allyson_Punla

Grace Ferrer, a simple hotel maid, had always dreamed of a life beyond the mundane routine of her daily existence.  But fate, it seemed, had other plans for her.
 
One night, she found herself entangled with Lorenzo Berlusconi, a man of extraordinary wealth and power.  He was a captivating enigma, shrouded in mystery and allure, a creature of the night who held a dark secret.
 
Lorenzo, a vampire king, had sought her out, drawn to the unique essence of her blood.  He had taken her from her life, transporting her to his private island, a haven of luxury and seclusion.
 
He was both her captor and her tormentor, a man who possessed a dangerous allure, a man who could make her tremble with both fear and desire.
 
Caught in the clutches of a forbidden love, Grace found herself at the crossroads of a dangerous game.  Would she succumb to the allure of Lorenzo's power, or would she find a way to escape his grasp and reclaim her life?
 
Join Grace on a perilous journey of passion, betrayal, and the struggle for freedom.  This is a story of a captive heart, a story of a woman who must fight to reclaim her destiny.

The sweet Bites

The morning sun, casting a faint, ethereal glow through the sheer curtains, was the first thing that Grace Ferrer noticed. She blinked, her vision adjusting to the blinding light that flooded the room. Her head pounded, a dull ache that echoed the turmoil brewing in her stomach. She sat up, her body stiff and sore. Her head swam, and she couldn't recall how she ended up in this place.

Disorientation washed over her as she looked around. She was in a room unlike anything she had ever seen before. It was massive, with high ceilings adorned with intricate chandeliers that cast shimmering patterns on the plush carpet below. The walls were lined with bookshelves filled with antique volumes, and a grand fireplace, with a roaring fire, dominated one corner of the room.

A king-sized bed with silk sheets, draped in crimson and gold, occupied the center of the room. The bed was a testament to opulence, a stark contrast to the simple life she had known.

She was in a mansion, a sprawling estate that seemed to stretch endlessly around her. The windows offered a breathtaking view of a vast garden, with a glistening swimming pool at its center. Palm trees swayed gently in the breeze, and the air was filled with the scent of exotic flowers.

"Nasaan ba ako?" she whispered, her voice shaky.

Grace's heart pounded in her chest. She didn't recognize this place, and she had no memory of how she got here. The last thing she could remember was the smell of whiskey and the warmth of a man's body pressed against hers. She had been cleaning the room of a wealthy guest at the hotel, a man who was drunk and demanding, and then, everything had gone black.

A wave of nausea swept over her. The memory was hazy, fragmented, and the only thing that remained was the lingering scent of musk and the feel of strong arms around her.

She was a simple girl, a hotel maid. She worked tirelessly to make ends meet, and she never dreamed of finding herself in such a luxurious, almost unreal, setting. And it was terrifying.

"This house is so big, like a mansion," she murmured, her voice laced with a mix of awe and fear. She was in a world that felt so far removed from her own, a world that was beyond her comprehension.

A faint sound of laughter drifted from the hallway, breaking the silence. A shiver of fear ran down her spine. She was alone, trapped in a house she didn't know, and the thought of what had happened to her filled her with dread.

PROLOGUE