In love with my bodyguard

I never wanted a bodyguard. Especially not Knox Pierce. Cold, dangerous, and too sexy for his own good. He waltzes into my colourful life like a drab of black, controlling my every move. I hate how much I want him. I hate how much he makes me want him. But Knox isn't here to protect me. He is here with a secret, and when I find out the truth, I realize that I am the pawn in a game that has no end.

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Chapter 1

*Tessa*

The message I have been waiting for all night comes in.

"I just arrived at the location. You have roughly twenty minutes to be here before the doors close. Please try to make it this time."

And then, another one enters.

"I love you."

Marin peers at my phone from over my shoulders. "You should stop grinning so wide if you want your bodyguards to suspect your intentions."

The smile on my face dies immediately as my eyes scan the room, searching for them.

The first one is standing by the door, dressed in a dark suit that stands out so annoyingly in the loud club. Even the neon lights bouncing all around do nothing to change its colours.

"She looks so serious," Marin mutters, rolling her eyes. "Do you think she is as dumb as she looks?"

I giggle under my breath. "Shall we find out?"

Marin nods eagerly, falling into step with me as we sneak out through the side doors of the club. The doormen outside give me a look, but I tip them enough to let me off just this once.

Clutching onto my best friend's hands, we stay glued to the wall, our breaths raging all around us and our knees bent. We don't stop until we reach the stairs by the side of the building.

But rather than go up, we hide underneath it, finally letting our laughter out.

"That was fun," Marin breaths, holding on to her chest like we just ran a marathon. "Remember the last time we did this and your brother fired everyone? Do you think that will happen a second time?"

"I hope it does," I reply, pulling down my dress to reveal just the right amount of cleavage. "And this time, I hope he doesn't hire any more. I'm tired of them following me around like I am some President's daughter."

"You might as well be on the path to that," Marin reminds me. "If your brother wins the elections, he isn't going to stop at the Senate level. None of them do."

I groan loudly just as a shuffle of footsteps halts in front of us. A frustrated sigh follows next. Marin and I hold our breaths. The next few minutes will determine whether we make it out of here undetected.

"Shit! I can't believe you lost her again!" The leader of the security detail that protects me yells to the rest of them. They are ten in number.

Ten.

Who do they think I am?

"I'm sorry, Sir," the lady blurts. I would have felt sorry for her if she didn't scowl at me each time I asked to be left alone. "She was right on the dance floor with her friend and then, suddenly..."

"All your excuses won't matter if something happens to her!" he snaps. "Find the kid and take her home."

Instructions are belted out, and footsteps follow until I cannot hear any of them.

"Do you think it's safe to go out now?" I whisper, turning to look at Marin.

"All we have to do is make it out to the streets and flag a taxi. By the time they notice us, it will be too late."

"Okay," I say, excitement coursing through me. Wes, my boyfriend, has been waiting for us in the second location. Marcus has no idea he exists, and honestly, I prefer it that way. God forbid the boy gets scrutinized a million times because he's my boyfriend.

"On the count of three," Marin mutters, taking my hand. "One, two, three!"

We don't see him coming. One minute, we are bolting down the road to flag down a taxi, and the next, I am slamming into a brick wall.

"Hey, pretty girl," he sneers, a sick smile on his face. His friends are not far behind, flanking him like a pack of wolves. Marin stays glued to my side, her eyes jerking all around.

"Where do you think you are headed?"

"Don't touch me," I warn in a low tone. "My security detail is just around the corner. If you mess with me, I promise that it will be the last thing you do in a while."

"Oh!" He mock-trembles, wrapping his arms around his face. "I'm so scared. Please tell your security detail to go easy on me."

"They are big and scary, you know?" Marin mutters weakly, conveniently pushing herself behind me.

"Right." The man looks around pointedly. "So, where are they?"

He takes a slow step forward, and I take a corresponding one away from him. He smells of liquor and smoke in large amounts, and his eyes look unfocused. My gaze darts from where I am to the road, gauging how long I have to run and what my chances are.

Where are those bloody security details when I need them?

The man keeps walking until my back hits the wall. He presses his face towards mine, and I look away at once, shutting my eyes so tight and praying for a miracle that I have never believed in until tonight.

Marin's gasp echoes through the night, and next, I hear something slam into another body, hard and fast. My eyes crack open slightly just in time to catch the man standing in front of me drop to the ground with a thud.

The other men back off at once, but the other men in suits come out of nowhere, a minute too late. The man who attacked the one who was going to harass me takes a step closer, planting his imposing self in front of me.

The first thing I notice is his brown eyes, devoid of light and life. They seem to suck into my very existence, causing me to remain rooted to the spot. I open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out.

Not even a whisper.

The stranger sweeps my feet off the ground abruptly without a word and stalks in the direction of a jeep waiting on the curb.

And the scary part? None of the other guards bats an eyelid.

"What the fuck is this?" I scream, my tongue finally working. "Let me go!"

But he doesn't budge, his feet hitting the terrace in a rhythm until he reaches the jeep and pulls the door open.

"What are you all doing?" I yell at the other security detail. "This man is kidnapping me. Marin? What the hell!"

They all stare at me in silence, with an indecipherable expression behind their eyes.

He pushes me into the back seat and holds on to my face firmly, forcing me to look into his eyes.

"Your brother might think you are cute, but I don't. So, if you don't want to get tossed out of a moving vehicle, shut the fuck up."

Continue to next part

Alec Draven, the ruthless Mafia Emperor of Valorian City, rules with fear and iron control-until he meets Mira, a mysterious woman who offers him a dangerous, secret, all-consuming arrangement. In a world of crime, magic, and forbidden desire, their private bond becomes the one thing powerful enough to destroy them both.

