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A MAZE OF GREED

"Don't stop, Ruth. Run, run!" Thea yelled again while moving her hands. Before Edwin turned her around and got a chance to see her face, Ruth pulled her hand up and jabbed his nose. Edwin wailed in pain as he felt his nose go numb with pain. Instinctively he freed Ruth to cover his nose with both hands. He bent over a little as his eyes watered because of pain. "You!" He hissed in anger as he leapt again for Ruth. But she managed to run before he could catch her again. Her head turned around in shock when Edwin's hand tore her dress when he tried to grab her. It also surprised Edwin as he had not intended for this to happen. He looked up from the piece of cloth in his hand to see gorgeous hazel eyes. He stood rooted to his spot as his mind went blank. Ruth managed to get out of the property and ran with Thea without looking back. The guard came panting, but Edwin didn't notice him as his eyes were still trained on the gap in the wall, through which Ruth escaped. He slowly looked at the brown fabric in his hand, and the image of those alluring hazel eyes flashed in his mind. He clutched the fabric tightly in his hand, and the word left his lips in a whisper. "Ruth!" ******************* They say that there are only two types of people in the world - good and bad. Good people get happiness in their life while bad ones have to pay for their wrongdoings. Easy right? But what if you have to side with either BAD or BAD? Whom will you support? Join this journey full of secrets, past mistakes, love, hate, revenge and GREED...GREED of Power and Lust. Welcome to A MAZE OF GREED! ******************** The cover of the book belongs to its rightful owner and I do not own it. I am only using it for my book cover. If the owner wants to take it down please contact me and I will do it immediately. Instagram account:- author_rutujap Discord:- https://discord.gg/wpyvsh42

rutujaP · 奇幻言情
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1058 Chs

He May Never Come Back!

The air inside Augustus's office hung heavy with the scent of aged leather and the subtle hint of burning wood from the fireplace. The dim light cast long shadows on the oak-panelled walls. Augustus sat behind his intricately carved mahogany desk. The room was adorned with trophies from past hunts, and the howls of distant wolves could be heard in the background.

"It is not even a full moon night!" He muttered under his breath, thinking about the young werewolves who couldn't control their wolves till a full moon night.

Restless, Augustus drummed his fingers on the desk, his piercing grey eyes fixated on the map spread before him. The hours had passed, and the afternoon turned into an evening, but Augustus's eyes couldn't leave the map.

"Damn it!" He banged his fist on the table in frustration.