Paint me yours
Andrew’s voice cut through the stillness of the hallway, sharp and unyielding. “I don’t like you going around with him.” Each word was laced with a fierce determination that Isabelle had never heard before. The timid boy she once knew was gone, replaced by a man of confidence and undeniable strength.
Isabelle didn’t flinch, her gaze steady as she met his. “He is my fiancé, Andrew,” she replied, her voice a cool and composed. While her eyes challenged him with a strength of her own. “And you must learn to respect him. He is the crown prince of Labiya.”
“Let me tell you, my lady,” he whispered, leaning in until his breath was warm against her lips. His deep, black eyes never left hers, pulling her into his gaze, drowning her in it. His voice was a low, seductive growl as he pressed her even further into the wall, their lips a whisper away from touching.
“My crush vanished before I could even tell her how I felt, before I could confess,” he continued, his voice thick with emotion. “But the truth is, Isabelle, that crush was you. It’s always been you. The one I fell in love with. The one I want to fu#k. The one I want to kiss. The one I want to touch. The one whose calm, collected facade I want to shatter.”
This is a slow novel, where the story and character development are given importance. Andrew is a farm boy who lives with his frail uncle, and his life has been a mystery even to himself. He wants to know many things: how his mother died, who Lady Isabelle is, and who he truly is. Has he always been just an ordinary farm boy? What is the motive behind the escort to the Moon Manor?
Read about how a kind and helpful boy turns vicious and evil for one woman, and how the darkness he once feared becomes his comfort.
