“What has that got to do with you?” He finally replied after his long-lasting battling thoughts – his words sounding sharp as If, putting all his annoyance in just that few lines of words. “If she is your wife, then…” Melissa laughed lightly and continued, “your life is fucked up!” She had said it so casually, but it had unleashed another meaning in his head. What if she had seen his stupidity revolving around his decision? What if she had seen the lunacy laced behind his decision? Then she must have called him stupid right in his face – everyone who knew the story had called him stupid, but at the end of the day, he found himself, dwelling, sinking, and even making more wrong decisions as the day goes by without thinking of the aftermath, and the reason for his wrongs decisions wasn't worth it. And that was what annoyed him even more.At that point, he was thinking beyond the ordinary, beyond what was happening at the moment, and even as his jaw clenched, and he could almost feel h
They both had one thing in common anyway—an impulsive behavior. They were all now in a triangle, circulating in the same spot with no way out. Alexander found it interesting though. Seeing John a little nervous was an honor he deserved after dealing with his hardheadedness for some time. Felicia had a loud mouth and judging from how she had stood confidently in front of him, she was ready to drag the argument until she was given the honor as the winner—until she had dragged him through the mud and exposed the bad reputation hidden beneath the good reputation he had presented before Ava. If they both had a terrible past, wasn't it as simple as ignoring her the same way she'd ignored him? But no! The insanity in him decides to spring forth through his 'act-before-thinking' head. He had made a mistake—a mistake he couldn't amend, especially when Felicia was involved, and the aftermath of his mistake, he obviously wasn't ready for it. It had hit him so unexpectedly, taking a different
“No, I don't, but, I will do it anyway.”Although Alexander could see the unwavering strong determination in her eyes, he knew she had not even the slightest idea of the decision she has come to make—she had absolutely no idea of the risk she would endanger herself if she becomes the seductress, and he also wasn't willing to put her life in danger.Ava was not bad either. Her perfect face and curves could drive any man insane; hence, she was even more fit for this job judging from her physical appearance, but, the mafia was what he knew he could not push Ava in knowing fully well of the repercussions that might follow suit – knowing fully well of what those lust burning Italian men were capable of.Unfortunately, he was stuck between two terrible options: Felicia and Ava.Just like she said, her 'terms of service' was what he knew he could not offer, and knowing fully well of the personality Felicia bares, she would go to any length to have him in her pant before accepting this task.
Snowflakes fell from the dark chilly sky as crisp wind weaved the room. The lights in the room flickered continuously until they were finally turned off. The pitch-black room was indecipherable, and they were no sense of warmth in that room. It felt extremely weird, with an uneasy sense of foreboding. The silence in the room was beyond icy and dipped into as completely frigid as ice water. Ava's blood dripped continuously from her hairline down to her chin, and the cozy wind had jolted her out of her unconscious state. A throbbing pain shot up her arm, and it seems like her arm had been replaced with ice and electricity wired straight into her spine. She felt extremely uncomfortable: as if something were holding her down. She couldn't fathom what it was, but all she knew was that she found it extremely difficult to move from the spot she was, and the merciless cozy breeze was almost freezing her to death. “Is she still unconscious?” “She ought to be awake by now.” She could hea
She was mysteriously married to the Almighty Alexander Georgia: the billionaire mafia lord.Withstanding both the pain she felt on her fraction wrist and his beast-like expression, she asked the last question Alexander would have ever thought of at that moment.“I still don't get it. Why exactly did you get married to me? Cause, if my memories are serving me right, I know I haven't met you before.” Alexander was taken aback for a second as his expression softened. Her question had hit him so unexpectedly, and he knew he wasn't ready to tell her the truth just yet. What is the need of bringing up the past when she hasn't learned to accept him yet? It will only cost her to loathe him even more.He pursed his lips, the muscle in his jaw ticking a couple of beats before he let go of her wrist and then stood upwards, “Because… I saved your life.”As ignorant as that sounded to him, unfortunately, that was the only excuse he could come up with at that moment.Truly, he indeed saved her li
“Mind if I join you?” A sluttish-looking lady clad in just a deep V-neck bralette and a way too-revealing denim shorts proposed seductively to Alexander, and before he could decline, she had already sat down on the counter stool beside him.Alexander took a glance at this woman, but only sighed as disappointment crept through his face.He tilts his head to the side and mumbles under his breath, “oh God, not now,” and afterward, he took a sip of his drink completely ignoring her.That night; after Ava had ruined his day, Alexander decided to visit the club to cool off.So much shit going through his mind now, and he needed to think deeply, or else, the whole situation might turn against him.He knew he should be thinking of business and not some little woman who had solely made up her mind to always ruin his day, unfortunately, he just can't help it.At this time, he wasn't welcoming any form of pleasure at all. But the moment the lady sat beside him without minding his approval, he r
