Hey Ashdres Delulu Fam 🧡💙 Do you know me? Your author laura emma. I'm back with my book I'm your villein again.
A dark story where love doesn't come in the way you expect it to. A tale filled with totally dark content, mystery, intense suspense, violence, and a kind of love that may be far more unexpected than you could ever imagine.
Every chapter will leave you with new questions.
Every event will make you think.
And every moment will leave you with that lingering, uneasy feeling.
"What happens next?"
This is not just a love story.
It is a world where darkness, emotions, fear, mystery, and love intertwine to create something entirely different. If you have read my previous story then you will get the same vibe but this time the plot is different.
Read at your own risk.
Because once you enter The Book
you may never see the story the same way again.
And i'm extremely sorrry guys 😔😔
I don't know why it always happens to me that every time I try to turn around I end up collapsing but I don't give up.
Please forgive me because I am bothering you and for some personal reasons I have to delete my Insra account. I'm sorry and no more stories from the previous account I can't even delete it.
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🚩 The color red has always fascinated me.
In the eyes of others, red may be nothing more than a color. To me, it is a symbol of power, fear, blood, and that line a boundary that, once crossed, leaves no way for a person to return to where they once stood.
Especially blood... 🩸
Strangely enough, its presence silences all the chaos surrounding me. It gives me a kind of dark, almost demonic pleasure.
The terror in people's eyes, their screams and desperate pleas to survive, the silence that follows, and that metallic scent lingering in the air those are the things I like the most.
⚠️Run, Hide
Because I have no interest in prey that is too easy to catch.
🚩I am not a hero. I am the villain of my own story.
I am the one and only king of London's underworld.
The laws of the state stop dead in their tracks when they stand against my decisions.
Billions in wealth. Countless connections and influence. And certain hidden doors whose very existence even the state cannot afford to acknowledge.
Do you believe that money and power can give a person everything?
And once someone falls under my Radar, they are never truly free again.
And one name...
Just one name is enough to turn an entire person's life into a nightmare.
⚠️
So, be careful.
Because once you cross the boundaries of my darkness, the path back may no longer be in your hands.
Welcome to my dark world.
☠️☠️
Don't know if it's late at night.
Everything around is silent, only the sound of a heartbeat can be heard..."
Thump-thump... thump-thump... thump-thump...
Body parts are being torn out and surfacing.
Thump-thump... thump-thump... thump-thump...
Warm blood is splattered all over the floor.
Thump-thump... thump-thump... thump-thump...
The entire chest is being torn into shreds.
Thump-thump... thump-thump... thump-thump...
Agony, torrents of blood, absolute brutality.
No!
It was no longer possible for the hidden girl to watch. She collapsed onto the floor with a thud.
The sound of the knife stabbing into the human body just ahead was still echoing, accompanied by a muffled groan. She instantly clamped her hands over her ears. She doesn't want to hear it not anymore!
The unstoppable heart nestled inside the ribcage seemed to be racing against its own invisible, fierce stallion. A violent earthquake surged through her entire body.
The cold sweat of sheer panic caused her clothes to cling tightly to her skin. Her wide, dilated eyes were witnessing a living hell.
Suddenly, she felt a sharp twist in her stomach, and a wave of intense nausea hit her. Running out in a desperate rush, her stomach retched, emptying everything.
Her physical balance was completely shattered from witnessing that gruesome, horrific sight firsthand.
After the very last particle of food left her body, she lost all strength to stand and collapsed, yet she couldn't afford a single moment to worry about herself.
By no means could she forget the reflection of such intense fury of one human being against another. Was he truly a human? Or was he a ferocious beast escaped from its cage?
All capacity for thought vanished from the girl's brain. It was doubtful whether even the terror of death could be as intense as the absolute panic she was experiencing at this very moment.
It was completely impossible to think normally. And how could she? No ordinary human could ever endure witnessing such a horrifying, gruesome, and brutal sight.
Coming on a trip with her family, could she have ever imagined facing such an absolute nightmare? Never not until this very moment!
Then... startled by the sound of a muffled groan, she instantly looked around to find its source. Her body was trembling with fear, and she didn't even have her phone with her to call anyone in her family.
