Fable of Happiness
Auteur·e
Pepper Winters
Lectures
957K
Chapitres
26
It’s the start of something huge.
From New York Times Bestseller, Pepper Winters, comes a new Dark Romance full of decadent angst, monstrous heroes, and pages chock-full of lust.
A house hidden in the middle of nowhere.
A man who’s lived alone for a decade.
A woman who trespasses on his solitude.
A love full of hate as well as hunger.
The thing about my life is...I was never in control of it.
I just I thought I was.
I thought I had everything figured out—a good career, fun hobbies, a bright future, but everything changed when I found an ivy-cloaked house, tucked in a forgotten valley, hiding a man who corrupted my world forever.
I thought I was successful, until he showed me fortune and happiness could be snatched away in an instant.
I believed I was blessed, but really, I was cursed.
Cursed to become a plaything for a monster.
Cursed to become a prisoner just because I trespassed.
Now, I know nothing.
I am nothing.
I’m just his.
Please note this is a dark romance and not suitable for people who have triggers. Content included can be hard to read and only recommended for people who like dark romance.
Prologue
Fable of Happiness
Book One
by
New York Times Bestseller
Pepper Winters
“Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror. Just keep going. No feeling is final.”
Rainer Maria Rilke
Kassen
THE DAY I CAME INTO THE WORLD, I was cursed.
This curse grew with me, from a young boy to a grown man. There was no physical sign of it. No medical professional could diagnose it.
But I knew it was there.
A dark shadow had latched onto me, marking me as cursed.
There was no denying it.
Because of this, I didn’t see surprises as a good thing. In my life, surprises meant hurt and hardship. I preferred order. Rules. Predictable patterns and familiar routines.
What’s your plan for her?
My fists clenched as I paced outside the cell where I’d put her.
I’m not sure.
That was a lie.
I knew what I had to do.
I should end her life because she’d discovered me. She’d accidentally found my carefully concealed world. She’d dared to invade my home. To trespass on my territory.
Then…do it.
I stopped in my tracks.
I glared at the sturdy wooden door, my eyes falling to the rusty padlock that’d been locking people in for far too long.
Eleven years.
Eleven years since I’d seen another human being. Eleven years since I’d felt that raw anger surge in my veins, calling for violence, demanding their suffering before they could inflict mine.
Just do it.
I took the key out of my pocket.
I unlocked the door.
I stepped in to confront my enemy.