“Why the heck did you fight with John?” Ava's voice piqued with curiosity as his head whipped towards her. When he turned to face Ava full on, he met her standing just two feet away with arms crossed firmly below her chest—her eyes gleaming venomously. He narrowed his gaze at her before raising a brow. She knew the perfect way to cause mischief, and she had already started it the moment he got home. Clearly, Alexander knew he wasn't meant to have a peaceful night that day, but at least, not to the extent of getting home and the first thing he made eye contact with was a fierce-looking woman who would devour him if she had the opportunity to. He blinked back his confusion – searching her face as she had done his before replying, “Whatever it is, we can sought it out tomorrow. I need to take a nap.” His response was stern, yet calm – and as he turned his back to take his first step towards the stairs, Ava fired back—her tone dripping with annoyance and irritation. She seems to ha
“Mrs. Georgia, are you jealous?”He half-smiled knowing his word will rile her up, but instead of resorting to violence like he thought she would, she never responded. Instead, she seems to think through the situation as her expression drifted from confusion to realization and then, accompanied by a loud huff.“Go to hell, Alexander.” She spat out—her words vicious; leaving no room for whatever pleasure he was trying to introduce.That was more like it. He expected this response. He knew her reply would be stern, serious, and daring – and how she was still standing courageously and confidently right in front of him even though there was only a sliver of space between them showed how daring she indeed was.Although, he noticed how stiff she got when he leaned in but in less than a few seconds, she had learned to adjust to it and stand tall just to keep her ego. Other girls couldn't do this—other girls were unable to stand confidently this close – definitely, they must have melted right
“No, I don't, but, I will do it anyway.”Although Alexander could see the unwavering strong determination in her eyes, he knew she had not even the slightest idea of the decision she has come to make—she had absolutely no idea of the risk she would endanger herself if she becomes the seductress, and he also wasn't willing to put her life in danger.Ava was not bad either. Her perfect face and curves could drive any man insane; hence, she was even more fit for this job judging from her physical appearance, but, the mafia was what he knew he could not push Ava in knowing fully well of the repercussions that might follow suit – knowing fully well of what those lust burning Italian men were capable of.Unfortunately, he was stuck between two terrible options: Felicia and Ava.Just like she said, her 'terms of service' was what he knew he could not offer, and knowing fully well of the personality Felicia bares, she would go to any length to have him in her pant before accepting this task.
They both had one thing in common anyway—an impulsive behavior. They were all now in a triangle, circulating in the same spot with no way out. Alexander found it interesting though. Seeing John a little nervous was an honor he deserved after dealing with his hardheadedness for some time. Felicia had a loud mouth and judging from how she had stood confidently in front of him, she was ready to drag the argument until she was given the honor as the winner—until she had dragged him through the mud and exposed the bad reputation hidden beneath the good reputation he had presented before Ava. If they both had a terrible past, wasn't it as simple as ignoring her the same way she'd ignored him? But no! The insanity in him decides to spring forth through his 'act-before-thinking' head. He had made a mistake—a mistake he couldn't amend, especially when Felicia was involved, and the aftermath of his mistake, he obviously wasn't ready for it. It had hit him so unexpectedly, taking a different
“What has that got to do with you?” He finally replied after his long-lasting battling thoughts – his words sounding sharp as If, putting all his annoyance in just that few lines of words. “If she is your wife, then…” Melissa laughed lightly and continued, “your life is fucked up!” She had said it so casually, but it had unleashed another meaning in his head. What if she had seen his stupidity revolving around his decision? What if she had seen the lunacy laced behind his decision? Then she must have called him stupid right in his face – everyone who knew the story had called him stupid, but at the end of the day, he found himself, dwelling, sinking, and even making more wrong decisions as the day goes by without thinking of the aftermath, and the reason for his wrongs decisions wasn't worth it. And that was what annoyed him even more.At that point, he was thinking beyond the ordinary, beyond what was happening at the moment, and even as his jaw clenched, and he could almost feel h
