AMANIFear is the only emotion that clouds my senses when Bhyron snags me against his chest. Fear and the irrational need to escape.I don’t pause. I don’t let myself think. I just fight.I kick and buck and struggle against Bhyron’s fierce grip, desperate for freedom.“Let go of me! Let gooo!!”I aim for his shin but he’s bigger and faster. Bhyron swings me into his arms, bridal style, and lifts me towards the bed like I weigh nothing. The same bed he threw my best friend like she was nothing but a sack of potatoes.Unlike what he did with Zuri, he lays me gently against the pillows. Thinking I have a chance to escape, I try to roll off but a startled squeak escapes me when Bhyron climbs in, laying his entire body’s weight on top of me.I freeze, trying to scream but unable to speak past the lump in my throat. Horrifying images of being strangled or suffocated to death with a pillow has my veins thrumming with fear.Is this it? Has he finally decided to kill me and take his revenge?
AMANIA sliver of hurt flashes across Bhyron’s expression. For the next three seconds, my bitter words hang between us, fueling the explosive electricity that lingers in the air.My heart twists with a hint of guilt but I harden my jaw and hold his gaze. I want to hurt him. I want him to feel even the tiniest percent of the pain that’s currently festering in my heart.I can’t beat him up, so I’ll just use my words.“What are you waiting for?” I taunt, thrusting my hips against his. “Move! Hurry up! Fuck me and leave.”His eyes are currently the darkest I’ve ever seen, filled with anger and something else. Something even more disturbing.I fully expect him to climb off of me and leave in a fit of rage. However, Bhyron’s cock grows even harder and he pins me against the bed with ruthlessness in his eyes.Icy fear crawls up my throat as he leans over me, dragging his tongue and teeth across my chest.“Is this what you want?” He growls, slipping one of my nipples into his mouth and suckin
BHYRONAmani is deliberately trying to get on my last nerve and it takes all my willpower to force myself to remain in the bedroom when all I want to do is pay a visit to the wet bar and drink myself to sleep.I promised to be gentle with her. I promised not to hurt her, but right now, I’m feeling particularly violent. Her words are meant to hurt and they do. I hate that she’s trying so hard to push me away when all I want to do is comfort her.I despise the hatred that burns in her eyes for me. I used to find the stubborn tilt of her chin adorable as hell but now, I know it comes from a place of real hurt and hatred. And I hate it. So instead of leaving like every single fucking cell in my body tells me to do, I stalk in her direction and don’t stop until I’m hovering over her. This close, I can see the orange flames that burn in the depth of her chocolate eyes.She frowns and my heart twists painfully in response. This woman has zero idea that she holds my life in her hands. She d
AMANI“Are you sure about this?” Zuri asks, biting her lips nervously as I zip up my jacket.“Yes, I am. Before I do anything, I need to find out why Aunt Ophelia borrowed that money. I need closure.” I walk into the closet and look around, taking in the designer bags sitting pretty on the shelves. I need a sling bag for my phone and stuff but I’ll be damned if I use anything Bhyron bought with his money. In the end, I heave a big ‘ole sigh and walk back out the way I came in. “I understand that. But after everything that happened, do you really think he’d let you go anywhere? That man is…”“…mad possessive, I know.” The thought of the kiss we shared a few minutes ago still sends shivers down my spine. “But I need to try. My plan starts tomorrow. I need to see Aunt Zuri today. Are you coming?”“Amani…”“He doesn’t have to know. I’ll just inform Duncan then slip out. I’ll be back before anyone even notices.”Zuri looks indecisive for a split second. Then she stomps her feet and shrugs
AMANII can hear Zuri scream behind me as Bhyron carries me to his office without a care in the world. Just before he walks inside, he stops at the doorway and looks over his shoulder;“Duncan, keep Miss Bentham away from this area. I don’t need any distractions.”What? “Don’t you dare touch me…!” Zuri yells. Unfortunately, her voice is muffled a second later when Bhyron slams the door, shutting us inside his soundproof office.“You can let me go now. There’s no need for this.” I say through clench teeth, struggling in his hold.He clamps his tree trunk arms around my waist and plops me on his sturdy glass desk. Before I can slide off and make a quick escape, Bhyron shoves my thighs apart and steps between them. He plants his palms on the desk, trapping me against his chest.“Where do you think you’re going?” He growls.The angry, wounded goddess inside of me desperately wants to ignore him or just yell in his face, but my problems won’t go away if I keep acting irrational.So I tak
BHYRON“…I wish you would just crawl into a hole somewhere and die.”“…I wish you were dead.”“…I curse the day you were born.”These are words I’ve heard constantly from my own mother, father, brother and cousins. But I learned from a young age that I needed to become thick skinned if I wanted to survive on the harsh streets of New York. I learned that even family can betray you. Mine have stabbed me in the back several times. A lot of outsiders have also wished me death — co-workers, rivals, competitors… but none hit as hard as when Amani looked me in the eyes and said those words.I’ve been broken, battered, burnt and even beaten, but none of that can be compared to the acidic pain that seared my heart two hours ago.It’s been two hours and I’ve done everything I can to forget. I threw myself into meetings, met a couple of investors and concluded plans for the expansion of La Marièe. But the ache in my chest only keeps growing. It can’t be ignored. “…La Marièe’s profits keep exce
