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BURNING PASSION

BURNING PASSION

Doubleees

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"In a world of shadows and betrayal, 24 years-old orphan Bella smith's life is shattered when her boyfriend and best friend's deceitful affair sends her spiraling. Heartbroken and desperate to escape the pain, Bella drowns her sorrow in a night of reckless drinking, only to be kidnapped and sold to a shadowy figure in Russia. What follows is a brutal journey that plunges Bella into the heart of a ruthless world she never could have imagined. After narrowly escaping her captor, she's thrust into the hands of Vladimir Ivanov, a powerful, calculating man who forces her to replace his dead daughter in a deadly, high-stakes game. To solidify the deception, she must marry Alessandro De Luca, a cold and enigmatic mafia boss whose very name strikes fear into the hearts of those who know it. But as Bella steps deeper into this twisted world of secrets and lies, she realizes there's more at stake than her survival. Alessandro is not just a ruthless killer-he's a man who will stop at nothing to keep his empire intact. Torn between the fear of discovery and the undeniable attraction to the dark and dangerous man she's been forced to marry, Bella begins to question everything-especially her own heart. Is she simply a pawn in a game of power and revenge? Or will her growing feelings for Alessandro ignite a dangerous passion that could consume them both? In a world of shadows and betrayal, where nothing is as it seems, Bella must navigate a deadly maze of love, lies, and lethal choices. Will she survive the darkness, or will her burning passion be her undoing?

Chapter 1 MY LIFE

I lay in bed, the darkness of the room pressing down on me like a heavy blanket. My body was tangled in the sheets, but my mind was wide awake, spinning in a chaotic whirlpool of frustration. What the hell is wrong with me? My life has been a disaster lately. Everything feels like a misstep, like a curse hanging over me. It's 3 a.m., the quiet of the night only making everything feel worse. I roll over, glancing at the digital clock glowing faintly on my nightstand: 3:14. The ticking of time echoes in my ears, each passing minute mocking me. Why can't I just sleep? I ask myself.

