Noelle I was worried the whole time as Kira and I headed to Garrett's house. What was Mykel talking about? He tended to utter rubbish a lot, but I knew he wasn't bluffing. What suicide note was he talking about?“Ignore Mykel. He's just saying rubbish.” Kira kept uttering to me repeatedly, telling me to calm down. But I just couldn't not until we got to Garrett's place. Malcolm was no longer in the room where Emery's body was kept. He was now standing outside, his eyes bloodshot. From the look of things, he was the only one in the building, everyone had left to give him the space that he needed.“Mal–” I called softly and he abruptly snapped his head to look at me. He looked pissed, angry. His hair was disheveled and his shirt was no longer tucked in. The only puzzle missing was that he was not drunk.“Malcolm, are you okay? I'm so sorry about Emery.” This time it was Kira who spoke. The three of us grew up together and she and Malcolm were pretty close in the past when we were lit
Noelle “Noelle, Noelle, wait up. What the hell?” Kira called after me as I walked straight to my room with tears in my eyes. I walked into the room and was about to slam the door when she caught it with her hand mid-way.“I'm talking to you Noelle, don't tell me you were about to slam the door in my face. What was that for?” She asked, coming into the room as I stared at her in disbelief.“What was what for?” I asked, cleaning the tears from my eyes.“You're going to divorce him!!” She drew out her eyes wide as saucers.“You heard me right. I'm going to ask Dad to prepare the divorce papers.” I confirmed.“But why? Why divorce him? It has clearly not gotten to this stage?”“You saw it all, Kira!!!” I suddenly yelled at her, anger coursing through my veins.“This marriage was a fucking sham and the biggest mistake of my life. Malcolm will never acknowledge me. You saw the look in his eyes. He believed what was in that paper–” I sniffled walking up to Kira and I held her by her should
Noelle “Are you sure about this?” My mother asked me as I stepped out of my room.“Yes, mom. I'm sure.” I forced out a smile at her as she caressed my cheeks lovingly.“If it's about the letter Emery dropped. Don't let it make you feel bad, I know you can't do that. So there's nothing to be scared about.” Mom tried to persuade me, but I already made up my mind, that I was going ahead with the divorce.“It's not that mom–”“You know your dad is already looking into it right?” Of course. He won't allow his only daughter to be accused wrongly.No one believed whatever was in that letter, except from one bastard of course. And it fucking hurt. A lot.“Yes, mom. I'm not divorcing Malcolm because of that. I'm divorcing him because this marriage doesn't feel right.” I stated, locking my door behind me as my mom and I began to head downstairs.I was putting on a beautiful sundress and my hair was packed up in a ponytail.“Is this about Mykel? I saw him around earlier?” She grilled. Mom has
Noelle “Come in.” I cleared my throat, sitting up from my bed. Someone was at the door and it was Kira.I Ignored her earlier and slammed the door on her face before jumping on the bed to cry my eyes out. But I was okay after crying for over two hours. Not particularly okay, but I felt much better.“Thank goodness.” I heard her breathing in relief from the other side of the door before she opened the door and walked in.“Oh. My. Fucking. God. Noelle!!!” She gasped in shock, taking slow steps towards me.“What?” I asked, my voice low and hoarse, and jeez, my throat hurt like hell.“You look like a total mess? Have you looked in the mirror?” She gasped and I frowned, shaking my head.“No, I was in bed when you knocked. I shouldn't have allowed you to come in. Right?” I questioned pointing out the obvious.“Okay okay..” she drew out, raising her hands in surrender as she joined me on the bed.Her blonde hair was also packed upward like mine.“Are you okay?” She asked softly, as I placed
Malcolm It had been days of torment and torture. I just wanted to go back to the night when Noelle wanted to tell me something and then her father called to break the fucking news. The same news that seemed to be ruining everything for me. I was confused. I didn't even know what to think or if what I was doing was the best decision.Like divorcing Noelle. I didn't want to let go of her one bit. But I've hurt her so much and it was best I let go. It would be best for everyone, especially my Mon Fleur. With that, she wouldn't get hurt anymore.My phone vibrated in my pocket and I checked to see the caller. She had been calling nonstop for three days now. And I had been ignoring her. She just wouldn't give up, would she?“Hello?” My voice rang in the hallways as I slowly brought the phone up to my ears.“So you've finally decided to pick up right??” She yelled.“Whatever you have to say. Spill. I'm busy.” I uttered impatiently. If she said anything irrelevant, I would end the call on h
NoelleI was on my way to my parents room when I bumped into Malcolm. I asked him about my stuff and he shamelessly admitted to arranging them, that only meant he was the bastard that took my underwear or stole rather.I checked my lingerie bag and noticed that three were missing. “Pervert,” I mumbled under my breath, going straight to my parents room.I had almost gotten there when I bumped into another trouble yet again. Noah.I frowned the moment I saw him. Me bumping into him only meant one thing, questions. Fucking questions.“Sis–” He called, a smile gracing his face. One thing was that I would never admit he was good-looking. Like eww.“What is it Noah, spill. I'm going to see mom.” I said impatiently as I paused.“Finally some listening ears. No one is willing to tell me exactly what's going on in this house.” He groaned.“That's because you need to focus on your books. Study Noah!!” I spelled it out for him. He was smart though, I'd give him that. Just reckless.“So what hap
