“Good evening, Ma’am,” Blake greeted me, his tone formal yet polite. He unlocked the gates, allowing me to step inside before closing them again.Blake is the Security Head of the Bradfords. He was younger than I in terms of age—two years to be exact—but his intelligent, piercing blue eyes and the way he carried himself made him appear older than his actual age. He was polite all the time, yet he had this impenetrable wall surrounding him, letting no one get close enough to know what lies within his hard exterior.Furthermore, he had been working at the Bradford Mansion for nearly four and a half years, and yet I had never seen him smile. He always wore that impeccable expression on his undeniably handsome face.“Good evening, Blake,” I managed to reply politely. Blake was tall, nearly six feet two inches, or perhaps even taller than I thought he was, making me look up to meet his gaze.“Is Grey inside?” I added in a hushed whisper, even though there was no one nearby to hear my quest
When he strode out of the cellar, he found Natalia on her feet, looking at the display of books on the shelves, pretending to admire them, although she was obviously bored to death just looking at them. He’d known Natalia for almost all his life—nearly twenty-two years, to be exact—and he knew what kind of woman she was. They grew up together, were childhood sweethearts, and went to the same school. She became the cheerleading captain, and he became the football star. Everyone thought they were amatch made in heaven. So, Grey thought too, until the day he was supposed to get married to her, and she left him waiting at the altar.He had been blindsided by lust and something he initially thought was love, failing to see her true colors. Natalia was a wolf in sheep's clothing. It took him twenty-two years to realize that. Now that he was twenty-seven, he looked back to five years ago and found himself grateful she left him because if he had been with her during those five long years, hi
Damn it to hell. He cursed under his breath, calculating the time left before the drug overtook his whole system. Once it did, he wouldn’t be able to think properly. Even his ironclad self-control would be of no help once the drug took full effect.Liquid ecstasy affects the system twenty to forty-five minutes after consumption and lasts three to four hours. But the liquid Natalia must have poured into the bottle of wine without him knowing was likely of high caliber since he could barely think straight now, and his erection was as hard and stiff as stone.Five more minutes, and his mind and body would be beyond his control. He had to do something before Natalia could accomplish her evil plans. But he felt so hot—so hot—as though his whole body was set on fire, and he was having a hard time solving his enormous problem, particularly the bulge inside his trousers.He cursed under his breath and turned his fists into balls at his sides. With what was left of his self-control, he fought
I was hurrying up the grand imperial staircase when the sharp cry of the emergency alarm blared furiously from the ceiling speakers, shattering the peaceful stillness of the mansion. Shock jolted me from my deep, racing thoughts and abruptly whirled me back to reality.I pulled to a stop in the middle of the staircase, my fingers tightly gripping the handrail for support. Reeling from shock, I took a deep breath to calm my jumpy nerves, then released it with a deep sigh. I repeated the inhale-and-exhale process until my pulse returned to normal.Did a burglar enter the house? That was the first question popping into my mind as I pulled myself together. Alerted, my eyes sharpened at the thought as they surveyed the expanse of the house in search of a man I imagined wearing a black overall, his face covered with a cloth to shield his identity.There was no one in sight. That’s what I thought at first, then I saw a woman fleeing down the left staircase. Her scarlet silk gown looked utter
I hadn't been sitting on the couch for long when my head started to spin. Lowering the wine glass, which I was surprised to find still in my hand, I cradled my head. I’m not the type of person with a high alcohol tolerance, and yet I'm neither the type to get drunk after one or two servings of wine. So, why was my head spinning so badly? I asked myself, trying to shake the dizziness away, but regardless of what I did, it wouldn't leave me.Suddenly, my body felt warm. I was still wearing my vest, so I decided to take it off. Inhaling sharply, I allowed the icy blast from the air-conditioning unit to ease the warmth inside me, only to be disappointed when it didn’t.What the heck is happening to my body? I murmured, rubbing my neck, which felt warmer than normal.Grabbing the remote I found under the second layer of the glass table, I tuned the air conditioning unit to the coldest temperature it could go, then waited for my body to cool down. I waited and waited. The room turned into a
My chest tightened, and I could barely breathe while I imagined what they must have been doing before I arrived at the Bradford Mansion. Crying would do me no good, reason told me. Opening my eyes, I wiped the tears from my cheeks with my dry fingers. I heaved a deep sigh, then straightened my spine again. My thoughts drifted back to Grey. I wondered where he was now because I hadn’t seen him since the moment I entered the mansion. Certainly, he hadn't left. I saw his car parked in the driveway, and I didn't see him leaving either. Is Grey in his bed now? Asleep? Should I confront him about Natalia? I am his wife, so I am entitled to do so. After a brief moment of contemplation, I decided to talk to him first thing tomorrow morning. I couldn't do it now anyway, with my head so confused and dazed. A full eight hours of sleep would make me feel better tomorrow, and my mind would be much clearer by the time I spoke to him. Granting myself a favor, I finally pushed him out of my th
