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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

"Why didn't you catch it?!" Angela yelled, rushing to Zayden, who stood unwavering despite the arrowhead embedded in his skin. As the crimson blood soaked through his shirt, her vision blurred with tears.

"You wanted to vent," he replied with a small, teasing smile, appreciating her concern even as he admonished himself for thinking so.

"What do you mean, vent?!" Angela looked up at him, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "You could've died!" With trembling hands, she grasped the shaft of the arrow and yanked it free. Blood splattered across her face, and she couldn't hold back her tears any longer. "I'm so sorry," she murmured, cupping her hands around the wound, watching helplessly as blood slipped through her fingers, trickling down from beneath his shoulder.

XVI: He's An Elf