AMANII’m a moving mass of nerves as Aunt Ophelia continues to fawn over me, her entire face etched with anxiety.“Are you okay? I called to speak to you yesterday but Bhyron said you were sick. What happened? Are you hungry? What did you eat today?”I sit on the sofa, lips firmly pressed together and twiddling my thumbs when all I want to do is scream that she stops pretending.When she touches my arm, I finally snap. I jerk to my feet and Aunt Ophelia goes stumbling backwards, her eyes widening in shock.Guilt burns in my veins and an apology sits in my throat like a rock. No matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to get the words out.“Amani. Are you okay? D-did I do something wrong?”My eyes dart to Zuri, silently pleading for help. Thankfully, she steps in;“Aunt, I don’t think Amani is feeling very well at the moment. Why don’t we…?”“I feel a bit nauseous.” I cut in. “I’ll just… go to the bathroom.”Aunt Ophelia frowns but I turn around and make a run for it before she can ask any
AMANIThe past ten minutes have been nothing short of a roller coaster of emotions. I wrap my arms around myself, shivering as I pace Aunt Ophelia’s sitting room. The documents and pictures are scattered on a table before her while she continues to cry her eyes out. Thankfully, Zuri is holding her back from touching me. I might just freak out if she does.“Why don’t you stop crying and tell me what I need to know, aunt?” I ask for the umpteenth time. “Why were you hiding photos of a woman who looks exactly like me in your pantry? Why were you hiding positive DNA test results?” I pause, holding her watery stare; “and while you’re at it, tell me why you borrowed nine hundred thousand dollars from the Gunam brothers after Bhyron paid off our debts.”Her expression slacks and she slowly rises to her feet. “How did you know about the debt?”My hackles have been rising for the past few seconds and right now, they’re ready to snap.“I was almost raped because of that debt, Aunt Ophelia!” I
BHYRONThere’s something very suspicious about this entire situation. After the disaster of our wedding, I went on a fucking rampage. I burned and destroyed every single last one of King Murder’s properties that came within my reach while he went into hiding. Thinking about it now, my blood heats with the fierce hint of violence.I have to give to him, he was wise enough to hide. Because only the devil would’ve been able to look at his body once I was done with him, if I’d gotten my hands on the bastard then. I hold Amani’s soft, smaller hand in mine, still amazed by her show of strength. Yes, I would rather she stayed back at the office and out of harm’s way, but there was something about the defiant spark on her eyes when she told me she’d like to confront King Murder that stirred my stony heart.I make sure to keep her behind me, shielded by my body as we make our way down the hall. I flick a glance at our joined hands and my heart beats a painful, comforting rhythm.She didn’t p
AMANII try to sit on my own, worried that my weight is a burden to Bhyron, but a low growl rumbles in his chest and he clamps his arms around my waist, keeping me locked against him. I look up and our eyes meet. I nearly melt from the heat in his gaze. He frowns at me, telling me exactly what he thinks about my attempt to escape. So I stay put. I wiggle against his chest, wrap my arms around his hard, solid belly and stay snuggled around my husband.“The guns in Grandpa’s house. The fierce-looking guards. The underground tunnel. Oh, and the tinted cars that kept taking you guys to God knows where at night.”His lips curl in a mysterious smile and he leans forward, running the tip of his nose across the shell of my ear.“How did you know about that? Were you watching me, little caramel?”I shiver in his embrace and lower my head, my cheeks reddening with awareness. “A little bit. You’re very interesting to watch.”To my surprise, Bhyron throws back his head and laughs. My head snaps
BHYRONLeft to me, I would never bother to relive those horrible memories. They’re with me day and night, haunting my nightmares and my waking moments.But it’s not left to me anymore. The moment Amani became involved, it was no longer in my hands. I need to say it out loud. I have to get it off my chest. Maybe, just maybe, doing this will silence the demons that haunt me till this day. So here goes;“When I was eight years old, I was kidnapped. It started out like a normal day, I’d gone to school as usual but on my way back, the unexpected happened.We were ambushed by three trucks filled with men all dressed in red. They killed my driver and two bodyguards. My bodyguards.” I pause for a moment, shivering as the worst of the memories come tumbling in.Amani presses closer against my back, silently lending her support. Believe it or not, that gives me the strength to go on.“The goons didn’t just shoot my guards, they tied them to a wooden stake and roasted all three of them alive wh
