—JENNIFER—Even after lots of protest from Mom and Dad, Christian arranged a nurse for Dad to take care of him twenty four seven. It was so heartwarming, seeing him having concern for Dad and treating him like his own.So after Christian left for his office, Mom and I decided to go grocery shopping since Dad wasn't alone now. We were done in about an hour and decided to visit the nearest cafe for the coffee. “ Are you sure we aren't forgetting anything?” Mom asked, sitting on the chair while her head was totally into the grocery bags placed into the car. “ Arghh, Mom!! Do you want it in written that we bought every damn thing that you wanted?” I grumbled, tired of her asking the question constantly. “ Yeah. Fine. No need to get annoyed.” She rolled her eyes as the waitress approached us to take our orders. “ One second.” Holding up a finger to her, I turned back. “Do you really need to continue this?” I asked Morris who was sitting two tables away from us, holding up a magazine, p
—JENNIFER—“ I mean, I'm your mother's old friend.” She suddenly grinned up at me. I turned to face mom. An uncomfortable smile appeared on her face as she looked at Catherine. “ Is she??” I asked, narrowing my eyes at mom. “ Yes.” She breathed out before standing up and Catherine gave her big smile as she hugged mom. I shook my head at the odd situation as they broke apart. “ It's been a long time, Nancy.” Catherine said and nodded quietly. “ Yes. I-It's good to see you again.” Mom replied before Catherine turned to face me. “ Look at you!! You have grown up into a beautiful woman now.” She smiled at me and I stood up with an hesitant smile. “ But I don't remember you.” I chuckled, shrugging. “ You were this small when I last saw you.” She made a gesture with both her hands to describe my size and laughed. “ It's nice to meet you… um..??” I trailed off not knowing how I should address her. “ Call me Catherine.” She smiled again, pulling me into a hug. “ Nice to meet you,
—JENNIFER—Christian came home after some time of Cally's leave. I was so engrossed in thinking about the possibilities of the Catherine, Cally told me about and the Catherine that met us in the cafe being the same person that I didn't even realise when he entered into the room. He came and stood behind me while I sat in front of the mirror brushing my hair, lost deep in thoughts. “ What has got you so lost, Princess?” I snapped up, surprised when Christian bent down and kissed my cheek before looking up at me. “ Hey!” My lips stretched up in a smile as he stood bending, behind me with his hands on both my shoulders.“ Is everything alright?” He asked, concerned. “ Yes. A lot.” I said, pushing his hands away and standing up to face him. He frowned, waiting for me to continue. “ First, you are ten minutes late and second,... These people don't have a single chocolate bar in their house.” I huffed, flipping the topic completely. I let the matter go away thinking that If there was
—JENNIFER—A deadly silence prevailed on the dinner table as the sudden tension replaced our appetite. A whole minute passed but no one uttered a single word. I slowly looked up from my plate to Christian and found him staring at me, frozen in his seat. I bit my inner cheek, going nervous under his stare. “ I-I’ll go get the desert.” Mom cleared her throat quietly and stood up to ease the tension. “ Dad, care to explain?” Anya spoke up, demanding an explanation from her father. “ I'm sorry, Jennifer.” I looked up at Matthew as he spoke up. Guilt was visible in his eyes. “ I'm really sorry for how I forced you. But I'm not sorry for what I did.” He sighed, looking at Christian. His stare turned into disbelief at his father's words. “ Dad?” Anya protested in disbelief. “ If this is the outcome, why would I be sorry for what I did?” He said, gesturing between me and Christian. “ I could see this from a mile away. So no, I'm not sorry about it.” Mathhew shrugged nonchalantly. “
—CHRISTIAN— I waited with a bated breath as James passed the papers towards Collins to sign and finalise the deal that we have been working for the past two months. He scribs his signature and I released a breath that I was holding before standing up in relief. “ Congratulations! I hope we both will have a great experience working with each other.” He said, offering a hand to shake and I smiled up in return with a nod. “ Thank you for putting your trust in me.” I gave a firm and assuring shake to his hand and he smiled back. “ Alright, see you tonight at the party.” He said and nodded before James walked him out with his annoying secretary who couldn't keep his goddamn eyes off me. I had barely taken a sigh of relief when my smile dropped the moment Jessica entered back inside. Her lips stretched into a creepy smile as she walked towards me, clearly in a seductive manner. My jaws went rigid as I glared at her.
