“Fucking scumbag.” Alexander cuss and elbowed the Italian gangster on his jaw. He let out an excruciating pain, but he still lunges again, obviously ready for another fight. Just as his fist clenched and was ready to punch him in the face, Alexander grabbed his fist halfway and rather lands two punches on both sides of his cheek: his head whipped to the side with thick blood spitting out from his mouth. He staggered and just a little kick from Alexander at the back of his knee was enough to make his knee grease the earth. Alexander grabbed his collar and pulled down the mask on his face. Although it was nighttime but through the dim light coming from the moon, it was enough for him to acknowledge the fact that he hasn't met such fucked up smashed face before. “Who the fuck are you? Who the heck sent you?” He asked, and just then, the assassin forcefully swarts Alexander's hands from his collar, and with every willpower in him, pushed him and staggered-ran into the dark.Alexander had
“Ava. Your wife. After all, she's the reason for all this mess you are going through.” When he mentioned Ava's name, Alexander's brows rise in disgust as he mentally rolls his eyes. Subconsciously, his mind drifted back to what happened earlier. Hell yeah. He is fully aware that this wasn't the right time to think about that, especially when some Italian assholes were after him… but he just can't help it. Back then, he had made her believe that whatever he did back then was under the influence of alcohol. And he still can't believe that this same excuse was coming from him who had only drunk half a glass of cocktail—even if he'd drank half a bottle of tequila, he doubts if he would get intoxicated by it. Due to the nature of his job which requires him to be always vigilant, he hardly gets drunk, regardless of what he was drinking. His confidence, his audacity, and his possessiveness weren't ordinary. What exactly was he on? Did he get drugged? Ever since they got married, they had al
A continuous knocking sound on the door had jerked Ava out of her sleep. She groaned frustratedly and almost cursed at whoever was behind the door. Yesterday had been very eventful to say the very least. The heavens could bear witness that she hadn't slept all night. She had spent most of the time she should have been sleeping, curling and turning in her bed then groaning, screaming, and kicking her pillows off the bed, begging the God of the earth to turn back the hands of time on her behalf—she definitely wouldn't disappoint him the second time. Sincerely, she had never thought that a mere incident could possibly deprive her of the sleep she had never for once been deprived of. She had spent the whole night replaying each stupid thing she had done and even the slightest of all mistakes that took place just a couple of hours ago. It was the consequences of everything she had let him do to her, and the consequences of succumbing to his every touch. After having to deal with the punish
She wandered thoughtfully in her room, debating on what to do with her hair and face for the ball party. She knew she was terrible at doing makeup as she hasn't had one done before—and she doesn't need to make any attempt before realizing that. It's been days since she last set her eyes on John and just the thought that she could see him again after not setting her eyes on him for a long time made her feel the movements of the jubilating butterflies in her stomach. It was a once-in-a-blue-moon opportunity and with this opportunity she had gotten, she would want to make the best out of it by looking good for him. But as much as she wanted to look good for him, all hope was shattered when she remembered she had no makeup kit. She could just let her hair down and wear the cloth Alexander had gotten for her. After all, being natural has its beauty… A knock on the door disrupted her scheming thoughts. She walked over to the door and opened it, only to come face to face with another expre
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
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
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
“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
“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