Noelle“Dad,” I called in surprise, standing up to my feet as Dad closed the door behind him.“What are both going to convince me of?” He asked curiously, walking up to Mom as he planted a kiss on her forehead. My heart warmed as I smiled at that.“How are you, Princess?” He turned to hug me and I hugged him back.“I'm fine Daddy.” I hummed softly.“You’ve lost a lot of weight. I should probably break that fucker’s nose.” He uttered as I laughed, breaking off from the hug.“Nolan!!” Mom called, standing up to her feet as I laughed.“What dear? Our daughter is hurting because of him. How dare he hurt her?” He muttered in displeasure as Mom slowly held his hand.“She’s home with us now and Malcolm is definitely going through a lot. His mate just died.” Mom muttered under her breath.“And my daughter did not kill her.” Dad chimed in. “If he comes near you again, I'll kill him. I'm only letting him off because your mother has a soft spot for him.” Dad said meaningfully, pursing his lips,
Noelle “When are we landing?” Kira asked as I removed the sleep mask from my eyes and I straightened up on the chair I was resting on.“Hello, I'm not the pilot.” I rolled my eyes as Kira glared at me, before taking a sip from her drink.“Whatever. I'm just so happy that I'll finally be able to breathe air other than that of werewolves. Guess what?” She asked gingerly. We were currently on Dad's private jet that was taking us to New York.“What?” I asked, picking up a glass of champagne which I took a sip from.“I looked into all of the clubs in New York. They have so many amazing clubs, jeez. We're going to have a lot of fun girl.” She giggled.I dropped the glass I was holding back on the table as I said.“I'm not going clubbing. I came here to work.” I told her, in case she was forgetting that.I knew Kira was not going to work, she was literally okay with staying at home all day with her phone, shopping, going out to explore new places, and clubbing. “And work you will do. You'r
Noelle I moan into my pillow as I wake up the next morning. My whole body ached, like literally everywhere. Sex with Malcolm was like discovering new things, like discovering new places in my body that I didn't even know existed. “I'll see if we can meet up, later. In the evening. What do you say?” I heard Malcolm's voice. That was what woke me up in the first place. The sound of his phone ringing.“Send me the address. See you.” I heard a beeping sound after he ended the call. The bed fumbled and I felt his hand around my naked waist under the bed covers. He cleaned me up after fucking me last night. I was too tired to keep my eyes open, but I could feel the softness of the wet cloth on my body before I fell into a deep slumber.I don't know why, but I kept my eyes closed and pretended to be asleep. I felt his hot breath on my neck, his hands on my pussy which he began to stroke slowly with his finger. Feeling his hot breath and his skin on mine already got me wet in a matter of se
Malcolm A moan escaped my lips, the moment she wrapped her hands around my neck, kissing me hard. I kissed her back, hungrily and dirty like I wanted to take her breath away.She groaned, changing her sitting position from the bed to my lap, so she could straddle me. “No panties?” I raised a brow at her the moment she sat on my lap. I could feel her wetness as she sat on me. She was waiting for me to fuck her after all.“No one said I was obligated to wear them and I just saved you the stress of ripping them.” She smiled, leaning forward seductively to kiss my chin.“I never asked you to do that and you love it when I rip them off,” I stated, my lips finding their way back to hers, I always got her new ones. I've seriously lost count of how many I've torn. So I got her new designer panties. She tasted so fucking good. Kissing those delicious lips, seemed to taste even better every day.“I’m going to fuck your ass, while you ride on my fingers, baby,” I mumbled in between the kiss a
NoelleThe moment we got home, Malcolm ushered me to the shower where he helped me wash up, after that he dressed me up and carried me to bed, asking me to sleep.Well, I didn't sleep almost immediately. I brought out my phone to call my Dad. He was still very displeased, but I assured him that I was fine and all. He finally calmed down and asked me to call him if anything came up. I know Malcolm would not hurt me. He won't. He loved me as much as I loved him, and things would get much better, now we've accepted each other's feelings.After putting me to bed and saw that I was not sleeping. He made me dinner and fed me. We actually fed each other. He left just thirty minutes ago with his laptop, saying he had office work to deal with.I still didn't sleep, because I was not feeling sleepy at all. After playing some levels of Candy Crush, I decided to go online and my eyes caught an article ‘ HOW TO MAKE HIM FEEL LOVED.’ Curiosity got the best of me, and I decided to check it out.I b
