Karen’s POVThe café was quiet with a soft jazzy melody drifting smoothly through the air. It was different from the usual work tension as it was providing an unexpected sense of calm compared to the usual buzz and business of the office environment.I sat across from Liam, our table seemingly too small but the space between us feeling awkwardly wide. For the first time since I’d started working with him, we weren’t discussing business. Instead the conversation had somehow shifted to something… more personal.Liam leaned back in his chair, his dark green eyes fixed on his coffee cup as he gently swirled the contents. The motion was deliberate and for a moment, I forgot to breathe as the tension kept rising. This was the second time I was having a supposed meeting with him and yet each tension was worse than the last. There was something about the way he carried himself in that moment that looked so relaxed and composed that made me wonder how well I really knew him. "So," he started
Karen's Pov The quiet hum of conversation around us seemed to fade away as I absorbed Liam’s words. His gaze was intense and steady, and I felt the weight of it settle on my chest making it a little hard for me to breathe. There was something in his voice, something that was unspoken and that hinted at more than just professional admiration."I hope you understand what I'm saying." He said summarizing it all up."I’m starting to think I do," I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper. It was a statement that held more than it actually let out but it felt true in the moment. I had always believed in my own abilities, but there was something about Liam’s confidence that made me feel pulled and pushed forward daring me to take control of my lifeSomething that made me see myself in a new light. The potential he spoke of—it felt like a doorway opening. But where would it lead?Liam’s lips twitched upward, but it was only a slight curve. It wasn’t the full, confident smile I was used to
KAREN'S POV “Hello little betrayer, are you sure you still want to get on with this marriage, cause trust me, you’d regret it.” I still heard the words of the man I was supposed to call husband very soon ringing in my ears. Once, Devon Grey had loved me, now… now, what he felt for me was something even stronger than hate, it was a twisted kind of love, a love that enjoyed seeing me in pain – and all because he thought I betrayed him. I Stared into the mirror, my eyes scanning the face that stared back at me. It was that of a very beautiful young girl with pale milky skin, and a heart-shaped face dominated by large blue eyes, framed by long dark lashes. I blinked, and for some unknown reason, my eyes filled with tears.I was getting married to the rich and powerful Devon Grey, a man I was hopelessly, madly in love with, and yet I was frightened of him. Lately, he had been accusing me of betraying him, and I could not understand what I had done to make him think I could ever b
DEVON'S POV My heart turned cold as I listened to the sound of her pretentious cry. I felt my lips curve up in a wry smile – females! They were all the same, none of them were worthy of love, they could each be bought at the right price. I had been a fool to think Karen was any different, I had been drawn to her innocent looks and wide eyes. She seemed so kind, selfless and naïve, I had wanted to shelter her from every harmful thing in the world. I had willingly let down all my standards because of her, and in that time, it seemed the right thing to do. Looking back now, I could only see what a fool I was. Anger was a bitter taste at the back of my throat as I smiled again. It was ironic, I, Devon Grey, the most feared man in the country had been played for a fool, and all it took was the innocent looks of a nineteen year – old girl to fool me. At exactly 9:00 pm, the door opened, and Karen Desantis, my fiancé and soon to be wife stepped in. I could not deny her beauty.
KAREN'S POVThe rest of the party was a blur. All I was aware of was Devon’s accusation. And then, before I could even stop to breathe, the party was already over, and everyone was leaving. I wanted to call them back, to beg them to stay. Something told me the only reason I had not yet faced the full anger of my powerful fiancé was because his guests were present. What would Devon do when everyone left? My heart was thudding violently against my chest as he ushered the last one of the guests out, and then, he was dragging me - - into a room I had never been before. He turned on the lights, something low and smoky, like the kind of lights one would see in a night club, but it was only when my eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room that real fear entered my eyes. The room was a bedroom - - of some sorts. The bed itself was covered in black sheets, with black pillows. All around the bed, and hanging from the ceiling were various torture equipment - - or bondage toys. Was this D
KAREN'S POVAfter I was sure Devon had gone, I buried my face in the all black pillow and wept. This was what my life was to become. Devon hated me, and yet he had asked me to marry him. The smart thing for me to do would be to call off our engagement – the smart thing, not the wise thing. Everyone knew that no woman ever broke up with the Grey’s and lived to tell the story. You didn’t walk away from a Grey, you waited until they got tired of you and chose to discard you. The twisted thing about it all was that I was not sure Devon would ever get tired of me. He did not love me of course, and would never love me again, but he still enjoyed keeping me around only so that he could torment me. My life was doomed. The only thing I could do now to be free was to get broken faster, to allow him break my heart to a million pieces, till he get bored with me and chose to let me go. I wondered if he might ever really chose to let me go, he might just decide to keep me there as a po
Karen PovI could never have imagined that my life would fall apart as fast as it had, but here I stood on the edge of a cliff staring into a chasm of hopelessness. Everything started to meld together-the fragments of some sort of nightmare I couldn't wake up from. Stephan's betrayal haunted my conscious mind every second, and his touch lingered on my skin like some stain I couldn't scrub off. And Devon. Poor Devon. Of all the terrifying transformations, Devon's was the most terrifying. My protector had been my protector but now was my jailer. His eyes were darker now, dark with something with which I couldn't name.They longer softened when their gazes met mine. Gone was the warmth that used to attract me toward him; instead, it had just frozen into coldness and replaced itself with steely determination against which I could not break, however hard I tried. He barely listened-I pleaded with him to-and everything I attempted to say to him, to explain how shattered I felt inside, was
Karen's POVIt was as if darkness closed in around me from every side, heavy with fear and uncertainty. My heart battered itself against my rib cage as he stepped into the light-deliberate, measured, as if he had all the time in the world. I'd steeled myself for anything-some faceless stranger, a masked intruder-but when the light fell upon the person standing before me, the breath left my lungs in one sharp gasp.It was Laura.Of all the things that I could expect, it wasn't her. Her eyes shone with an unhealthy light, and a chill smiled twisted on her lips. I didn't know what to say. The words caught in my throat, and suddenly the room was too little, the air too thin. My whole body yelled at me to run, while I stood utterly incapable of movement."You look surprised," she said, her voice little more than a silky whisper that set my nerves on edge. "Did you really think I wasn't watching?"She'd been watching me all along, lurking in the shadows feeding my paranoia, prodding my fear