“When the tears fall they return. I feel them, hear them again. And I can’t escape.”
Jennifer’s Notebook
Jennifer
I try to keep the tears away, but I can't .
Hell exists. I am there again.
Chapter 19 – Darkness
Sep 06, 2025
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An art dealer, owner of a small and exclusive gallery.
With a sharp mind that always stays calm, in control, and never lets anyone close enough to break her again.
For her, control is the only way to stay whole.
But after years of having everything under control, something still felt missing.
One night four men appear at her door.
One with gray stormy eyes, his emotions written all over his face.
Danger surrounds Enzo like smoke, and he has no intention of leaving. His gaze lingers, uninvited, unwavering.
And the more he wants to see under her masks, the more he tries to climb the walls she's built, the harder it becomes to stay in control.
Enzo
A hitman. He was raised to rule, to endure, to never lose composure.
Control, to him, means protection.
It means never failing those who depend on him.
Ten years ago, Jennifer saved his life but vanished like a ghost.
Now she comes out of nowhere and does it again but doesn't seem to remember him.
She's nothing like he expected.
Reserved, but never cold. Precise. With eyes that never miss a thing.
A body covered in ink and secrets, just like his.
He shouldn't drag her into his world.
But this time, he won't let her slip away.
Not again.
When their worlds collide, control begins to crack and turns into devotion.
One which is dark, quiet, and inevitable.
An art dealer, owner of a small and exclusive gallery.
With a sharp mind that always stays calm, in control, and never lets anyone close enough to break her again.
For her, control is the only way to stay whole.
But after years of having everything under control, something still felt missing.
One night four men appear at her door.
One with gray stormy eyes, his emotions written all over his face.
Danger surrounds Enzo like smoke, and he has no intention of leaving. His gaze lingers, uninvited, unwavering.
And the more he wants to see under her masks, the more he tries to climb the walls she's built, the harder it becomes to stay in control.
Enzo
A hitman. He was raised to rule, to endure, to never lose composure.
Control, to him, means protection.
It means never failing those who depend on him.
Ten years ago, Jennifer saved his life but vanished like a ghost.
Now she comes out of nowhere and does it again but doesn't seem to remember him.
She's nothing like he expected.
Reserved, but never cold. Precise. With eyes that never miss a thing.
A body covered in ink and secrets, just like his.
He shouldn't drag her into his world.
But this time, he won't let her slip away.
Not again.
When their worlds collide, control begins to crack and turns into devotion.
One which is dark, quiet, and inevitable.
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