Noelle “Why?” Malcolm asked after I requested to see Mykel. “Because I want to.” I mumbled clutching my purse. He was going to take me there, to see the bastard that has caused me so much pain. That was if Mykel was still alive.My eyes squinted, “is he even alive?” “Yes, I've not killed him yet.” “Good.” I flashed a smile at Malcolm. I knew Dad was still angry, he might have left, but he was still angry. Mom would calm him down and I'd call him later to talk to him.“Let's go.” I gestured at Malcolm as we began to walk towards the door.“I'm coming with you guys,” Noah announced gingerly as I glared at him. “No, you're not.” I rolled my eyes as Malcolm and I began to walk out the door.“Yes, I am.” He insisted, walking behind us. I said nothing to him afterward. I didn't have the time and strength to start arguing with Noah, so I just let him come along with us I already knew that Mykel was kept in my father's dungeon. He allowed Malcolm to use one of the cells. We soon arrived
Malcolm I expected all of this to happen. I knew her parents would be pissed at me. Especially her father. I had put myself in their shoes and if I had a daughter as precious as Noelle, I would equally be angry.But seriously, I was repentant. I had realized my mistake that pushing her away never helped. It only hurt her and I was going to learn from that mistake. No matter what. I won't push her away. We were going to overcome everything together.And did I mention that her father got powerful punches? I broke my nose. Shit.“Noelle, go upstairs now.” He instructed and Noelle glanced at him in surprise.“Dad,” she called in disbelief.“You heard me right? Go upstairs. You won't remain married to him. I'm going to make sure of it.” He stated in a resolved tone. He was angry and meant every word he said.But too bad I would literally turn into a beast when it came to hurting my wife or if someone tried to come between us. I didn't think when it came to Noelle. She was mine and no one
Noelle “That wasn't really necessary.” I uttered in a soft voice a few minutes after we drove away from the attorney's office. Kira took the other car. And Malcolm, he was fucking pissed.“What wasn't necessary?” He asked, diverting his eyes from the road to look at me briefly.“Walking out on Millie. She's your sister.” I pointed out. Millie was insufferable and annoying, but she was still his sister. His family.“So I should have chosen her instead, is that it?” He suddenly asked, gritting his teeth in anger.“No, no. It's just that–” “You don't know my sister Noelle. She won't stop, even if I decide to choose the both of you. So let it be. I know how to deal with her.” He informed me and I slowly nodded. Right, I should let him deal with things himself. He was the only one that would be able to control his sister.We soon arrived home. My parents' house and Malcolm led me out of the car. We walked straight into the house, the guards and maids greeting us as we passed by.We arri
Noelle “What are you going to tell the attorney?” I asked Malcolm while I cleaned myself up with the napkins I found on the attorney's table.“That we're staying married and nothing will change that!” He stated as a matter of fact and I chuckled. I arranged my rumbled dress, followed by my hair.“How do I look?” I asked standing in front of Malcolm.“Beautiful and stunning.” He replied, tucking a strand of my hair away, before using his thumb to stroke my lower lips.“If you keep doing that, we might end up fucking again.” I uttered, licking his thumb.“You know I don't mind.” I smiled, finally pulling away from him. I brought out my lipstick from my purse, which I applied to my lips.“I hope I don't look like someone who got freshly fucked.” We just had sex in an attorney's office. She'd definitely know what went on in her office. And we've kept her outside for like how long?“That's not a problem. They'll know I'm the only one that can make you look this way.” “Shut up.” I said, h
Malcolm I was such a fool for almost giving up on the beauty in front of me. What was I even thinking? Of letting her go? That was the same as embarking on a suicide mission.I gave up on her, but she didn't give up on us. She didn't give up.“Noelle.” I called softly, breaking off from the hug. She lifted her head to look me in the eye.“I'm sorry.” I apologized. I was truly sorry. I was fucking sorry for making her cry and saying sorry wouldn't be enough to make up for the pain I caused her.“It's okay, Mal.” She whispered. “Thank you.” I muttered, leaning in for a kiss. Gosh! I fucking missed her. I missed everything about her.For the days I've stayed without her, a kiss won't simply be able to satiate me, I wanted more. I wanted to feel her again, too bad we were in the attorney's office. That was the only thing, holding me back from ripping her clothes off her body.“Mal,” she called in a raspy voice, breaking off from the kiss.“We should go home. I want to fuck you.” I knew
Noelle I went straight into the attorney's office and saw Malcolm and her waiting there.“Excuse us.” I uttered in an angry voice, referring to the attorney. “Do you want–”“Just excuse us.” I interrupted sharply. She slowly shook her head and left the office.“Noelle.” Malcolm called softly, standing from the chair he was sitting on.“Coward!!” I seethed, slapping him on the face the moment he stood up. His head tilted to the other side, he definitely didn't see that coming.“Noelle, I know you're angry and–”“Shut the fuck up, Malcolm.” I interrupted, slapping him again. I wanted him quiet, so I could peacefully pour out my anger at him.“You're such a fucking coward aren't you?” I smiled, scoffing in disbelief. A man who didn't even know how to accept his feelings. I didn't even care if that was how he was, but I didn't want to keep getting hurt about it.“Noelle, what's going on?” He asked in a low tone, letting out a deep sigh.“A lot of things are going on Malcolm. A lot of th