—CHRISTIAN—Thinking about my life a few months ago, I could have never imagined that I would be walking behind my wife like a lost puppy in a shopping mall. But you see, everything is possible once you leave the ownership of your own heart. This one goddamn thing would take your soul and also the brain away from you along with it. Just one step into the universe of love and there's no going back“ Would you mind a wine coloured tie?” She asked, turning back with a wine coloured dress in her hands. I frowned not understanding what the colour of my tie has to do with all of this. “ Why so dumb Mr. Brown?” Rolling her eyes, she walked up close and pulled my cheek. I cleared my throat at her sudden stunt and knowing that the people around us were staring at us, I fell into awkwardness and gave her a look of disapproval. She shrugged giggling. “ Your tie will be twinning with my dress, Mr. Husband.” She said, raising her dress up and gesturing towards it, wiggling her eyebrows. “
—JENNIFER—I Twirled in front of the full length mirror and smiled seeing myself in the wine coloured bodycon dress. With another twirl, satisfying myself with my choice, I pushed open the door of the try room and headed to ask Christian if he feels the same about it. But my feet stopped the moment I stepped out of the room, seeing him in his explosive mood, ready to blast anytime. And the person under the danger of this explosion was his own mother, Lauren. The vein in his forehead was throbbing wildly, making me remember all the previous times when it was for me. But unlike my sacred self in these usual moments with my angry husband, that woman seemed to have a death wish. God, She was smirking, clearly challenging him about something. I was at enough distance from them to be unable to hear what they were talking about. So I decided to go and invade their explosive interaction. But then remembered that Christian had clearly told me to just avoid her wherever she is, even when sh
—JENNIFER—Giving myself a last satisfied look, I smiled and blew a kiss towards the mirror before heading out of our room. With a big grin, excited to see Christian's reaction after seeing me, I entered the living area thinking that he must be back by now. It was almost 8:00 PM and the party would be starting in a few minutes. Christia had asked me to get ready and wait for him as he had something important to get done before leaving for the party, so after getting ready early, he left. With my disappearing grin, I pulled out my phone and called him. The phone rang two times before the line went busy. I frowned, knowing that he had disconnected the call. Never in any urgent meeting, he had ever avoided my call, then what could be so important that he did this today? Contemplating, I called him again and he disconnected the call again. My frown deepened with the stress and some stupid thoughts that I tried to avoid. I paced in the living area, waiting for his phone call which
JENNIFER The next few days were spent with everyone celebrating my memory regaining and for our soon to be born child. Mom and Dad disclosed the whole truth about Catherine and I was just happy that they at least told me whatever it was. I was upset for being lied to but never angry. It eases their tension and we are back to normal. I looked at the clock and then towards the main door. With a sigh filled with disappointment, I had just turned back when the click of the door opening had me turning back again only to see my husband dearest entering with a bag in his hand. “You’re home.” I exclaimed, with a relieved smile while mentally thanking God. At first glance, he looked the same as when he’d left— black shirt, black pants, hauntingly beautiful face—but a closer look revealed the quiet storm brewing in his eyes. “You asked me to come home.” He watched, body still but gaze burning like an open flame, as I closed the distance between us. “So here I am.” His rough velvet
JENNIFER When I opened my eyes, my head felt heavy. It was hurting like someone had crushed it under a car wheel. With a wince of pain, I opened my eyes and the first thing I landed my eyes on was a pair of black eyes. Two moments of unblinking stare into those worry filled eyes before I took a sigh of relief. “ Christian!” I called out his name in my weak and hazy voice and saw him practically relaxing. As if a burden was taken away from her chest. “ Princess! You are awake.” His voice was filled with relief. “ What do you think?” I joked at his obvious question. A small sigh left his lips before a soft smile appeared as he bent down to kiss my forehead. “ You scared the shit out of me.” He murmured, straightening back. “ What? I don't remember anything?” I asked and he froze in his place. “ You don't remember anything?” He asked, repeating my words and emphasised on the last word. Now it was my turn to freeze in my place. I paused and all the events of the past
CHRISTIAN “Hello, Raphael.” I examined Jennifer’s stalker, who was strung up with heavy cuffs locking his arms and legs into a vertical spread- eagle position. Nails pinned his palms to the wall behind them, while black and blue bruises mottled his body like an obscene piece of abstract art. We were in the warehouse I’d bought for this specific purpose. Remote, soundproofed, and guarded enough that an ant couldn’t crawl across the floor without me knowing. Not all of my guys were okay with dirty work, which was fine. I only needed a few who were, and they’d done their job prepping the bastard for me. I couldn’t have him waiting too comfortably while I tended to Jennifer. My gaze flicked to the floor. A small pool of blood stained the smooth grey concrete. That was also fine. It will grow soon enough. Raphael’s face was so beaten up it was unrecognisable, but the heat of his glare made me smile. He had a bit of fight left in him. Good. That would make our session so much m
