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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

"I thought you were going to reject the dance offer, you know, because I am a vampire."

Angela let out a soft chuckle, her laughter tinkling like the chime of crystal bells. She was still in Shaun's arms, but the embrace felt different from Zayden's. Shaun was lean, while Zayden was muscular but not bulky. Zayden's body emanated warmth, while Shaun's left her feeling strangely cold. "I don't particularly have a problem with vampires," she replied with a casual shrug. It was true; she didn't fear them. The darkness had always intrigued her, drawing her closer to its mysterious depths.

"I should be glad, then," Shaun said, his voice smooth like silk as they swayed gently to the music. Occasionally, he would twirl her, catching her back into his embrace, as if he had already fallen in love with her. "You're from the South," he noted, it wasn't a question. "You look like them."

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