While Siana was explaining the effort that went into carving the pumpkins, a waiter approached with a tray of vodka shots. "Would you like one, miss?" the waiter asked, his tray extended.
Siana smiled politely and took a shot, raising it slightly in a lighthearted gesture. "For the Halloween spirit!" she said, trying to ease her nerves. She turned to Devillian. "Would you like one?"
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She was the kind of girl whose world revolved around her cats, second-hand novels, and warm cups of tea. Niamh Moor never asked much from life-just a quiet love, a man who would take her hand and lead her away from the noise and chaos of the world. Daughter of one of Ireland's most influential figures, she lived behind the guarded gates of power but felt like a stranger in her own home. With a stepmother who wore venom like perfume and a stepsister who never missed a chance to tear her down, Niamh learned to find solace in silence. She didn't mind the isolation-not really. But everything changed with a single glance. One dance of seduction. One moment of tamtation. That was all it took to unravel the threads of her carefully stitched life. She believed in fairytales. In princes and kindness. In magic that healed. But instead, she found herself tangled in the dark salvation of a man who had no light left in him. The fairytale she longed for didn't come with a white horse. It came cloaked in blood, wrapped in chains, and whispered promises laced with pain. And the moment she stepped into his world, there was no going back.
She woke up in a world that felt unfamiliar, her mind a blank slate, her past erased by a cruel twist of fate. No name. No memories. Just haunting fragments of pain and fear she couldn't place. The girl she once was-lost somewhere in the shadows. Then came him. The man with storm in his eyes and steady hands that pulled her from the darkness. Alejandro Martinez. A stranger who felt too familiar, too steady, too... dangerous. There was a spark-silent at first, then consuming. In his presence, she found safety. In his touch, a fire. But passion built on forgotten truths is a fragile thing. Because the past always returns. And the secrets they both keep... might be the end of everything they've begun to feel.
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