—CHRISTIAN—“ I was in love with her. But her only goal was money.” I saw Uncle stealing a sneaky glance from Aunty as he said those words. She was trying to look unbothered but her eyes couldn't hide the discomfort that arose at the mention of another woman. “ We were in a relationship for more than over a year when she suddenly decided to break up. That time was going really difficult for my business and I had faced a big loss and immediately after that she decided to leave me. Later I found out that she was now with another rich man. Nancy and I were childhood best friends because of our parents' friendship and when our parents decided to turn the friendship into a relationship, we both agreed and got married. After a month of our marriage, Catherine came back to me and lied to me that she was pregnant with my child and she wanted another chance. It was my mistake that I didn't tell Nancy about it and believed in Catherine's lies when she said she wants to start a fresh life with
—JENNIFER—It was shocking, unbelieving and confusing at the same time to see Catherine here. My last meeting with her wasn't fine at all. She was behaving weird and wanted to tell me something. But Alex and Christian interrupted us and Christian took me out of there.I had totally forgotten about all of this because of my birthday. But now again Christian and Alex are trying to keep me away as if they don't want me to meet her. It was all so suspicious. But what was even more weird was the way Mom and Dad were standing and watching her eat the breakfast as if she was the owner of this house and they were some uncalled, unwanted guests.They were looking anxious and afraid and it was so uncomfortable to see them like this. So I decided to put an end on all this drama and suspense. “ Get aside.” Pushing both Christian and Alex aside, I headed toward the dining area but was pulled back by Christian. The argument we had after that made my doubt to be strengthened that there's somethin
—JENNIFER—I thought I hadn't heard her right.“ Sorry?” So I apologised, asking her to repeat what she had to tell me. “ I'm your mother, Jennifer. Your biological mother who kept you in her womb for nine months. Who had given birth to you.” She answered, palming my cheek which I would have swatted in right that moment if I wasn't in this state of sudden speechlessness. I couldn't register her words for another whole minute and kept staring at her. Until a diamond ring on her finger pricked into my cheek, bringing me back to my senses. I blinked my eyes several times, trying to push away the sudden blurriness before swatting her hand away, roughly, taking her by surprise. “ What the hell? D-Do you even know what you are talking about?” I yelled at her, stepping back. “ I'm speaking the truth, Jennifer. You are my daughter, my blood.” She said, stepping ahead to reach me but I immediately took several steps back and grabbed Mom's hand, who was crying, God knows why. Stepping behin
—CHARITIAN—I raced towards Jennifer just like everyone as she stumbled backwards. She raised up a hand to stop her Mom and Dad from going near her. But thankfully I reached her before she could fall. I looked down at her swinging figure in my arms, only to find her unconscious. Panicked rushed through everyone as they gathered around her with concern. “ Jennifer!” I called out, stroking her cheek with my palm. “ What happened to her?” Her Mom reached quickly as her hand grabbed Jennifer's hand in a tight concerned hold. “ I guess, She's shocked. Let's take her to the room. Alex, Call the doctor.” I said, picking her up in my arms and headed toward the room, walking past a shocked figure of her dad, he was standing stuck in one place, immovable. I quickly laid her on her bed and made her position comfortable, before removing her sneakers. I sat down on the bed beside her and reached up to hold her hand with my quickened up heartbeats. It was really difficult to watch her laying l
—JENNIFER— When I came back into senses and opened my eyes, it was dark again. I looked around to find myself in my room. No one was present there but Cally's phone on my bed, told me that she had been here which was confirmed when I heard shuffles from my bathroom. Holding my aching head in my hands, I sat up on the bed, leaning my back on the headrest. I tried to remember what happened to me that ended me up here but it only made my headache worse. It took me another more minute before all the flashes of this morning entered into my head one by one. Tears started to dwell into my eyes, making my sight blur. My heartbeat quickened and I was breathing so heavily as all those words that Catherine said started to echo in my head, making the pain increase. LIE! EVERYTHING WAS A LIE! I hiccuped with the tears, feeling difficult to breathe. I reached to the side table to take a glass of water but my hand froze right there when my eyes fell on the photo frame of me and Mom-Dad. I loo
—CHRISTIAN—I held her hand tightly as the nurses and ward boys dragged the stretcher through the hospital corridor on which she was laying. Jennifer, My wife. Her eyes were closed because of the unconsciousness and her forehead was smeared with blood. All those scratches on her face and body were driving me so insane that I felt like killing someone. “ Sir, You'll have to wait outside.” The doctor said as they pushed the stretcher through the ICU and I had to stop outside. I didn't want to leave her hand but it slipped slowly out of my hold before they closed the door. I was left standing there empty handed and for the first time in my life, I felt my eyes glistening. I stepped back, looking at her face through the glass door of the ICU. It felt like my own life was on a death stake. And I would not survive if something happened to her. For the first time in my life I realised that there is someone for whom I can die If she's not with me. I was wishing that whatever happened to
—CHRISTIAN—I opened my eyes at a gentle touch on my hand and looked beside me, only to find Cally sitting there. Her eyes were fixated down and following her gaze, I realised that she was applying ointment to my knuckles that I had hurted about an hours ago. “ I'm fine.” I said quietly, trying to pull my hand away but she grabbed it strongly to pull back on its place to continue what she was doing. “ I can see that.” She replied before wrapping a cotton bandage around my knuckles but then stuck to knot it at the end.I kept watching her trembling hands struggling to knot the bandage for a few moments until I sighed and grabbed her hand to stop trembling. “ Calm down, Cally.” I said, meeting her eyes which were still wet with tears. “ I can't. I can't see her like this. I feel like I'm dying.” She could barely whisper before the tears were back, rolling down her face. “ No one's dying, Okay! Everything will be fine. She'll be fine.” I said, gentle pulling into my shoulder. I don
—CHRISTIAN—My phone started ringing and I pulled it out of my pocket to find that it was Jennifer's Dad. He has been calling since this morning on Jennifer's phone too and I had to switch it off finally.I know I can't ignore him anymore but I also can't tell him the truth until Jennifer's out of danger. He is a heart patient and I don't think he'll be able to take this news easily. The doctor has said that these twenty four hours are really crucial for her. If she wakes up within this time she would be out of danger otherwise there are chances of her going into a coma because of the severe injury she has gotten on her which had damaged her brain very much. It's already been nine hours but she still has not shown any single sign of consciousness. And I didn't know what I should tell her parents about her, so I disconnected the call and, sighing, I leaned back. Only sat up straight once again when the phone started ringing again. Knowing that they would have been restless since la
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