As soon as my brother was out of the picture, it was a flurry of events happening all at once.I found myself being bundled up in a car with black tinted windows. I fumed silently but was resigned to my fate. After all, I had brought this upon myself hadn’t I ?Luckily for me, Alex wasn’t with me . Instead it had to be one of his lackeys, sitting with me in the back seat of the car.“Where are we going?” I asked the man but he only grunted and looked away from me . I bit my bottom lip, feeling like I was nothing but a doll. Do this, go there, do that. I absolutely hated it and was resigned to it.“Fine, don’t tell me,” I muttered looking away from the man. Then all of a sudden, the car stopped. I frowned, looking out the windows. There weren’t any sort of buildings around here. my brows furrowed. What was their plan-?Before I knew it I saw nothing but darkness, as a bag was shoved into my head. I tried to scream but then I heard the man’s gruff voice. “Boss’s order
As the blond approached Ayla, she rudely asked, "Can you dance at all?"The way she spoke made it clear that she saw Ayla as nothing more than a piece of trash. Despite this insult, Ayla remained calm and collected. She knew that in this underground world, filled with heartless and cruel people, rebellion could have dire consequences. With a soft sniffle, she avoided making eye contact with the blond and responded firmly, "I will show you when it's time."Ayla's ability to stand up for herself in the face of disrespect was admirable. It seemed as though she had been thrown from one difficult situation into an even worse one but she refused to let it break her spirit. Her determination to prove herself as a dancer despite the harsh environment surrounding her was something to be admired."I will show you when it's time," Ayla declared with a determined glint in her eyes."Hmm!" She smirked, her confidence evident as she appointed Maria to assist her through the intricate routines
Stumbling into the house in my short, red glittery dress, I crashed to the floor but was caught just in the nick of time by Maria , one of the helpers. “Young Miss, did you drink again?” Maria asks me but I just let out a long laugh.Grabbing Maria ’s cheeks into my palms, I squish it. “You have such chubby sheets” “Do you mean ‘chubby cheeks’?” Maria questioned. A wide smile plastered across my lips as Maria’s words made more sense than mine. “Yes! That!” “Do you still have time to stand there and correct her grammar?” A loud male voice boomed by the end of the hallway; it belonged to Alex . He had this angry expression all over his face but I didn’t care. Not one bit. I was equally angry at the man Alex was that I needed to drink so badly and ended up drunk; again. “Hurry up and take her to her room and help sober her up!” He ordered sternly, giving Maria a jump scare. “Y—Y-es, s—ir” Poor Maria stuttered, helping me up to my room. But as we bypassed Alex , I halted in
Something in his gaze made my pulse pick up, something dark lurking in its depth. “Those scars,” he murmured. “Did your Alex create them?”Oh. Now I understood the look. “No,” I said quickly and without thinking put my hand on his. His eyes cut down to our hands then back up to me. “He never hit me. He wouldn’t. He adores me.” That sounded vain, but it was the truth. Alex was certainly a violent man, but not to me.Jaxon chuckled. “I can see why he does.” I bit my lip, surprised by his words. “Who gave you those scars then?”“When I was young, I loved to climb trees. We had a few old tall trees in our garden. I loved to climb them. I wasn’t supposed to, but I snuck out all the time. One time I didn’t pay enough attention and fell down. I broke a few bones and got cut up by a thorn bush beneath the tree. That’s it. Dad cut down all the trees after that.”“You make it sound as if Richard is a good father, which contradicts the opinion I’ve gathered on him as a human being in genera
I stood frozen, staring down at the little girl. What had just happened? Hailey had struggled against Jaxon’s grip as if she was terrified of him. And for a moment, Jaxon had appeared as if he was on the verge of losing control.Fleefoot kept barking downstairs, but Lisa quieted eventually, probably because Jaxon had taken her out of her crib. Remembering last night’s mess, I squared my shoulders and squatted before the little girl.“Hello, Hailey. I’m Ayla.”Hailey looked at me with miserable milk-chocolate-brown eyes. Her caramel-blond hair was a tousled mess and even looked knotted in places, as if it hadn’t been combed properly in a long time. “How about we get you ready for the day?”She didn’t react, only stared. My stomach tightened. This kid was hurting. Her mother had died only a few months ago, and her dad was obviously overwhelmed by the situation. I didn’t know what had happened, didn’t know the extent of Hailey’s trauma, but it was obvious that she needed help. She l
An arm wrapped around my stomach and sharply pulled me back so I was pressed to a hard body. Jaxon’s palm pressed flat against my belly, holding me in place as he leaned down. “You will change now.”The low command vibrated through my body in a way that thrilled and scared me.“What’s your problem?”“My problem is that you keep disobeying me and that your skirt is far too short when I’m not around.”I laughed. I couldn’t help it. The miniskirt might be short, but the tights were opaque, and my sweater certainly didn’t scream sexy vamp.“I’m not joking,” Jaxon growled.I laughed again. “You’re being unreasonable.”Jaxon turned me around, one arm around my waist, the other cupping the back of my head. It wasn’t an intimate, loving gesture. It was dominance. “Don’t fight me on this. Not this. I won’t have you around men in that skirt when I’m not with you. Understood?”His eyes burned with angry possession. I probably would have said more, but the sound of Hailey’s game reminded me tha
Hailey watched me, open-mouthed. I stroked Fleefoot’s fur and his face filled with longing. Remembering Jaxon’s words about her snapping, I decided not to let him touch her for now. Both needed to heal before they could really become friends.Hailey fell into step beside me as I crossed the living room to the French doors. The cold November air wafted into my face. Staying inside, I set Fleefoot down on the terrace. For a moment, she didn’t move, only raised her nose and let the wind tug at her fur. Then she stormed off. My heart skipped a beat thinking she was trying to run away. Instead, she just ran, twisting and turning like a hare. She ran and ran and ran, as if she was delirious with her newfound freedom.Hailey stood close to me, following everything with childish wonder.I squatted beside her, even as the uncomfortable fabric of my pants made it difficult. “She’s happy, see?”She nodded but didn’t take her eyes off Fleefoot. Hailey and I stayed like that for almost ten minutes
I was left alone in the kitchen with Hailey still perched on the pillow, now with the tablet on her lap, and Lisa who squirmed in her high chair. These two kids were now mine to take care of. The weight of the responsibility sat squarely on my shoulders as I watched them. I didn’t feel like a mother. Would they ever accept me? Maybe I should lower my expectations and start by becoming their friend. That was the first step.I approached Hailey and smiled. She eyed me curiously. “Hello, Lisa I’m Ayla.” Some of the banana oatmeal she’d had for breakfast stuck to her cheek. I reached for a tea towel and wetted it with water before I wiped at Haileys skin. She squirmed but didn’t cry. I marked it down as a small victory.“All done,” I declared. “Now we need to get you out of this chair and ready for a shopping trip.” I grabbed her under the arms, lifted her out of the chair, then balanced her on my hip like I’d seen other people do. She was silent, but her eyes had become big; she wasn’t