CHRISTIAN—I glared at the man tied in the chair in front of me. I was holding my patience with cotton thread, ready get this fucker unskinned.Exhaling deeply, I looked at my James and signalled him for my last try. He understood immediately and ran outside the room only to come back after a moment with a sharp blade in his hand. I took it from him and moved towards the chair of the traitor. He was bleeding from nose, lips, and had various cuts on his face. I still hadn't touched him, this all is my men's doing. “ Last chance, only for the sake of your loyal four years with me. And then, I'll show you what I do with a traitor. Tell me who else is involved in this?? “ I kept my voice low but dangerous. He was Carden, the man who had worked in my company for around five years and had been loyal to me. So I knew for the fact that there was someone else backing him up. And for the fact, I knew that Lopez doesn't have balls to get inside my walls. It has to be someone close. Someone f
—Jennifer—The audacity of that motherfucker!! I felt I was some object, the way he pointed at me, the way he rejected me. If I had stayed another minute there, I might have ended up killing that bastard. But since I knew that there won't be any books in the Jail, I dropped that plan. It's been three days since our visit to Brown mansion and thank the hell that Matthew hadn't contacted after that. Keeping Christian's dagger-like words aside, I was all happy about the drama that happened there. At Least I don't have to marry some rich motherfucker brat now. So now I do believe that ‘Whatever happens is for the best’After submitting the form of my Master's In Literature in the university, I and Cally headed to the nearest cafe. “ Jeez!! Did you drop your common sense in one of your shitiest books?? “ She asked and regretted Immediately calling my books shitiest as I slapped her head. “ Shut it up!! “ “ Seriously Jenni, Who the hell refuses to marry such a rich, hot man. He's the
—JENNIFER—The next week was spent peacefully with me joining my new college and spending the weekend with Cally and my new college friends. I also completed two more romance novels and most importantly I didn't get to see that rich brat or his annoying father. But as they say, It was calm before the storm. I stared blankly at the entrance of my house where Mathhew Brown was giving instructions to his brought servants to place the gifts in our living room while Mom, Dad and I stared at him in disbelief. “ Yes, Perfect!! I guess. But If you think they are going to get in anyone's way then please tell where else they should keep the gift, Mrs Wingsley. “ Mathhew addressed my mom who was still standing frozen in her place. My Dad cleared his throat before staring deadly at a man who has been a pain in our asses these days. “ What do you think you are doing, Mr. Brown?? “ “ What?? I've brought gifts for my to-be daughter in law. “ He grinned, walking up to the couch of the living are
—Christian—Life couldn't get more disappointing than this. Every plan that I had made for myself is being shattered one by one. First my project that I've been putting my whole life in was stolen, then dad's obsession with my marriage and that too with a girl who I can't even look at without raging. And even If it wasn't enough, Dad's threatening me to kick me out of business, the business that I had built, being on his side for all these years. The fuck I will let it go!! “ I don't care, I need an assurity that you won't back out. ““ Do you want a written statement, Dad??” I was annoyed. “ No, just a tiny tainy engagement. “ He grinned at me as if these were the most normal words. Inhaling deeply, I forced a smile. “ I will do that, just give me some time to get to know her. “ Translation: To make her back out. I can argue with him and I know I can get my way in the business but I'm a little concerned about him since he got into that accident a few weeks ago. Never something
— Christian—My life, my destiny, my plans, everything is betraying me. Never in this time of my existence had anything ever gone this badly opposite of me. And since my fate was on some kind of bet with someone, it's breaking all the records to get worse. I wanted to meet that girl and make her back out of this marriage. But I was so caught up in Dad’s accident video and George Lopez that I couldn't even find a single spare second to meet her. The week flew by in a blink and now I had just one day to convince her. Telling James to postpone all my meetings for today, I drove straight to her house. Now please don't ask how I know where she lives!! Stopping the car in front of her house I scanned its appearance. It doesn't seem to belong to a very rich family but was quite classy. My eyes wandered left to right, only to halt at particular brown long hairs. There she stood on the balcony, playing with a cat. A dazzling smile plastered on her face as she talked with that little thing
— JENNIFER —The car stopped at the entrance of Brown Mansion and I stared outside. Everything was decorated so nicely that I couldn't stop myself from awing. People were walking here and there, taking pictures. Unlike what they had told about the engagement being a private event, I can only see people all around. Even so many guests are still arriving. Between all this crowd, my eyes met with a particular black deep set of eyes which were already staring at me through the window from afar. Christian was talking on his phone, his expressions not pleased at all. An angry scowl was marrying his face and I couldn't understand how the hell does he always manage to look hot. Dressed in a black tuxedo, with his hair nicely settled towards the back, he was looking extraordinarily gorgeous. I didn't know if it's his handsome features or luxurious lifestyle that makes him attractive. But I can't deny the fact that he does look handsome all the fucking time. I tore my gaze away as the door to
—JENNIFER—“ Oh please, You used to spend more than half of the day with me. '' Alex scoffed. “ Because YOU were always swinging on my back, forcefully. “ Christian replied, giving him a pointed look. “ I don't know how I even put up with you for all these years. “ Alex huffed. “ I should be saying this. “ Christian snorted in disbelief. “ Please ignore him. He can be an asshole sometimes.” Alex said, ignoring his best friend's comment and turned back towards me. “ I doubt about ‘sometimes’ “ I mumbled, definitely not for them to hear, but unfortunately they did. “ I can totally agree on that. “ Alex and Anya laughed while Christian glared at me from the side. “ I'm still here.” He grunted. “How unfortunate!! “ I mumbled again. Not caring if they heard and waited for another laugh but the laughter never came as Alex and Anya turned their heads to look at Me and Christian continuously. “ Wow!! I'm loving this.” Finally Alex spoke up and We both frowned. “ Love, what?? “ We
—JENNIFER—I sucked into a sharp breath when he started walking towards me, without breaking eye contact and within a few moments, he was standing in front of me with his hand extended. I stared at him then at his hand, which was waiting for mine to be placed on him. My head was suddenly blank, unable to tell what I should do when I was suddenly pushed towards him gently. I gasped, landing straight into Christian’s arms. He had held me quickly, before I could tumble over my own dress and fall on my face. Regaining my balance, I stepped back a little and turned to find all the eyes fixated on us. Heat creeped to my cheeks at the unwanted attention.I realised that it was Anya who pushed me, seeing me all frozen in my place. I was pulled back from my thoughts when Christian grabbed my hand and started dragging me towards the stage. I was unable to meet up with his speed, partly because of the dress and partly because of these bitchy heels. People, who were looking at us lovingly a m
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