Without saying a word, I stood there. Her mere presence set a fire beneath my veins. What surprised me was the fear that ran along with the rage. A part of me feared she had the power to win him over from me. Even if I wanted to have nothing to do with that crazy man, I disliked her more than I should. I didn't forget how gentle he was with her the other day. She was close to him. And not to forget, she was a woman to stare at. A petite blonde woman and a tall man in their late fifties appeared behind her. Money and power screamed from their presence. The man raised a brow at me. "You are?" "Uh, she is…" As Roxanne started, the woman cut in. "Must be a servant. What are you waiting for? Let Her Highness know that she has guests." She eyed me up and down. My faded jeans, black T-shirt and old pair of heels didn't stand up to her standards.My fists clenched as Roxanne's eyes widened. But not to my surprise, she didn't amend the woman, who must be her mother seeing the similarities
"W-what the hel…" Before I could finish the sentence, the door was slammed shut and the next thing I knew I was pressed against the wall with a furious man pinning my hands over my head in a firm grip. And then his mouth was on mine. Breath caught in my throat. As I tried to move, he gripped my jaw and kept my face still for him to devour me without any disturbance. His mouth was unforgiving, rough. Calloused hand traveled down my body, groping, feeling my curves. His roughness made my insides tremble, knees weak. A shaky breath left me as his intoxicating masculine cologne surrounded my senses. "You're fucking mine!" he growled, biting hard on my lower lip. A whimper left me. My body was betraying my mind as it slowly sagged against his handness. As I was about to kiss back, he pulled away. With his fierce eyes set on my lips, he let out harsh breaths. "How many times do I need to remind you that you're mine? And yet you went among those drunk men and let them feel your bo
Getting out of the cab, I rushed inside the tall skyscraper. Chad met me before the elevator. "She's still here. But I'm not sure which floor she is on," he said. His purple strands were ruffled, pointing to the amount of times he ran his fingers through them. "But she's not with Elizabeth, nor are there any meetings she needs to attend. Even Mr. De Sylvano isn't present." I frowned. She wasn't a shareholder of Rossa anymore, so she couldn't attend any meetings even if there were any. Then why was she here especially when Syl wasn't present? She knew very well he wouldn't tolerate her presence in Rossa at all. Only she can answer that. "Let's find out." I turned around and he followed. "But how? And may I know what she has done exactly? Why are you after her?" "I'm not after her, Chad. She is after me," I said, approaching the receptionist. "How?" "Later Chad." As the receptionist saw me approaching, she was instantly on her feet. A sweet smile lit her features. "Ms. Brook
Surprised, I stared at him. He knew what intentions his sister had? Turning to him slowly, Syl tilted his head. Icy blue eyes were harsh. "Why?"Oliver gulped, losing his tie slightly. "S-she wanted to meet you personally. To…to apologize. She regrets her behavior towards Cassandra." I frowned. What was he talking about? Regret, my foot! She was fucking threatening to kill me!"I'm not interested in her apologies! Doesn't she get the fact that she's not allowed in Rossa or De Sylvano Corp?" Syl snapped. "I'm aware of her nature very well, Oliver. So are you. She's not regretting anything. She is still in one piece just because she is your sister. Otherwise you know very well what I do to those who become a threat to my Sandra. I'm giving you a last warning. Tell her to stay away from us. Otherwise…"He let the threat hang in the air. And the way Oliver's face drained its color said he perceived his best friend's words very well."Y-yes, I will talk to her. Don't worry." Oliver nodde
My fists clenched as I stared at the picture. A picture they must have taken in their late teenage years. The adoration those blue eyes held as he held her in his arms felt like a stab in my heart. A rage ran through my blood. Rage and…jealousy. I was right. They had something between them. Maybe even…loved each other. And he didn't feel the need to tell me about it. All he said was they were good friends. Noticing my gaze, Roxanne quickly picked her phone. The way she averted her eyes and hurried inside the elevator told me her discomfort about me knowing their secret. Now her puppy eyes towards him made all sense.A burn in my chest made me grit my teeth. It was all in their past. Then why did it bother me that much? Maybe because she still had feelings for Syl? Or because the adoration I saw in his eyes for her back in the church row a seed of insecurity inside me? An emotion I shouldn't feel. Even if they weren't together anymore, some sparks were still there. Once I would lea
My heart skipped. "Where is he? Is he all right?"Questions came out of my mouth one by one, eager to know if he was out of every harm. That ballistic man! How dare he disappear like that without taking his guards with him!Oliver remained quiet, his eyes flickering around. My heart beat slowed down, as if something was squeezing my chest. "Answer me!""Miss. Brooks!" Ron's voice made me turn to my right as he jogged towards me. And before I could snap at him for leaving his boss alone, he opened his mouth. "I got his location. I can take you there if you want.""Is he alright?" I asked again in desperation. "We will only know after reaching there."***Once the car stopped before an enormous silver gate, I got out. Two guards stood on both sides of the gate. "Let's go inside, Ron," I said, ready to go inside and find the spoiled prince. You better be in one piece!When I got no answers from Ron, I turned to him. He stood still beside the car with a look of discomfort. At my rai
Slowly we approached the small round table decorated with a vase of tulips, covered dishes with lids and a bottle of champagne. And what surprised me was, there was a small bowl of almond cookies with sprinkled melted chocolate. He never forgets the cookies, does he? He knows how to melt my heart. My mouth twitched with a smile but I covered it with a glare. No matter what he did, I couldn't forget how he made me worry the whole day. And he had the guts to make me have a date with him by tricking me! When he pulled a chair, I thought it was for me. But to my surprise, he sat on it instead before pulling me on his lap. "Hey! What are you doing?" Nuzzling my neck, he groaned. A kiss on my sensitive skin behind my ear sent a shiver down my body. "Loving my queen. I haven't held you in my arms for the whole day. Do you know how torturous it was for me?" My eyes narrowed. "What about this morning?" "That was hours ago." When the pervert nuzzled his face in my chest, I gasped. Blo
He hesitated, but he cut the call, glancing up at me. Seeing my furious gaze, his brows creased. "Now what made my queen mad again?"As I opened my mouth to snap, his phone rang again. My blood started to boil in my veins. The image of their locked lips flashed across my head. He cut the call again. "It must be something important. And your hesitancy says you are eager to talk to your childhood sweetheart. Why cut the calls then? Go on, and talk to her." My tone came out bitter.His gaze snapped to me. "Childhood sweetheart? What are you talking about? And I'm hesitating because her father is not well. But I can talk to her later. I'm not letting anyone interrupt our date tonight.""I'm talking about the truth. I saw your photo on her lock screen. A photo where you were kissing her." My jaw clenched. "So no need to hide anything from me."His shoulders tensed. A shadow passed across his suddenly hard features. "It's not what you think it is." Voice dark. Why wasn't he admitting i