The clicking sound of heavy boots was fast approaching. What would she do now? Had she been caught? Was today her final day
would she never get to see her family and loved ones ever again?
A sudden click forced her out of her dark, ominous thoughts and dragged her back to reality. Her eyes instantly welled up with tears. Losing all control, her tears began to flow like a bursting flood. In a desperate rush, she hid behind some cartons and boxes nearby; the place was a warehouse.
The clicking sound was drawing closer and closer to her. She trembled in sheer terror, curling herself into a tight ball. If it were possible, she would have buried herself deep inside the earth to hide.
She scanned her surroundings, but there was absolutely nothing she could use for self-defense.
Was this truly the final moment of her life? Was she about to die such a senseless death? Would that ferocious beast pounce on her next? But what was her fault? She had no idea what was happening here.
The girl froze in her tracks like a block of ice. Holding her breath entirely, she stared toward the gap in her hiding spot. Slowly, the monster came into view.
There was no way to recognize the white shirt the man was wearing; it had turned completely crimson.
Drops of blood were dripping down the edges of his formal pants, right onto his Chelsea boots, instantly soaking the floor in a bloody trail.
There wasn't a single part of his body left untouched by blood. The girl's tear-filled, trembling gaze slowly drifted upward from the man's long legs.
His face was covered by a mask, and his head hung slightly low in a somewhat exhausted posture. Sweaty, glossy black hair clung to his forehead, while a few strands hung loosely.
A lump formed in the girl's throat, and she swallowed hard as her eyes locked onto the bloody knife in the monster's hand. It was with this very weapon, just minutes ago, that...
She couldn't bring herself to think any further. A violent shudder ran down her spine, and a second wave of intense nausea hit her.
Clamping her hand over her mouth, she made a desperate, relentless effort to control herself.
At this very moment, moving a single inch was as good as inviting her own death! She was truly trapped in quicksand now the harder she struggled, the deeper she would sink.
Leaving bloody footprints on the floor, the monster advanced. The heavy thuds of his footsteps echoed repeatedly against the walls of the trapped, silent warehouse.
The hidden girl shrank back further and further. The messenger of her death was drawing nearer! Despite her desperate efforts, tears welled up and spilled from her eyes, and a piercing shriek fought to burst from her throat.
Yet, she could do nothing. The sight before her had completely stripped away her self-control.
Fourteen times...! Who knows how many more times he unleashed that savage brutality after she arrived!
How distorted must a human brain be, and how deeply must one's humanity degrade, to be capable of committing such an act? Is there any trace of humanity left within him at all, or is he entirely consumed by pure barbarism?
"P... Please... don't kill me!"
💀💀
The room was wrapped in an air-conditioned silence.
A dimly flickering lamp stood on the bedside table, its soft glow illuminating the innocent face of a young woman sleeping peacefully on the bed.
Beyond the enormous glass window on the left side of the room stood a mysterious stranger dressed in a hoodie.
His face was concealed beneath a black cap, while a dark hoodie covered his body, its hood pulled over his head. A mask hid his nose and mouth, leaving only his eyes visible.
And those deep, unreadable eyes were fixed on the sleeping young woman.
There was something almost enchanting about her fair, smooth face.
Her silky hair was spread across the soft pillow beneath her head, strands falling gently around her face.
For a fleeting moment, the stranger found himself wanting to reach out and run his fingers through those strands.
He wanted to get closer.
But that quiet, hidden desire remained unfulfilled.
The young man continued to stare at her without blinking.
The moment the stranger's gaze fell upon the young woman's soft lips, his breathing gradually grew heavier.
With great effort, he forced himself to remain composed.
He shifted his gaze away and let it settle beneath her sleeping eyes, on the tiny, pitch-black mole adorning the left side of her face.
As he continued staring at it, his hand almost unconsciously rose toward the glass window.
He gently pressed his palm against the cold glass and remained standing there in silence.
Time passed.
After a while, the sleeping young woman stirred slightly in her sleep.
As she turned from her left side to her right, her half-open eyes suddenly caught sight of something beyond the window.
In an instant, all traces of sleep vanished from her eyes.
She immediately sat upright on the bed and shouted at the top of her voice,
"Who's there? Hey, stop!"
The moment she spoke, the stranger didn't waste another second. He quickly moved away from the window.