JENNIFER I slept in until almost noon the next day. It was the latest I’d ever woken up, but the previous day’s events had taken their toll. Even after a solid sixteen hours of rest, fogginess clouded my brain as I walked to the kitchen. Being drugged and kidnapped. Finding out my husband dearest has a brother about which I still have to ask him, Nearly dying, then getting rescued by Christian, and sort of/kind of making up with him. I’d had time to process, so it was easier to wrap my head around what happened, but yesterday was so surreal I still felt like I was walking on the edge of a dream. It was Monday, so I’d expected Christian to be at work. But when I entered the sun-splashed kitchen, I found him standing by the espresso machine, dressed in a black shirt and pants instead of his usual suit. I blinked with surprise. “You’re here.” I asked and he turned back swiftly as if pulled back harshly from another world. I guess I disturbed his thoughts. “It is my house,” he s
CHRISTIAN She’s here. She’s safe. I repeated the words in my head as I held Jennifer tight. Tiny shivers rippled through her body, and even though she was almost as tall as me, she felt fragile. Breakable. Fierce protectiveness burned in my chest. “It’s all right, princess,” I murmured. “You’re okay. You’re safe.” She buried her face deeper in my neck, her soft sobs twisting my heart like a wrung-out rag. Her hold on me felt like I was the only trustable and safe place for her. It felt like the old times, before her accident. It felt like I was holding her again for the first time in years, but this wasn’t how I’d wanted it to be. Not with her bruised, hurt, and terrified. Something struck my mind and my one hand automatically moved towards her belly. I felt my heart clenching in my chest at the thought of any possible harm to our child. The relief I’d felt at seeing her alive gave way to renewed rage. My cold gaze found Rapheal over Jennifer’s shoulder. He should pray t
Jennifer Lights washed across my vision at the force of the impact, but I didn’t have time to waste. I slammed my wrists down as hard as I could behind me until the frayed rope snapped against the protrusion. Luckily, Raphael hadn’t tied my legs, and I stumbled to the door. I almost made it before strong hands yanked me back. I hit the floor with a thud. Raphael pinned me to the ground and manacled my wrists above my head. “Let go of me!” I struggled against his hold. “You’re mine,” he said calmly, like we were at a picnic in the park and he wasn’t holding me hostage. “It’ll be so much easier if you give in, Jennifer. I don’t want to hurt you.” I couldn’t keep struggling forever. My energy was already fading, my muscles sore and my thoughts jumbled with panic. I turned my head a fraction to the right, and my breath hitched when I saw my purse lying a few feet away. My taser. I always kept it on me because since Christian forced me to do it. If I could only reach it… Raphae
JENNIFER A prickle of sensation dragged me from the dark, murky wells of unconsciousness. It started as a tingle in my fingers and toes. Then it was the hard press of wood beneath my thighs. Finally, it was the rough abrasion of ropes around my wrists and a pounding pain behind my eyes. I didn’t know what was going on. All I knew was, it hurt, and my throat was dry, and my head throbbed like someone had shoved a jackhammer or ten in there. Concrete anchors dragged down my lids. The darkness wasn’t soft and gentle like the gradual drift to sleep. It was endless and menacing, like the weight of the earth after being buried alive. I forced my lungs to expand past my rising panic. Breathe. Think. What happened? I struggled to sort through the day’s events. I remembered meeting my friends at the cafe. Morris running to the restroom. Nausea, dizziness, stumbling out for air…and the cold press of a gun against my ribcage. A voice, then blackness. Oh God. I’d been kidnapped. Th
JENNIFER A sharp stab of concern pulled my brows together. “Do you need to sit down? You don’t look so good.” Actually, I didn’t feel great either. My usual lethargy intensified and tugged at my limbs and eyelids. Morris’ face swam before me until I blinked the blurriness away. “Yes, I”—he gripped the edge of the table. “I”— his face turned ghostly white before flushing the crimson. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.” He bolted toward the bathroom. The door slammed shut. A second later, I heard the faint but unmistakable sound of vomiting. My own stomach twisted at the noise. I hoped we hadn’t gotten food poisoning, but something was clearly wrong. My vision blurred again. This time, blinking didn’t help. I stood, hoping the change in altitude would clear my head, but an instant wave of dizziness forced me back into my seat. What is going on? I’d only had tea and a pastry. Could you even get food poisoning from tea and pastries? Black dots danced in front of my eyes, and panic
—JENNIFER— As soon as our mouths collided, I felt colours bursting behind my eyelids, making them shut up automatically. Christian went frozen at my unexpected stunt and couldn't even move for a long moment. For myself, I was in shock about how the mouth of this cold man could be so warm and soft. I didn't give it any thought so I was as stunned as him at my own action and couldn't even move out of shock until I felt his hands coming up to grab my waist and he pulled me into himself. My body felt burns and chills at the same time where his fingers were digging into my skin in a firm but not painful hold. Suddenly I was too conscious about the things that his touch was making me feel. The pause we both took out of shock had me thinking for a moment that he would pull back but instead, he tilted his mouth and deepened the kiss with a sudden force that I almost lost my step. A gasp of shock couldn't find a place to escape me because of the way his mouth was perfectly occupying m