Flekinovels

Synopsis:

My name is Seline Sylvester, and I’m a therapist. I started my career in hopes of helping others heal, of offering solace to those lost in their own minds. But little did I know, I was only running away from my own pain. My boyfriend, Adams, left me broken, and no amount of professional success could fill the emptiness he left behind.

Then, everything changed when I was assigned to treat Jason Schneider. He’s not your typical patient—he’s a 32-year-old heir to a billion-dollar empire, seemingly impervious to everything I’ve ever encountered. Aloof, guarded, and carrying an air of mystery, Jason doesn’t fit the mold of someone who would seek therapy, much less need it. He’s more interested in playing games than talking about his feelings, and his wealth only makes him more untouchable.

But I can’t help it. Something about him draws me in, a challenge I can’t resist. The more I try to understand Jason, the more secrets I uncover—secrets that make me question everything I thought I knew about myself and about the world I live in. As I dive deeper into his psyche, I realize I might be facing something far more dangerous than I ever imagined.

I’m caught between my professional duty and the undeniable pull I feel toward him. Star Struck is my story—a journey of healing, discovery, and the fine line between helping someone and losing yourself in the process. Will I break through his walls? Or will I find myself unraveling in the process?

STAR STRUCK

The car skidded to an abrupt halt, the tires screeching against the pavement with a force that jolted Seline forward. Her pulse pounded in her ears, drowning out everything except the unsettling silence that followed. Bound and blindfolded, she sat frozen, her breathing shallow, heart hammering in her chest. She strained to listen, picking up distant voices outside the vehicle—low murmurs, an occasional chuckle—Jason's voice unmistakable among them.

But it was the soft, lilting laughter of a woman that made her stomach twist painfully.

Jealousy, sharp and uninvited, crawled through her veins. Was it his girlfriend? Someone important to him? The idea felt ridiculous, yet it burned, lodging itself deep within her chest.

The sound of the car door being yanked open shattered her thoughts. A pair of hands—rough and unfamiliar—gripped her arm, hauling her forward with little effort. Panic flared momentarily, but exhaustion, both physical and emotional, dulled the edges of her fear. It wasn't Jason's touch. She knew that instinctively.

"Take her inside," Jason's voice cut through the night, firm and unyielding.

The woman laughed again, softer this time, amused. Seline stiffened. Every step she took felt surreal, like she was walking into a dream—no, a nightmare—one she couldn't escape from.

The unseen figure leading her forward had a gentler grip now, a stark contrast to the earlier roughness. Slowly, she was guided up a set of stairs, the air growing warmer, scented with something faintly familiar—lavender and old wood. A quiet, oppressive kind of luxury.

Then, without warning, the blindfold was tugged away.

Seline blinked rapidly, her vision adjusting to the soft golden glow of the chandeliers above. Two men stood before her, their towering frames filling the space, their expressions impassive but watchful. Guards, she realized. They were here to ensure she stayed put.

Her gaze swept over the room beyond them, and she sucked in a sharp breath.

It was nothing like the stark, desolate space she had been trapped in before. This room was elegant, almost painfully so. Cream-colored walls adorned with delicate molding, heavy velvet drapes framing a set of tall windows, and a grand four-poster bed sitting in the center like a throne. Everything about it whispered wealth, refinement—danger.

Despite herself, she staggered forward, her legs weak beneath her. The bed, impossibly soft and inviting, welcomed her without hesitation. The moment she collapsed onto it, the weight of the past days pressed down on her in full force.

The door clicked shut behind her, the finality of it sealing her fate.

Jason's voice echoed in her mind, his orders, his indifference. The woman's laughter lingered, like an unshakable ghost. Seline buried her face in the pillow, willing the darkness to take her under.

For tonight, at least, she could pretend none of it was real.

NEW PLACE