The young woman immediately rushed toward it.
With one hand, she pushed the glass panel aside and looked toward the driveway of the house.
Nothing.
Beyond the driveway, there was nothing but pine trees.
There was no one anywhere.
The young woman's expression hardened instantly.
She immediately shouted,
"Ethan! Ethan!"
But even after hearing her call, no one came running.
Without wasting another second, the young woman stepped out of the room.
Her footsteps echoed loudly through the long, narrow corridor as she hurried forward. Her expression was tense and determined.
As soon as she reached the staircase and began descending, she noticed her brother coming upstairs.
Seeing her, he suddenly asked in a calm yet deep, resonant voice,
"What happened?"
"Someone was outside my room. I saw him. But the moment he saw me, he ran away."
Fear was unmistakable in the girl's eyes.
The boy furrowed his brows.
After hearing everything, he fell completely silent. His blue eyes turned serious.
He quickly went upstairs to his room, opened the cupboard, and pulled out a new-model pistol. With the weapon in his hand, he came back downstairs.
Seeing him like this only made the girl more frightened.
Before she could say anything, the boy placed a finger against his lips, silently telling her to stay quiet.
The girl began following closely behind him.
The boy immediately stepped outside the house.
Pushing open the massive wooden door with both hands, he walked out into the night. He lightly checked the weapon in his hand before moving forward.
Clenching his teeth, he called out,
"Ethan! Where are you?"
Once again, there was no response.
With a growing sense of unease, they headed toward the right side of the house.
A short distance away stood the control room, where two guards were stationed.
After nearly five minutes, they finally reached the door of the control room.
But seeing the door slightly ajar from the outside made his brows draw together in suspicion.
He immediately rushed inside.
The very next moment, what he saw made him stop dead for a second.
The two guards inside the control room had black cloths covering their mouths, with their hands tied behind their backs.
They could only let out muffled groans.
The girl quickly rushed toward them.
She reached out and pulled the black cloth away from their faces. Then, after freeing their hands, she looked at them suspiciously and asked,
"Who tied you up like this?"
The two men were practically trembling with fear.
They exchanged a frightened glance before swallowing hard and finally saying,
"I don't know! But whoever it was... they were extremely dangerous."
The girl was somewhat worried deep inside, but her expression remained completely calm on the outside.
The house's security was much tighter than before. Even then, how had someone managed to climb over such a massive wall and get inside?
The girl was lost in her thoughts.
Meanwhile, the boy kept his gun raised, searching every corner of the room for any sign of the intruder.
Just then, the hooded stranger slowly emerged from the bushes beside the control room.
His face was still concealed.
There was something strange about the way his eyes seemed to glimmer in the darkness.
Who knew what that glint meant?
Without making a sound, the stranger headed toward the massive wall.
A maple tree stood right beside it. With remarkable ease, he climbed up the tree without making a sound.
From one of the higher branches, he suddenly leapt onto the road on the other side of the wall.
A moment later, brushing the dust from his hands, he muttered beneath his mask with a crooked smile,
"Be ready, my little lady... I'm coming!"
🩸🩸
Deep into the night, silence had settled over the entire mansion.
Even the bathroom, located at the western end of the mansion and covered in black marble, bore the unmistakable mark of that silence.
Under the soft yellow light, the wet black tiles glistened, yet an unsettling chill lingered throughout the entire room.
A well-built man stood motionless beneath the shower.
He extended his left hand and turned the faucet.
Within moments, water began pouring down with a steady, rushing sound.
Under the stream of cold water, the traces of blood on his body slowly began to wash away. The dark red streaks faded, disappearing with the flowing water toward the drain on the floor.
The man rested one hand against the wall, his head slightly bowed as he stood completely still.
Water streamed down his fair skin and over his well-trained muscles.
Slowly, the fingers of his right hand ran through his wet hair.
The continuous sound of the shower somehow made the room feel even quieter.
After a few moments, he slowly raised his head.
His reflection appeared in the mirror.
His wet hair clung to his forehead, droplets of water falling from the strands.
His eyes were unnaturally calm.
And the only thing visible in the mirror was the faint smile curling at the corner of the man's lips as he stared at his own reflection.
TO BE CONTINUE........