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[Warning: Mature Content!]

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In a world of ancient grudges and hidden magic, Angela Meadowbrook, a fiery and skilled archer, finds herself at the center of a deadly game of revenge. Her father, the ruthless and cunning Meadowbrook, has made many enemies - including Zayden, a wealthy and mysterious young man who has been secretly plotting his vengeance for years.

Zayden, driven by a burning desire for retribution, infiltrates the Meadowbrook household by becoming Angela's bodyguard. As they spend more time together, Angela finds herself falling deeply in love with the enigmatic Zayden, unaware of his true intentions.

But Zayden's feelings for Angela grow stronger with each passing day, threatening to upend his carefully laid plans. Torn between his loyalty to his family's memory and his love for the daughter of his sworn enemy, Zayden must confront the darkness within himself.

As the truth about Zayden's past and his connection to Meadowbrook begins to unravel, Angela is faced with an impossible choice: forgive the man she loves for his deception or turn her back on him forever.

Will Zayden and Angela find a way to overcome their differences and be together, or will the weight of their families' secrets tear them apart forever?

The Lady And Her Bodyguard

Angela pulled back the string to let go of the arrow, but she missed the target. She shot another and another but missed all of them; she couldn't hit the bullseye.

"You're distracted," Zayden noted from behind her.

Angela sighed, downcast at his words. She lowered the bow to her side and turned to fully face Zayden. The sun highlighted his skin, and his silky hair was styled in his usual way. She wondered how it would feel if she wove her hand through it. The white shirt didn't cling to his body, but she could perfectly make out his shape.

"Zayden." It was the first time his name had left her lips.

Zayden stilled. The sound of his name from her lips felt like a prayer. The softness of her voice as she pronounced the one word, two syllables, six letters had him thinking. His name sounded so right from her lips—so religious, though he wasn't religious. He was caught in a turmoil when Angela asked him a mind-numbing question.

XVI: Shut Up