—JENNIFER— I spent a perfect weekend with Cally, Anya and Alex while watching movies and eating junk before all of us started to drift away to sleep. It was past 1:00 A.M. when my stupid, inconvenient stomach chose to growl loudly. Sighing annoyingly, I looked around to find all the clowns sleeping peacefully on the floor with their backs resting on the couches behind in the living area. My stomach growled again making me snort as I got up and headed toward the kitchen. I had just exited the living area and was about to enter the kitchen when the voice of clicking the door knob landed in my ears. My eyes snapped up toward the main door while my body froze in its place as a tall figure appeared there. My overthinking mind couldn't help but think of the worst scenario possible which had me standing there with a hitched breath. A thief?? Possibly!! The amount of money Christian Brown makes, it's not hidden from the world. From thieves, definitely not. The first thing that came to
—JENNIFER—I waved a bye to the trio with a hammering heart as the door to the elevator got closed, making them disappear. If only I could just go with them. I couldn't muster the courage to go back inside and face the person who's my husband now. It's been one week since our marriage but his absence kind of made me forget the reality that I'm married now. That too, to a person who hates me. Not that I've any different thing in my mind for him. “ Are you planning on sleeping outside?? “ Hot breaths hit my neck, making me jump at the sudden intrusion in my thoughts.I unconsciously turned back to face him and found him breathing down at me. His dark eyes staring in mine as if trying to make a way to my soul. His one brow was slightly raised and head tilted sideways.“ No. “ I mumbled before taking a step back then walking past him. Or, I tried. Because before I could, he caught my wrist and next I knew that I was pinned on the wall. His both hands were holding my wrists, not so tig
—JENNIFER—" What the actual fuck?? " Christian shouted from inside the kitchen, making me snap my head up to look at him. Didn't he already leave?? As the kitchen was directly in front of the dining table, I could easily see the devil standing in front of the opened fridge with shock. In a moment, he was fuming in anger with his hands on his hips. "What happened ?? " Marry asked, walking up to him with a frown. "Why is my fridge looking like a chocolate factory?? " He Barked in annoyance and spinned to look at me. And I, like the guilty that I am, sat straight up and looked down at my breakfast to escape his accusing looks. Suddenly I was so interested in my breakfast, as If I didn't even hear him talking about anything. Oh look, there's a potato!! I had never seen them before. I poked it with my fork and hot steam emerged from it. Ooh, would you look at it? How intriguing!! Feeling an angry pair of eyes at me, I cleared my throat nonchalantly, taking a bite of my food and
—JENNIFER—Waking up on Christian hissing and barking at his employees early in the morning has become my habit now. But it doesn't stop me from cursing him in as many different ways as I can. After Doing my routine of cursing him while heading towards the bathroom, I took a shower and got ready for my university. The last three days have been really hectic for me. I've been busy doing my assignments. And in all this, Christian and I've been on silent terms. We don't talk or even argue. He ignores me and I ignore him. It's kind of been easy for me to live here but definitely not favouring my survival. Talking is my LIVE language and being here silent all the time is not at all making me feel normal. Although I have made myself comfortable with the wall and bookshelf of my room to talk, I believe human interaction is also important to remind yourself of being human yourself. But, who am I even kidding with? I don't actually live with a human but a living rock instead. “ A hot as fu
—JENNIFER—When I took my first turn the person behind me also followed, confirming my doubt that I was being followed. Trying my best to not give away the impression of knowing this fact, I picked up my speed. I heard loud footsteps behind me, which made my heart beat faster. I felt a layer of sweat on my forehead as I walked even faster matching my own heartbeat. I was almost running by now and eventually couldn't stop myself from looking back. My heart thudded in my chest at the sight of the three men I had argued with in the mall. “Fuck!! “ Cursing myself for my stupidness, I literally ran this time. I had shopping bags in my hands which made it even more difficult for me to run for long. The hell I'm throwing away my Santa caps!!Eventually my steps faltered when another turn came. But before I could fall and break my face, I was pulled with a strong grip on my arm and pushed into a dark alleyway. A loud shriek wanted to escape me but another hand muffled my mouth making it d
—JENNIFER—Christian instinctively pulled me behind him and covered me from their unhinged sights. Ignoring the way my heart had skipped a beat, I gripped onto his shirt.“ Give us the girl and leave without even getting touched, pretty boy. “ One of them spoke up, making me cringe. “ For fuck's sake! Do I look like a pretty boy? Can't you see these damned muscles? “ Christian deadpanned at him as if calling him a ‘pretty boy’ was the most concerning thing here. But on the other hand, I was relieved that at least he's not going to just take his opportunity of getting rid of me. “ Are you challenging us for a fight?? “ ‘ The bumped man ‘ spoke up again, cracking his knuckles. “ Definitely not. I don't like her enough to get my expensive shirt ruined. “ Christian answered in a bored tone, making my head snap to him. “ Are you out of your damn mind?? “ I hissed in his ear, tugging him backwards by his shirt. “ Don't tell me you thought I would be doing all the action Jackson for yo
—CHRISTIAN—I fought the urge to break something, but there was nothing in my sight except for the woman who is my wife now. Though for most of the time I just want to snap her neck but it won't be very favourable for my public reputation. I raked my hair for the sixth time in the last two minutes as I struggled to get the word out of me. But I guess, apologising is not made for me. It's a foreign concept to me. But her thanking me for saving her life had pushed me into guilt for over reacting on our engagement day. A day before yesterday I met Alex and he told me about the situation he found Jennifer in that day or I might say that he blamed me for her condition and had threatened me to apologise for being an ass to her. These were his words and although I care a damn about his threat, I just can't stop thinking about whatever he had said to me and here I am, finally trying to do the unimaginable. But her growing smirk is not helping the case at all. “ Are you,.... Trying to apol
— JENNIFER—It was another day of waking up because of the devilish husband of mine. But unlike the other days it wasn't him barking over the phone but his sickly sweet smile and closeness to me in my dream. And it has to be the shitiest dream in the history of my shitty dreams. Another difference was that it was still midnight. As if last night wasn't enough to fill in the quota of my embarrassment, he had to come and scare me in my dreams also. That too, in this weird way that I think I was liking. Arghhh!! For fucking sake. My broken sleep was definitely not bringing out my bestest mood. And whenever I'm in a bad mood, I get hungry. So cursing the handsome devil and my stupid mind to have dreamt about him, I headed for the kitchen. My heart dreaded to step into the darkened lobby but a small reflection of light coming from Christian's study gave me a little relief and a pat to keep on walking. When I entered the kitchen my feet stumbled seeing a tall silhouette there. A gasp l
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