I inhaled his sweet, manly scent again and filled my chest with it. He was like a drug—delicious and addicting. I kissed the crook of his neck, tasting the sweetness of his skin that smelled like my favorite bath soap, and wondered if he had used it. The muscles in his neck stiffened. He groaned when my tongue slithered to his ear, teasing it, then my teeth sank into it.“You’re killing me, Lily,” he whimpered, fists clenching the sheets.I ignored him.With eyes bright with sensual mischief, my fingers curled tightly around his smooth, sleek hair, teasing and pulling the soft strands between my fingers. My body seemed not to belong to me anymore. It felt as if a wild, ferocious beast had taken over. Tonight, the meek Lily I had known for years disappeared. Replacing her was a bold, hot, and relentless woman. My sane mind would never have had the courage to do what I was doing now.Crossing the gap between our faces, I boldly bit his lower lip. He shut his eyes tightly as he reveled i
An hour later, Grey Bradford opened his eyes. Perhaps he’d been dreaming all along, he thought to himself, forcing his eyes to open and expecting to find himself alone in bed. Shifting his gaze to the right, he found Lily lying on her side like the goddess of the moon, sleeping naked under the gleam of the soft moonlight.He caught his breath in his throat as his gaze swept over her angelic face. She was so beautiful even when she was sleeping. Lily could wear a rag, but she would still be lovely in his eyes.The sight of her nakedness set his whole body ablaze with fire once more. Swallowing hard, his fingers moved to touch her cheeks. He brushed aside the stray hairs that covered her face, gently caressing her soft cheeks with his thumb. Her sleepy eyelids fluttered open in response.“Grey?” she murmured. The sound of her sleepy voice was like music to his ears.“Did I wake you up?” he asked, although he knew he did.“Not really,” she replied, her lips stretching into a gentle smile
**ONE YEAR LATER**Days had turned into weeks, weeks had turned into months, and the months had turned into a full year, but the bouquet of flowers, boxes of chocolates, and romantic letters never stopped coming. Not even for a single day in the entire year.With the amount of effort Grey had put into his courtship, it was hard not to soften and fall for him even more—especially when he visited home every single day to continue what he called “courtship service,” which included being a gardener, a car repairman, an electrician, a plumber, and sometimes a cleaner.I once told him it wasn't necessary for him to do anything like that since we are in modern times. Men no longer woo women and their families by doing house chores, but Grey was stubborn and wouldn’t stop. He told me it was his way of showing respect and dedication to me as his wife, so I allowed him to continue what he was doing and just enjoyed the moment while he was at it.After his ceaseless dedication, Grey's hard work
A few seconds later, the soft voice coming from the bed made Grey and me abruptly pull away from each other so we could look at the bed. We both saw our son looking at us. My heart jumped, and I immediately went to Dylan’s side and grabbed his hand.“Mama.” It was the first word that came from his lips. The sound of his voice made my heart swell with joy. Despite being away from me for years, he had never forgotten that I was his mother. I was so happy that tears welled in my eyes. From looking at me, Dylan’s eyes shifted to his father. He opened his small mouth and, in a soft voice, mumbled, “Papa.”Grey's throat moved as he swallowed hard. I could tell by the way he sucked in a deep breath that he was trying to contain his emotions. “Yes, my little boy, papa is here,” Grey replied, his voice thick with emotion as he spoke. Crossing the small distance between him and the bed, he gently pulled Dylan into his arms. He was trying his best not to burst into tears, but his eyes clearly sh
“For our children, Lily,” he replied, looking me straight in the eyes.For our children… Yeah, for Isabelle and Dylan… But was that enough reason for me to stay? I thought to myself, wanting to actually hear him say that he wanted me to stay with him because he loves me.Grey continued, “I know if you leave, you will take the children with you, and God only knows how long it will be before you return here so Dylan and Isabelle could be with me again. I know I could visit them anytime if you're in Europe, but it wouldn't be enough for me because I want to be with them all the time… I want them to have a complete family, which I never experienced in my life.” His eyes filled with even more emotion as he said those words.Even though I never experienced having an absentee father and an abusive stepmother raising me, I knew that it wasn't easy. To say it was hard was an understatement. Perhaps ‘hell’ would be the right word to describe the situation.Grey had the luxury that everyone want