What did I do to deserve this endless cycle of failure? No matter how hard I try, every time I take a step forward, I feel like I'm just being pulled back. It's like my life is a hamster wheel-endlessly going in circles. I groan and throw my legs over the edge of the bed, my feet brushing the cold wooden floor. The chill of the hardwood sends a shiver up my spine as I stand, my legs still wobbly from sleep. The room is small, cramped, but it's mine-at least for now. The walls are bare, save for the cracked mirror that reflects the girl standing in front of it, blinking at herself. I drag my fingers through my messy hair, tangling my fingers in the knotted strands. I stare at my reflection-brown eyes, pale skin, a mess of blonde hair sticking out in every direction. My lips, usually full and soft, are pursed in frustration. I'm tall-5'6''-with a curvy frame that doesn't seem to fit into this life I'm trying to create. Nothing special. Just... average. But right now, I look like a zombie. My hair looks like a bird's nest, and I can feel the exhaustion tugging at my eyelids, but I can't sleep. Not tonight. I place a hand on my chest, absentmindedly feeling the curve of my breasts. Average, I think, and then I frown. What am I doing? Standing here, half-dressed in my nightie, at 3:30 in the morning, checking myself out in the mirror. Get it together, Bella. I shake my head in frustration, my fingers pressing harder against my skin as if somehow the sensation will ground me. But it doesn't. The silence of the room is deafening, and the longer I stand there, the more frustrated I get. What the hell am I doing with my life? I sigh heavily and sit back down on the bed. The springs creak under my weight, and the cheap mattress shifts uncomfortably beneath me. It's not much, but it's something, and right now, that's all I can ask for. The room is small, cluttered with clothes that I don't have the energy to put away. Half a loaf is better than none... I think. Or is it... I can never remember. I glance around at the mess and shrug, sinking deeper into the bed. I glance at the clock-4:15 a.m. The time seems to mock me, as if telling me I'm running out of chances. I close my eyes, trying to quiet my mind, but I can't. My thoughts swirl around me like a storm, and I know it's no use. My dreams are a reflection of my miserable life, taunting me with reminders of everything that's wrong. My failures, my regrets-they all show up in my sleep, mocking me with images I can't escape. And yet, I can't turn away. Think, Bella, think. I try to calm myself with silly thoughts. Where do animals go when they die? I cringe at my own thought and shove it away. Then, another random thought pops into my head. Why do vanilla cupcakes taste so damn good? I close my eyes and imagine the rich, sweet taste of a soft vanilla cupcake, the delicate creaminess of whipped cream, and the rich bitterness of chocolate frosting melting together. I almost feel the sugary sweetness coating my tongue. Mmm. My mouth waters at the thought. It's a small moment of escape from the chaos in my head. I let my mind wander, letting the sweetness of my cupcake dream lull me. Slowly, my body relaxes, and before I know it, I drift off into a peaceful, dreamless sleep. When I wake, the first thing I notice is the gentle light filtering through the blinds. It's morning. The world outside is quiet, still. I stretch, feeling my muscles groan in protest, but the stretching is oddly satisfying. My body feels lighter, the tension from the night before slipping away in the warmth of the new day. I stand up, rubbing my eyes, and take in the room around me. It's a mess, but it's mine. There's a sense of comfort in the chaos-at least it's familiar. I take a deep breath and get to work. The laundry pile in the corner stares me down, but it has to be done. I had two jobs before. I worked at a convenience store downtown, and I was a waitress at a nightclub. The job at the convenience store was manageable, but the pay was ridiculously low, barely covering my bills. The shifts there were also inconsistent, and the pay never quite stretched as far as I needed it to. The nightclub job, on the other hand, paid better. The tips were decent, and while the work itself wasn't glamorous, it was enough to keep my head above water-at least that's what I thought. The only problem was, my shifts kept clashing with the convenience store hours. I'd work late at the club, only to be expected at the store early in the morning. The hours were a nightmare, and it started to take a toll on me. After a while, it became impossible to juggle both. I was exhausted, barely getting any sleep, and I was starting to feel the burnout creeping in. I knew something had to be done and that's when I made the decision to quit the convenience store. The pay at the nightclub was better, and I could at least count on the tips to keep me afloat, but I didn't expect how much it would cost me in other ways-like the mental exhaustion from dealing with creepy customers and, of course, Greg, my sleazy boss. Greg. A nightmare in human form. The kind of guy who thinks his gold tooth makes him a smooth operator, when in reality, he's just a walking, talking pervert. He's been like this since the day I started working at the club. The kind of guy who lingers just a little too long at the bar, smiles just a little too creepily, and touches just a little too much. It started off subtle-his wandering eyes, his comments just a bit too suggestive. But then it escalated. One night, I was delivering drinks to one of the VIP tables when I felt a hand on my arm. A hot, clammy hand that wasn't mine. I stiffened instantly. My stomach dropped. It was Greg. Of course, it was Greg. I turned around to give him my signature "don't touch me" glare, but he just grinned, his yellowed gold tooth flashing at me like some grotesque beacon. "You're looking fine tonight, Bella," he said, his breath reeking of cheap liquor. "How 'bout you and me grab a drink, huh? Get to know each other better." I could feel my face go stone cold. "Don't touch me," I said, my voice low and sharp. But that didn't stop him. The next thing I knew, his hand was sliding down my arm, squeezing a little too hard. Big mistake. Without thinking, I shoved him away. And when I say shove, I mean I gave him a good shove-hard enough to send him stumbling backward. His eyes went wide with shock as he lost his balance and fell, arms flailing like a ragdoll. And then, as if the universe had a cruel sense of humor, his gold tooth flew out of his mouth, pinging across the floor and landing with a satisfying clink. I stood there for a moment, blinking in disbelief. Did I just cause this grown man to lose his tooth? I couldn't help it-I let out a quiet laugh. It was the absurdity of it. Here was this arrogant, greasy man, so sure of himself, reduced to fumbling for his shiny tooth on the club floor. But that was the moment I knew I was done. Greg didn't even try to stand up gracefully. No, he picked up his tooth, muttering some curse under his breath, then turned to me with a glare so dark, I could feel the heat of it. "You're gonna regret that, Bella," he spat. "You're out of here." And just like that, my shift was over. I was fired. I wish I could say I cared. But honestly, I was already planning my exit. Greg was a walking disaster, and so was this whole damn job. The tips were decent, sure, but the environment? It was toxic, and the people-especially Greg-made it unbearable. Still, getting fired by that greasy bastard? It stung. I prayed that Greg would choke on that tooth later, in some dark corner of his pathetic life, with no one around to witness it. Amen. And that's how I found myself jobless. Again. After cleaning up, I head to the kitchen. The fridge is nearly empty. I open the door and find only a bottle of water, some expired milk, and a half-eaten pizza from last night. I grab the pizza and pop it into the microwave. Healthy eating? Not today. The pizza tastes like cardboard, but I'm hungry, and it fills the hole in my stomach. After scarfing it down in record time, I head for the bathroom. The hot water in the shower soothes my skin, and for a brief moment, I can pretend that everything isn't falling apart. I step out, drying my hair, when I hear my phone buzz. I grab it, wiping the steam from the screen, and see a message from James, my boyfriend: MY LOVE Good morning, babe. I know you're still sleeping. Hit me up when you wake up. Muah. A small smile tugs at my lips, but the guilt is quick to follow. I haven't told James that I lost my job. He still thinks I'm at the club, just sleeping in after my shift. James- is sweet, caring... everything I need. He's been there for me ever since we met two years ago at the coffee shop where I used to work. And don't ask me about that job. Remember when I said my life was like a circle? Yeah, now you get the picture. James was the bright spot in that dreary little coffee shop, the one customer who seemed to look beyond my forced smiles and tired eyes. I remember the first time he came in, dressed in a worn leather jacket, with that easy smile and a warmth that seemed to radiate right off him. He was a regular, always ordering the same coffee, always staying a little longer than most, chatting with me between orders. At first, I thought he was just being friendly. But soon, he was waiting around just to see if I'd get a break, asking about my day, listening without judgment to my complaints about rude customers and endless shifts. There was a gentleness in the way he'd listen-really listen-like he genuinely cared about every little detail. Somewhere between the shared laughs over terrible coffee and the talks about our dreams, I fell for him. He wasn't just a distraction from the chaos of my life; he became a steadying force, someone who saw through my frustration and weariness and somehow believed in me, even when I didn't. And now here I am, still avoiding the truth about my job. I want to tell him, but somehow, I can't bring myself to admit that I've messed up-again. It's like this endless cycle I can't break, where every small step forward comes with a step back. And he always tries to understand, always supports me, no matter what. I toss the phone back on the bed and sigh, thinking to myself, I'll call him later. But for now, it feels good to pretend that everything is fine.

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