Dark Shadows

The life of James McHolmes was a good one.

He was an orphan, who rose to the top dizzingly fast. His charisma, bright smiles, and good lucks brought audiences to his success.

His foster mother described him as a “wonderful child. Exceedingly bright. So kind.”

His friends claimed he was the “nicest person you could ever meet.”

Each step James McHolmes made on the streets was layered with gold. He oozed money and the professional charm that came with working in business. He was the epitome of the businessman.

But one baffingly thing remained.

James McHolmes never married.

Photographers caught him on dates with beautiful women. Women who were single mothers. Women who were hard-workers. Women who had it hard. Women who had rich fathers.

He brought each one of them home.

Every morning, each woman would leave in a hurry. Some would leave in the middle of the night.

One thing was certain.

James McHolmes never reused women. And they never came crawling back to him.

So James died on his deathbed surrounded by loving fans. His family had died ten years earlier. His manager was there, as was the rest of his business partners, who were his best friends, if you would.

It turned out James McHolmes was a lonely person.

And someone who enjoyed pain.

After his death, woman after woman came forward. It was shocking, really. The first woman – her name was Hannah Vanderkallen – with a beautiful body and beach waves to pair with those sapphire blue eyes claimed James McHolmes liked it rough. And continued it rough when she said no.

“He didn’t take no for an answer. Completely unacceptable.”

She still had scars to prove it, she said.

The second woman came forward and said the same thing. And so did the third. And the fourth. And the fifth.

His friends couldn’t believe it. Neither could his business partners. The Great James McHolmes? Dangerous in bed? Kind in person? It was a nightmare – both because the business lost business fast, and that the McHolmes name was sullied.

Forever.

After all, the brightest lights often cast the darkest shadows.

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