STORY INTRO
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THE AUTHOR
I—the writer of the story—am not a native English speaker. So it may turn out that my use of grammar, spelling and possible sayings or idioms will be different than you are used to.
I always do my best to check things and to adhere as much as possible to common English pronunciations, but sometimes this may differ.
TRIGGER WARNINGS
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This content includes themes of sexual content, criminal activity, murder and death. Please proceed with caution and take care of your mental and emotional well-being. If you find any of these topics distressing, consider seeking support or avoiding this content.
Recommended for readers 18+
BLURB:
An orphan learns early how to survive unseen, and Saffiyah had perfected the art—living an easy life. But when Quint Knox walked in—a presence impossible to ignore—everything shifted.
Their connection was undeniable, reckless. Yet love built on secrets is a dangerous game, and some truths refuse to stay buried.
Beneath it all, something unspoken lingered, waiting to unravel. Because some stories begin long before the first page is turned.
INTRO POEM:
The Eyes of Betrayal A poem by Saffiyah Zahir
I walk alone, a shadow light, a past erased, no home in sight.
Once a child, lost and small, No hands to catch me when I fall.
Smiles I wear, soft and bright, but love has never felt quite right.
A lonely heart, a careful game, a world that never knew my name.
I watch, I wait, I take my time, not all love is sweet and kind.
Some hearts heal, some hearts deceive, and some just wait till it’s time to leave.
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Thank you for being here and I hope you will enjoy this story, remember: Not every HEA is what we imagine it to be.
