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Cleo Ainsley, failed author, abandoned by her family, her editor and filled with shake checks into an eerie hotel with the hopes of making a come back in her career.

However, things are never as they seem in Hotel La Rue. Room 324 is not a room that exists.

Her manuscript comes to life but is Cleo really writing fiction or is she writing something she had witnessed?

Cleo realizes she’s no longer in control. Her laptop types without her. Mysterious guests vanish without a trace. And room 324? It’s not a room. It’s a trap.

As her sanity slips, Cleo begins to uncover a terrifying pattern: every writer who stayed in Room 324 has vanished, including Morgan Melroy, a woman whose manuscript matches Cleo’s word for word.

Detective Fournier enters into the scene haunted by the Morgan case and notices a similar pattern in Cleo.

Does Cleo know more?

Is Morgan really dead?

What is the mystery behind room 324?

*Warning: Including violence and explicit mature content.

"So? Will you? You let me fuck you, and I'll give your camera back." Zane repeated his offer.
"Fuck yourself! Asshole!" Alaia's face withered as she pushed against his chest the hardest she could manage. Her nails scratched his arms as she fought him. But she didn't move an inch from the bed. Or Zane away from her.
Instead, he caught her hands and pinned them above her head.
"Easy, rabbit!" He smirked without a trace of softness in his eyes. His eyes were blue-gray. Alaia saw the shade clearly now. Such a pretty pair of eyes, yet so ice-cold, soulless.
"Get your dirty hands off me!" Alaia roared and raised her head, getting into Zane's face spitefully.
Dirty? Zane sneered. Alaia Jones was no longer the same princess he first met. Still, her eyes glowered at him with pride, nobility, and dignity. It made Zane's anger boil up.
I will destroy all her pride. All her dignity! He promised inwardly. He first made that promise to himself a long time ago.
And now was the time to keep it.
"Hundred thousand dollars for one night!" Zane dropped it on the table. Alaia opened her mouth, but he didn't let her speak. "Your mother's hospital bills are due soon, right?" He continued, watching Alaia's face changing its expression.
Then he got up, opening the nightstand's drawer.
Alaia took a chance, getting up too. She stood in the middle of the room when he approached, handing her the photos. Alaia lowered her eyes, witnessing images of Vivi Brown passionately kissing David Green, a film director.
Everyone knew David was married and had two young children.
"You could kill two birds with one stone. You'll get these photos and 100K if you let me fuck you," Zane said. He didn't need to say anything more.
Alaia knew what he meant. Her mother wouldn't get disconnected from the life support in the hospital. And she could give her uncle money to save his company.
Those were the two birds.
And the stone was her virginity.