Who the fuck invited Felicia to the ball party? He thought the drama had already begun without realizing that it was just getting started. As he stared down at her, he noticed as her grin began to grow even wider until it was almost reaching her ears.Felicia was here, and her presence alone could cause the things he has been avoiding the whole night – chaos, conflict, dispute, and unnecessary attention. Felicia was in the room, she seems to draw attention wherever she went by causing chaos and judging from the huge grin on her face, she was there to fulfill his last wish. She was there to make him regret the decision of attending the ball party in the first place. He had regrets already, but Felicia would top it up.“Not now Felicia. Will you get the hell out of my way?” He began speaking just in time, even though he was fully aware that it does nothing to help the situation. Nonetheless, he needed to do something—say anything to get her away. And as his gaze flickered back to John a
Seconds felt like minutes and minutes felt like hours, but still, known of them said a word to themselves. Everything seems to have an abrupt stop for Ava as it felt like they were the only ones left on the dance floor. An intense silence clouded the dip atmosphere around them. No doubt, her happiness knew no bounds the moment she set her eyes on John, but she got stunned cause it never crossed her mind that they would cross paths in this approach. Yes! Alexander had earlier informed her of their coming, but how she had managed to forget such big news was what she can't comprehend. Her gaze traded down to John's hands, which were firmly wrapped around her sister's waist: Wanita, and she felt… jealous. The thing with those two people was something she can't wrap her head around and since she hasn't seen them for a long time, she didn't know how to begin—what to say, or what to do. How dumb she was. She was so excited about meeting John at the ball party, but the moment she set her ey
“We can talk about that later,” Alexander said and extended his hands toward him for a handshake. Mr. Giovanni received it and replied sternly, “with positive feedback.” Alexander only nodded his head and pulled Ava, leading her into the dance floor. “Stupid piece of shit!” He cussed under his breath after he had walked some miles away from Mr. Giovanni. A collection of Violinists, harp players, and pianists were placed at the far end of the hall and as the music came to a brief pause, Alexander offered out his hand. Ava realized what he wanted and not wanting to argue with him, at least, for once, she received it gracefully. “I have absolutely no idea why I am here with you on the dance floor, but I think you should know that I haven't been on a dance floor before.” Alexander only smirked and replied with, “I know,” before taking her hands and placing them on his shoulders and his, on her waist. As he guided their steps and her waist to the slow, sweet melody drifting through th
They arrived hand-in-hand amid the dozen of guests after Alexander had pulled her roughly, yet gently, out of the car. He was still mad, mad for no exact reason.Everyone at the party wore a new dress or suit, as the majority were dressed according to what she noticed was the color of the day: silver.There was not even a single doubt in Ava's mind that the guest and general setting of the ball party were for those of the higher class most especially the men who were cooperatively dressed in suits as if they were businessmen and the gathering in general, was significantly made for business cooperation.The disco balls brought forth various color reflections on the floor, which, however, brought out another level of beauty to the interior design from the regular days.As much as the majority of guests were busy exchanging greetings on the ground path, she could already feel the tension of lust-burning eyes on her; specifically, from the men. And the same goes for Alexander; lust-burnin
They were all like three broken records, neither of them willing to say a word after she had spoken. She said the last words known of them must have expected, thereby, erasing every word they ought to have said from their memories. Not that she regretted what she said since she was only trying to stand her ground in front of Ashley, but… she needs—sincerely needs to think before saying a word. Every day, she found herself saying things that at the end of the day, she'd wish to hide in a hole. As much as she was trying to stand her ground, those words shouldn't be coming from her, regardless of the situation. If she had said it behind his back, it would have been less embarrassing – but saying it to his hearing was another level of embarrassment. She requires a moment to remind herself that she was in a forced marriage and not some sought of happily-ever-after marriage.She silently prayed that, at least, someone should say something. Someone should say something and make them forget
Ava took a threatening step forward, making sure she got way too close on purpose. The tip of her nose barely touched that of Ashley's. She watched intently as Ashley tilted her head towards her, a dark smirk lifting unto the corner of her lips.Ashley was there to make her feel inferior—to make her understand that she wasn't fit to be the wife of the hottest guy in the city. Ava knew this – she could tell that Ashley was jealous of the fact that she was Alexander's wife, whereas, she should have been the one bearing Alexander's last name. Unfortunately, she wasn't that lucky. Ava was ready to defend her integrity. To let her know that she was far better to be Alexander's wife. This was a forced marriage, but the whole girls in the city made it feel like she was the luckiest girl in the world to be married to Alexander. She was ready to counter back but then, her short feminine self has nothing to do with appearing fierce compared to Ashley's overshadowing presence, nevertheless, she