BHYRONAn hour and thirty minutes later, we’re all seated in Bhyron’s spacious, luxuriously decorated office. There are five of us — me, Zuri, Amanda, Bhyron and Duke.Amanda and Zuri were already waiting when we arrived. Zuri holds my hand, silently lending her support while Bhyron stands behind his desk, opposite us. There’s a strange look in his eyes, an interesting mixture of pain, sorrow and fear that tempts me to run across the room and hold him.Dread clings to the stiff atmosphere like the smell of petrichor on a dusty rainy day. Whatever Duke, Bhyron and Amanda are about to tell us will be horrible. I can already feel it. “Let’s go straight to the point and get it over with, shall we?” Duke begins. “But before we start, we’d like to show you a video, Amani.”My heartbeat accelerates painfully. Duke turns his laptop, giving me access to the video that’s already playing on the screen. My eyes are glued to the screen, scared that I’ll miss something if I even dare to blink.A
AMANIBhyron lunges across the room in a heartbeat and seconds later, I’m enveloped in the fierce heat of his arms, drowning in the comforting deliciousness of his scent.The moment my head touches his chest, all my worries instantly disappear but at the same time, my heart breaks all over again.I’m holding a man who was once a victim of my parents’ greed. Bhyron suffered so much… and somehow, I believe it’s all my fault. He didn’t deserve what they did to him. He was just a child!He pulls me closer, holding me like he’d never let go… like he never, ever wants to let go. I can feel the love and warmth that he’s pouring into me, and I feel giddy with joy at the thought that this powerful, overbearing man is my husband.“I’m so sorry.” I bring myself to whimper. “I’m so, so sorry. Please forgive me. Please…”Beneath me, Bhyron stiffens. I can hear his heartbeat quicken as he pulls me away from his chest.For long moments, those dark, hooded eyes simply appraise me. His gaze is so raw
BHYRONToday is the shittiest day of my entire life. The absolute worst.I left Duke back at the warehouse to handle business and now, I’m tearing down the freeway like a madman on steroids, heading back to the hospital.I should never have left her behind. I thought she was safe. What’s the worst that could happen? According to Duke, the chief medical practitioner walked in and spilled the news to Amani while she was still trying to recover from the shocking news of her parents’ deception.My grip around the steering wheel is so hard, my knuckles turn white. She wasn’t ready, goddamnit! She wasn’t ready for all of this shit.Less than fifteen minutes later, I arrive at the hospital thanks to my less-than-laudable driving skills. I storm out of the car and make my way to the private ward.I have no idea how Amani will receive me after finding out that she’s carrying our baby.Is she angry? Will she push me away, ask me to leave? I will never leave her. Not again. Even if she holds
BHYRON“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Duke growls, lunging for Axel.One moment, Axel is on his knees, giving me a death glare and the next, he lies sprawled on the floor, writhing, groaning and nursing his broken, bleeding nose.Believe it or not, Duke gave the fucker a sucker punch. “Why would you do that?!” He whines like a little girl.I always suspected that Axel was gay. He flirted with me every time we met for business, but since he never mentioned it, I was bent on believing he was just playing around.Betrayal and frustration churn in my throat, demanding release. My fingers itch to put a bullet in his brain. But suddenly, I’ve decided that I’m done. I’m done getting my hands dirty. I’m done killing and torturing people. Never again. I no longer wish to be involved in the dirty business of the underworld. A free life with Amani and our baby is all I need.“You’ve worked for me for five years, Anton.” I begin, instead of lashing out like I really want to. “How did yo
BHYRONThe sharp sound of the car door slamming as Duke storms out jolts me back to reality.For a moment, I sit still, running facts and memories over and over again in my mind, contemplating Duke’s words. It dawns on me with startling clarity that he’s right. My siblings and I used to be best friends when we were little. But after getting kidnapped by Amani’s parents and going through the most traumatic experiences of my entire life, our relationship never, ever remained the same. I was damaged for life. That one unfortunate incident created a permanent rift in my relationship with my family and everyone else. I locked up and pushed people away. The only people I’ve let close in the past years are Duke and my grandfather.With a twinge of guilt, I realize that my siblings have actively tried to keep in touch. They never gave up on me. Brielle sends me flowers on my birthday every year. She calls me every single day but I never answer, so she resorts to leaving voice mails which I
BHYRONI can’t breathe.My shirt collar isn’t too tight, but I pull it away from my neck all the same. I can swear there’s a noose around my throat and what’s worse? It keeps tightening as the seconds tick by.An hour ago, I paced the empty hallway of the hospital, impatiently waiting for Zuri to emerge so I could go back to sitting by Amani’s side and holding her hand.When she walked towards the door, I’d honestly thought she was ready to leave. I never once suspected that the devious little minx planned to lock me out. My fingers twitch by my sides and I take long, deep breaths, trying and failing miserably to stop the redness that crawls into my vision.Memories of the pure horror on Amani’s face when Zuri started speaking are permanently burned into my mind. She wasn’t ready, goddamnit! My baby had just woken up. She needed time!I pace the length of the driveway, trying to relieve myself of the demon that came upon me when Zuri locked that door. What happened to me at that mome