuse? She thought it was a seduction without sex, never even expecting the billionaire she was sent to would look her way. But the moment she walked into the club and sat on the lap of a man who looked like a human god, her world swayed. The morals she held as a lady went down the drain, and she ended up doing what she hadn't planned for. Job more than well done, she took her money and left the country. Eight years later, her job as a nurse had brought her back to California, but this time she wasn't alone. She was back with beautiful twin children whose only prior motive was to buy a rich daddy for mummy. Evangeline tried to find every reason to forget what she had done eight years ago, but her life became a tug of war when Lucas Wade, the man she had a one night stand with, collided with her again in the hospital. Now a blind man, he had surprisingly recognized her scent and accused her of being the cause of his blindness, insisting she must take responsibility. "I wasn't aware of the things the pills could do, Mr. Wade." "Since you caused this you would repay me, for the next six months you are mine Ms. Lancaster."
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Dare to Be Mine

She hadn’t expected to be cornered like this, not here, not now. His tall frame loomed over her, blocking any escape as he stood inches from her, pinning her to the wall with his presence alone. His hand rested just above her head, his fingers brushing the cool surface of the locker, creating a barrier that trapped her in place. Her breath caught, her heart thundering in her chest as she realized how little space was left between them. His eyes were dark, full of something she couldn’t decipher but desperately wanted to understand. He stared at her, not saying anything at first, just letting the silence stretch between them. She could feel her pulse race, her face flushing, her body frozen, even though she wanted to push him away. “What are you going to do about it?” he asked, his voice smooth, teasing, and filled with a challenge. There was something in the way he spoke, something that made her stomach twist with a mixture of confusion and excitement. She opened her mouth to say something—anything—but the words wouldn’t come. Her hands hung at her sides, unsure whether to push against his chest or hold herself back. She couldn’t tell if she wanted him to step closer or if she just wanted to run far away from the intensity that radiated from him. “Stop…” she murmured, but the word felt too weak, too powerless against the gravity pulling them together. “What do you want from me?” His lips curled into a small, almost predatory smile. “I want you to stop pretending you don’t feel it,” he said softly, his gaze never leaving hers. His closeness was suffocating, but in the most intoxicating way. The tension between them was palpable, like a storm ready to break. She could feel the heat of his body against hers, could hear the steady rhythm of his breathing as if they were the only two people in the world. She wanted to fight back, wanted to be strong and resist, but something in her—something deep inside—kept her rooted to the spot. He was her classmate, the guy everyone knew, the one with that effortless confidence that made all the girls swoon. And now here he was, making her feel things she wasn’t sure how to deal with. Her hands trembled, caught between pushing him away and giving in to the wild, dizzying pull she felt toward him. She was terrified, but there was also a spark of curiosity, of something she couldn’t quite control. “I’m not… ready for this,” she whispered, though her voice shook with uncertainty. “I don’t even know what you’re doing.” He didn’t answer right away, his gaze softening just enough to let her know that he was listening, that he wasn’t in a rush. He leaned in slightly, his breath brushing against her cheek. “I think you do,” he murmured. “You just don’t want to admit it yet.” Amidst the whirlwind of school friendships, and the pressure. Can anyone dare to be open to the possibility with someone who seems so unreachable?
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