Action Mafia Mystery

7.1

CELINE:The Sheikh Dessert Bride

7.1

* **One night of betrayal. One night of passion. A lifetime of consequences.** Celine was always the shadow-the reliable twin who worked while her sister, Celeste, basked in the spotlight. But when she finds her boyfriend of five months in her sister's bed, the shadow finally snaps. A reckless night at a dive bar with a hazel-eyed stranger was supposed to be her escape, a way to forget the people who saw her as a spare part. But the stranger wasn't just a face in the crowd. He was **Idris Al-Miraj**, the billionaire Sheikh and the owner of the very hotel where Celine works. When her parents attempt to sell her into a sacrificial marriage to save the family's reputation, Celine finds herself hunted by her past and trapped by her future. Idris doesn't just want her back in his bed; he wants to own every brick of the wall she's built around her heart. Jobless, homeless, and backed into a corner by a family that only needs her when they can use her, Celine prepares to run again. But Idris has other plans. He doesn't want her to run. He doesn't even want her to surrender. He wants her to fight back. **"Use me,"** he says. In a world where power is the only currency, Celine must decide if the man who dismantled her life is her greatest enemy-or the only weapon she has left.

Action Modern Romance

7.4

GOLDEN CONTRACT OF DESIRE

7.4

Clara Davis was trained to seduce, deceive, and destroy. Her mission is simple: infiltrate billionaire Jeffery Rothwell's life, gain his trust, and help seize his empire in exchange for the freedom she has always craved. But the deeper she slips into his dangerous world, the more the lines between mission and desire begin to blur. Falling for him was never part of the plan and neither was discovering that the man she was sent to manipulate may not be the real Jeffery at all. Now trapped in a deadly web of obsession, power, and hidden identities. Clara is caught between the organization that owns her, the monster who remade her, and a love that has turned into vengeance. Clara must survive a man who sees everything, controls everything, and may be far more dangerous than the organization that created her. Because in this game of seduction and revenge, love might be the deadliest trap of all.

Action Adventure Romance

7.2

Her Icy Comeback: A Vengeful Heiress

7.2

Five years ago, my guardian, Fitzgerald Kirk, sent me a video of my childhood horse being led to a slaughterhouse. Then he cast me out, broken and penniless. Tonight, I returned to his family' s annual gala, no longer a helpless ward but a powerful woman ready for my revenge. But he and his fiancée, Cassondra, still saw me as the trash they threw away. She taunted me, asking if I' d run out of money, before "tripping" and drenching my white silk gown in red wine. She looked at me with glee, expecting the broken girl from five years ago to cry. Fitzgerald just watched, a bored smirk on his face as he told me to crawl back to whatever gutter I came from. They wanted a reaction. They wanted the hysterical girl they had destroyed. They had no idea that the memory of my horse' s death had frozen everything inside me, fueling a cold rage that had simmered for half a decade. I didn' t even glance at the stain. Instead, I calmly picked up a full bottle of champagne from a passing waiter' s tray. "Don' t worry," I said, my voice dangerously soft. "Accidents happen." Then I swung the bottle and smashed it against her head.

Action Billionaire Modern

7.1

Hot For My New Stepbrother

7.1

I never should have let my mother hold my future hostage. She paid my tuition with his father's money. Locked my birth certificate, my transcripts, every scrap of paper I need to survive in a safe I'll never open. And the one thing I had left of my dad, his old watch, she dangled like a noose. Run, and I lose my education. Fight, and I lose the last piece of the man who actually loved me. So I moved into the Hunters' mansion. Into the lair of the boy who spent years making my life hell. Chase Hunter. Six-foot-five of pure venom wrapped in muscle and money. The senior who cornered me in empty hallways, who whispered filth in my ear just to watch me flinch, who smiled that sharp, cruel smile every time I broke a little more. I thought graduation meant freedom from him. I was wrong. Now he's my stepbrother. He hates that I'm here. Hates my mother for sinking her claws into his father. Hates me most of all, for breathing his air, for walking his halls, for daring to exist where he can reach me. But hate isn't clean anymore. It's tangled up in heat. In the way his grey eyes strip me bare every time they land on me. In the way his hand closes around my throat, not to hurt, but to own. In the way he punishes me over his lap, in his car, against walls, until I'm shaking and soaked and furious at myself for wanting more. He calls me Little Lamb like it's poison on his tongue. I call him every name I can think of under my breath. How long until we stop fighting the deadly inferno raging between us and finally let it consume us both?

Action Adventure Modern

8.5

I Married My Ex-Fiancé's Ruthless Older Brother

8.5

I was a Vitiello, sold to the Morettis to secure an alliance. For five years, I quietly loved Dante, counting down the minutes until our wedding at St. Patrick's Cathedral. But it ended with a single text three minutes before the ceremony. "Stay at the apartment. Sofia is awake. Don't make a scene." His ex-girlfriend, the love of his life, had woken from a coma with no memory. Just like that, I was erased. For thirty days, I waited in the shadows while Dante played hero to a woman who didn't remember him. He told me he was protecting her fragile mind. But then I found the truth. I stood outside the doctor's office and heard Dante refuse a treatment that would restore Sofia's memory. "If she remembers, she might leave again," Dante told the doctor. "Elena will wait. She's a good soldier. Let me have my fantasy." He wasn't protecting her. He was keeping her broken to feed his ego, banking on my submission. He thought I was furniture he could put in storage. He was wrong. I didn't go back to the apartment. Instead, I dialed a number every made man in New York feared. "Matteo," I said to Dante's lethal older brother, the King of the underworld. "I am done waiting. I want to be a Moretti bride. But not Dante's."

Action Modern Romance

In love with my bodyguard

Chapter 1

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