GraceTristin’s hand clenches into a fist. I watch as he steps back, running his fingers through his dark hair, the way he always does when he is trying to control his rage. My chest tightens, and my heart pounds harder by the passing moments. A server carrying a tray of glasses passes by me, and without thinking, I grab another glass of wine. I lift it to my lips, and Tristin’s hand shoots out. Too late. I down the glass in one gulp, the sharp burn moving down my throat. He snatches the glass from my hand and slams it onto the tray. His eyes darken some more. Now, I can sense him vibrating under that dark suit, just on the verge of exploding. “ Really? ” His voice is low and controlled—dangerous.I shrug, and my heart misses a beat as he steps forward. The air thickens around us. He grabs my arm tightly, but not tight enough to hurt, and starts dragging me towards the exit. “ Tristin… ” I begin, but my words die in my mouth as his grip tightens, warning me to keep quiet.The ro
GraceI lift my gaze, and meet his blue eyes. He is disgusted—a voice whispers in my head right away. I kissed him. I knew he felt disgusted around me after what happened, and I still went ahead and kissed him in front of everyone. And like a good husband, he didn’t let me embarrass myself. Shame claws at my chest. I bite my lip so hard it starts stinging. I drop my gaze to the pavement and wish he just goes inside so he doesn’t have to witness my walk of shame.But he is more stubborn than I like.A moment later, his shadow covers the lights around me, and his black, shiny shoes come into my view. “ What happened? ” His voice is low and sarcastic. “ Were not you trying to act like a teasing, happy wife just some time ago? Did you lose all that courage already? ”Tears burn the back of my eyes as my head drops even lower. We didn’t even talk properly after that morning in the cabin, and I don’t know how to take it…now that I am beginning to sober up. He just left me alone without
GraceMy hand lowers to his collar, and this time, I don’t trace his skin, I just hold on for dear life and try to avert my gaze.“ Look at me. ” He hisses, still holding me in his arms, still trying to suppress his fury. “ did I not tell you about what a cheat my father was? Did I not tell you how much I fucking hated how he cheated on a new woman every fucking week, and destroyed every single life in our house?! ”I flinch and tighten my grip over his collar. My lips quiver, but I don’t look away from his fire-filled eyes.“ And you still…believe…I would do the same to you? You believe I would repeat that cycle? ” His voice rises, making my chest tighten.I flinch again and force the words out. “ I am sorr— ”“ I wouldn’t have done it to my wife even if I had married for business. ” He notices the slight fear that reflects in my eyes and lowers his voice. “ And you think I could have done this to you? Even after you know…I loved you? ”Cold crawls down my spine. Everything stills in
GraceIt all happens so fast. One moment I am sitting in his lap, and the next, he slams me into the bed. His legs force my thighs apart and his hands hold my wrists above my head.Tristin draws his head back and I gasp. “ I am sorry. ”He presses his face into my neck. I feel his ragged breaths warming my skin until he exhales so close to my ear. “ I don’t need it. ”A heaviness settles onto my chest. We remain like this, his fingers digging into my wrists and his weight over my body, crushing me under him. “ I don’t know what else to do, Tristin. But I know…I don’t want to lose you. ” I choke out, my mouth drying. “ I…love you so much. I can’t be without you. ”The moment those words are out of my mind is the moment he pulls his face out of my neck and stares at me. My heart misses a beat as I see the rage, the pain in his eyes. “ Tristin. ” I whisper.“ I hate that you have made me this way. ” He murmurs, his voice husky. “ so out of control. So desperate for you. ”There is no t
GraceTristin doesn’t give me the time to adjust before he pulls out and thrusts back in, easing himself deeper than before.My walls clench around him as pleasure clashes with pain. My thighs shake but he continues. In. Out. In. Out. His hips snap into mine, his teeth sink into my bottom lip, he drinks my moans, my sighs, my whimpers.His eyes have a craze—something I have never seen before. And his actions become rougher and harsher.Suddenly, he pulls out and grabs my hips. Before I can cry out, he flips me to my knees and, without giving me the time to breathe, shoves his length inside me again.I cry out, my hips jerking up and away from him but he pulls me back. His pace fastens until I can’t keep track of his movements.“ Tristin— ” I struggle to catch my breath. “ It’s too…It’s too rough. I can’t— ”Tristin cuts me off as he grabs my hair and pulls me up. I gasp, the burn spreading on my scalp. My back presses against his chest. His length fills me deeper, faster. “ Do you
Grace“ Sore? ” He rasps against my ear as I lie curled up on my side, my back facing him.I don’t know how many times we have done it. After he took me from behind, he turned me on my back and had his way with me again. Then, he laid me down flat on my stomach and kept driving in and out until I was begging him to stop.I never knew he had this side to him. He has always been so sweet and gentle and nice, always putting me first whenever we are in bed.“ On a scale of one to ten, how sore are you? ” Tristin asks when I don’t reply.My throat feels scratched after screaming so much and my legs ache as if they are going to fall off any moment. And my insides? I think something is rubbed raw in there, burning and satiated at the same time.I grumble under my breath. “ Hundred. ”“ Good. ” He whispers right away, and his hand grabs my bare hip to pull me back into him.“ Are you not done yet?! ” I scream before I can stop myself, my breaths growing labored again.I feel like crying becau