The room was quiet and still, and for a moment, I thought I was alone. However, when I opened my eyes, I saw that my whole family was inside the room. The only one missing was my grandmother, Leilani, who I bet wasn’t allowed to leave the house considering the time of the night. Slowly, I got up from the sofa. As I did so, I cast a brief glance at the wall clock and was actually surprised to see that it was past three in the morning, which meant I had slept for a straight two hours. Feeling refreshed despite the short hours of sleep, I felt somewhat relaxed, and as the rollercoaster events of last night rushed into my thoughts, I realized how surreal it felt, as though what had happened was only a dream.My gaze surveyed the room, looking for Grey, but he was not inside Dylan’s room.“Lily,” my mom called after she finally noticed I was awake. Everyone in the room looked at me, and they all wore the same worried expression on their faces. I bit my lower lip at the sudden rush of guilt
Grey said nothing. I expected he would snap and lash out at me for keeping the truth from him all this time, but his silence was the reaction I didn't expect. The lack of reaction on his handsome face filled my chest with tension. I would rather see him angry and furious than see that blank expression on him.I held my breath, waiting for him to say something, but even after a minute passed, he didn't open his lips. The only sound I could hear was the hum of the monitor and the thunderous sound of my heartbeat as I prayed he would express how he felt.Please speak… Get mad at me… Lash out at me… Those were the words I wanted to tell him, but I couldn't let them escape my lips.The silence that seemed to go on forever was shattered when he finally opened his lips. “Why did you keep the truth from me, Lily?”His achingly soft voice left a sting in my heart. I bit my lower lip, folded my hands in my lap, and kept the tears from falling down my cheeks as I replied, “It was the best thing
The police finally arrived. Too tired to even move, I stayed in my place. I didn't know how long I'd been seated on the ground until I heard footfalls approaching behind me. Without looking back, I knew it was Grey. I just knew it was him.“Lily?” His soft voice confirmed my assumption, and he pulled to a stop beside me, kneeling on the ground. I raised my tear-streaked eyes to him and saw panic and fear shining through his hazel-green eyes.“Is Dylan alright?” The words barely emerged from his lips. He looked at me with a wretched expression on his face. That must have been the same look on my face when I first thought Dylan was gone.“He's still weak, but Dylan is alright, Grey,” I replied, warm tears flowing down my cheeks in abundance.Grey slumped beside me. The weight he seemed to carry heavily on his shoulders disappeared as he let go of the breath he wasn't aware he was still holding. His hands covered his face, and he stayed that way for a while.“Grey?” I called weakly, wond
Ash landed on the floor, groaning in pain, blood leaking from the grievous wound in his right shoulder. He thrashed and cursed under his breath as he struggled to stop the bleeding, but the pressure he applied wasn't enough to stem the crimson liquid from flowing.All the while, my hawk-sharp eyes remained fixed on him. Just in case he tried to attack or escape, I'd shoot him—not in the shoulder this time, but somewhere more fatal so he wouldn't be able to move again. My fingers were cold and shaking, yet I didn't move the gun away from him for a second, fearing he would take the chance to grab the weapon from me and reverse the situation.“Untie yourself, Grey,” I told him. My eyes remained locked on Ash as I removed the ring from my finger and tossed it to where Grey was seated. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him pick up the ring, push the button, and the dagger popped up. He began to cut the rope with the small dagger. “Damn, how did you manage to cut the rope with this?” he mu
The shot reverberated inside the room, mingled with the sound of my own horrified scream. I closed my eyes and waited for the pain to strike. I even expected blood to flow from my injury, but there was nothing. Counting a few more seconds, still nothing happened. No wound and no pain. Reluctantly, my eyes opened, and I found Ash looking at me with a sinister grin on his face. The terror he saw in my expression pleased him in a horrible way. He crossed the distance between us and pressed the muzzle of the gun against my temple.The moment the cold, hard metal touched my skin, terror swelled inside me until it grew to the size of a monster. I could barely breathe. Without looking in Grey's direction, I knew he was feeling the same way, watching the gun pressed against my temple. The deafening sound of my heartbeat resounded in my ears, and I wondered if the two men could hear it too. Perhaps they couldn't at all, but I felt as though the world had stopped turning, and the only sound I c
My lips began to tremble. The deafening sound of my heartbeat resounded in my ears. This isn't happening, I told myself as my gaze remained locked on Natalia's dead body, which resembled a pale mannequin. She sat upright on the sofa, her long hair cascading down her shoulders and falling to her lap where her fingers were crossed. She looked alive and dead at the same time. I even tried convincing myself that it wasn't her, that it was just a mannequin, but I couldn't fool myself.I swallowed deep and hard. My eyes snapped shut. I counted to ten, then opened my eyes again, but she didn't disappear, which I had expected. She looked so real, and the thought alone sent shivers down my spine because I knew I would end up just like her if I didn't escape from my captor.“Holy shit,” Grey hissed under his breath in pure disbelief as he finally managed to get up and followed my gaze. “It's Natalia… It's not a mannequin like I thought at first,” he added, confirming my biggest fear. I was stil