I Sold My Love Story to The Villain
Gavin looks like one of those hot CEOs from the sexy, romance novels she reads to indulge herself with dopamine. His reality is, however, completely different. When Cece decided to sell one of her stories to Gavin, she didn't realise what she was getting herself into. Now, it is too late for her. She faces troubles and ghosts of her past as she ventures into the writing experience, which she initially considered an adventure. And then she finally understands the problem. She has sold her story, and her soul, to a villain she created. Now Cece has only one way to get rid of this man, complying with each of his demands. It would have been easy, if only Cece could control her heart.
It was supposed to be a fun day (Part-II)
"Ollie and Cece?"
The phrase washed her with overwhelming emotions. She could not distinguish them from each other. It was definitely love and attraction for the man standing beside her, hopes and dreams of a beautifully simple life ahead, it was relief for being with somebody who truly loved her, and was not influenced by an author.
It also brought a sense of dread, apprehension for the unseen, unknown future. It was a future that she had chosen for herself, not predestined, not planned by someone. What if she made wrong moves and jeopardize both Oliver and her life?
The owner of the pale white face was a man who could be anything from thirty to sixty. He had a bony structure and electric blue eyes, features that made him look like a classic vampire. It also made him look horrifyingly impassive. He motioned them towards an open hall, that led towards a winding staircase.