Grace“ Pathetic…isn’t it? ” Tristin drawls, his hand caressing my thigh as he continues to move on that easy rhythm, slowly bringing pleasure instead of rushing it. “ Pathetic because you don’t want to hurt me? ” My hand reaches for his face, fingers brushing his cheek.“ Pathetic because…you can say and do things to hurt me but I can’t do the same. ” He grunts, his eyes growing half-lidded with pleasure.I lick my lips, feeling the waves of pleasure hitting me in soothing waves. “ I…never want to hurt you, Tristin. I love you. ”“ And how many times have you really said it in our three years of marriage? ” He rolls his eyes, his pace picking up as we draw near ecstasy—a pleasure tinged with pain. “ it’s always been me. I move around you like a dog who is eager to wag his tail at someone who doesn’t give a damn about him. ”“ Don’t say that. ” I cup his cheek, my brows furrowing. “ I…am sorry. I love you. I can…say it every day. I will—I will make sure to— ”His lips press on mine b
Grace“ Grace— ”“ Don’t call me that. ” I interrupt and press my forehead against his chest before his glare burns a hole into me. “ Please don’t start calling me that now. I hate it…but it’s true that I have had a very bad experience before, Tristin, and every time a problem arises, or you stop calling me by the nickname…I get scared. I can’t help it. It’s…rooted in my head that I am useless, that I am not worthy of anything good and… ”Before I can continue, Tristin grabs my hair, tilts my head back, and slams his lips over mine. I gasp, my breath whooshing out of my lungs. He doesn’t push his tongue in my mouth, but he presses our lips together so hard that a shudder runs down my spine. “ I love you. ” He pulls back and breathes. “ If I wanted an heiress, I would have married one. If I wanted someone else, I would have married someone else, Little Butterfly. But I married you. Because…you are you. And I love you for who you are. ”“ What is there to love— ”“ If you are going to
GraceI pick up the phone and press it against my ear. For some moments, silence sounds from the other side.I remain still, my muscles still, and my breath lodged in my throat. I can recognize him even if he doesn’t say anything to me, and just continues to breathe into the speaker.“ Tristin. ” I whisper, running a hand through my hair.He remains silent. I close my eyes, and release a heavy breath, my body shuddering. The moment of silence takes me back to the last time I talked to him before going to meet Ethan.When I had asked him to trust me, he had told me he would always do that.Just when he had begun to wonder what I was being emotional about, I told him what I had planned to do.‘I want to give Ethan what he wants. ’ That’s what I had said. ‘If he has me close, he won’t hurt others. He will…stop controlling our one son to hurt another. He will back off as long as I am with him. And while I am at it, you can find out who is working with Ethan, and I can find out how he is
GraceEthan’s Grandmother has always been a symbol of terror in the family. Despite her old age, the silver hair, the sunken eyes, she exudes a kind of aura that makes one squirm. She was the spitting image of her own son, who had died years ago—Ethan’s father. The man who had the reputation of a devil back when he was alive. I shake my head, breaking myself out of my thoughts. So, she is here. That must mean she is already mentally torturing her grandson.My lips twitch. What a weakness to have your own grandmother breathing down your neck and threatening your position with every word she speaks.As expected, when she stares at me a little longer, her eyes turn cold. She has never liked me. That’s why Ethan had sent her away when we got married. But he was still powerful back then. Now, after being sent to jail, and ruining the Calder Corp, I am not sure he can still call himself the powerful leader he once was.“ You lied to me. ” She hisses and moves past me to go confront Ethan
Grace“ You killed my sister. ” I state as a matter of fact, and feel a chill down my spine at the lack of any emotions towards the truth.“ You wanted her gone. ” He blinks, his face becoming a mask of calmness again.I swallow the bitter taste in my mouth and shake my head. “ that doesn’t change the truth. You murdered— ”“ Your so-called husband is not better than me. He is even worse. He had planned on killing your whole family from the start, and he would have done it if I hadn’t. I did you a favor by keeping your beloved’s hands clean of your family’s blood back then. ” His voice rises, frustrating etching into his features in the form of a deep frown.My breath catches in my throat. “ but he didn’t do it. ”Ethan’s frown turns into a cold smirk. He taps the table with his forefinger, falling silent for a moment.At that moment, a wave of coldness washes down my back, leaving me shuddering. Why the change of emotions all of a sudden? “ You know….and I know…it was never about Li
