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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

It was dead in the night, but Angela wasn't the least bit sleepy.

She stood on the balcony, overlooking the sprawling darkness. "How did he just leave because I asked him to?" She muttered to herself, her voice strained. "Is he fucking stupid? Who's he leaving me for?"

She bit her lip. She hadn't mastered all her witchery abilities, and he just vanished from her world. "What does he even think he is?" She threw the question into the darkness. "I thought he loved me. Did he not...? Has it always been just physical for him?" The tears she was trying so hard to keep at bay finally escaped. A single tear slid down her cheek. "God, I hate him so much."

She wiped the tear away immediately and then sniffed. She stared up at the sky, her blurry eyes distorting the shapes of the stars and moon, but she continued to stare at it. After some time on the balcony, she returned to her room for the night.

LXVII: Angela's Anger