Doomed by the Charisma of Marcus Blackwood

Those who have had no share in the good fortunes of the mighty often have a share in their misfortunes. This was a truth I had come to learn, and one that would soon be proven once again. I had been hired as a personal assistant to the enigmatic billionaire, Marcus Blackwood, for the duration of his stay at the luxurious island resort of Bora Bora.

It was a position I had accepted with great relish, not only for the opportunity to serve such a powerful and charismatic man, but also for the chance to get to know him better. Marcus was a man of imposing stature, with a chiseled jawline and piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through me.

His broad shoulders and powerful physique were a testament to his love of the outdoors, and I couldn't help but feel a flutter in my chest as he towered over me, his gaze burning with an intensity that left me breathless. As we stood on the sun-kissed beach, watching the sun dip below the horizon, Marcus reached out and took my hand, his fingers intertwining with mine in a possessive grip.

I felt a shiver run down my spine as he drew me closer, his lips brushing against my ear in a gentle caress. "You are mine now," he whispered, his voice low and husky, sending shivers down my spine.

"And I will make sure that you are taken care of, no matter what the cost." I felt a surge of excitement at his words, and I knew in that moment that I was doomed to fall under his spell. And as we walked hand in hand into the darkness, I couldn't help but wonder what other misfortunes lay in store for me, now that I had caught the eye of the mighty Marcus Blackwood.