GraceMy phone keeps ringing. The familiar names on the screen just send a pang in my chest.Mom.Ania. Luca. Mary.Everyone has called. But Tristin has not. He must know everything by now and he won’t call me. He will never accept what I have done to deal with the mess Ethan was creating.Sighing, I turn the phone on silent and look out the window. Years ago, when I was still married to Ethan and under the illusion that he was falling for me, he had planted roses in the garden behind our house. When we fell apart, and Lily came back, he just ripped everything out and threw it away like it meant nothing.But now, the flowers are back. The garden looks so eerily similar to how it looked years ago that it gives me the ick. Even the things in the room—the decorations, the clothes…everything. It’s in the same place where I used to keep it. It’s like I have stepped back into the nightmare I barely escaped. The door to the room opens, and the familiar footsteps grow closer. I don’t t
GraceI groan, the pain in my arm registering before a strong headache. I try to move, but it’s like all my energy has drained, leaving me weak and helpless.Slowly, I take in a shuddering breath and look around. The room is too familiar. It makes me want to throw up, just so I can get the strong disgust out of my system.“ Did I faint? ” I murmur, glancing to my right. As expected, Ethan is sitting on a chair beside my bed, staring at me closely. I lift my brows, trying to judge his emotions from the look he is giving me but failing.Something is strange in his gaze.“ The doctor said you barely avoided the artery. You could have died… ” Ethan whispers, his gaze unfocused. A frown settles between my brows. I look down at my bandaged wrist before shrugging.I was not aiming to die, but…He should believe…I can go through it if he continues to push me around. This is good for special effects.“ Do you believe how ready I am now? ” My eyes narrow as I smile at his dazed face.Ethan pu
GraceI knew talking to him would be like talking to a wall. He will not be moved, and won’t understand what I am trying to say. He will just want me to do what he wants.“ My son has a father. He doesn’t need another. ” I murmur, then lean back on the couch. “ Then we have nothing to talk about. ” Ethan smiles, as relaxed as ever.He doesn’t feel an ounce of guilt over what he is doing. Instead, it’s like he feels proud that I am beginning to crumble under the pressure.Is this what…he calls love? I think it’s more of an obsession. I am the woman he once had, and he can’t bear that I am with someone else now. That’s all this is about. An obsession to get back someone that belonged to him before.“ I want you to stop now. ” I tell him, my head more clear than before. “ That wouldn’t happen unless— ”“ I want you to stop, Ethan. It’s enough. I don’t want to fight with you anymore. ” I clench my hands into fists and release a slow breath. “ You want me to go with you. Let’s go. I wil
GraceWhen you want to truly defeat someone who knows you better than you know yourself…You need to do something you would never usually do.And that’s what I am doing. I walk through the corridor of the VIP club, slowly approaching the private room I booked. Unlike my expectations, I don’t feel an ounce of fear. My heartbeat doesn’t escalate. My hands don’t shake. And my back never hunches. It’s like I have abandoned all emotions, and chosen to become a robot. As I reach the black double doors, I pause beside them. In the wall-length mirror, I stare at my reflection.I am wearing a plain black dress—something someone would wear to a funeral. It has a V-neck and reaches below my knees. It’s simple enough to not make him think that I was eager to meet him.I nod at myself and flip my hair to my back before entering the private room. Instantly, the familiar scent of an expensive cologne hits me.The control I had over my nerves slips, leaving me standing in the doorway for a few mome
GraceAs soon as Tristin and I enter our room, he grabs my arm and turns me around to face him. I continue to stare down, at his rapidly heaving chest. A sudden chill runs down my spine as the scene from last night flashes before my eyes. Ethan…can even harm my son to the point of no return. He had him kidnapped, and now he can even have him…No…“ What is happening inside that head? ” Tristin cups my cheek, and pulls my face up. “ why did you suddenly apologize? Why did you— ”“ Do you believe what I told you? ” I interrupt him, my voice barely a whisper.Tristin’s blue eyes peer into mine as if searching for something. I wait for him to hesitate, to avoid my gaze or give me any indication that he also believes I was dreaming last night, or worse, trying to implicate a child. But he just sighs and rests his forehead against mine.“ I told you from the very first day. That child was raised by a snake. He can never…come out all pure after spending so much time with someone like his mo
GraceThe maids look for the knife everywhere they can, but after hours of search, they return…empty-handed. I sit by the window, just watching the sun rise in the distance as Mom questions the maids. After receiving the answer she wanted, she turns to me smugly.“ What do you have to say about it now? ” She asks, and I have nothing to say.I can only think in silence. My doubt has been confirmed. Someone in this house is helping that child do this. Was it Serena who planted this mole or was it Ethan? I couldn’t tell for sure before, but now, that doubt is cleared too.It has to be Ethan. Because Serena is gone as Tristin told me. And so, she can’t give any more orders, can she? So…Ethan Calder is still pulling the strings.He planted someone in our house, and she helped that boy get to my son’s room, without getting into the video of any CCTV camera installed in the corridors. Even the knife Sebastian used disappeared as if it never existed.The only person who ever saw that boy