"Hi, I’m Ethan Moore. You're mine from this moment onward," he declares, holding the car door open for her. “What?—” Elizabeth exclaims. “Get in the car,” Ethan commands, unfazed by her protest. “What—I don’t even know who you are—you think having a baritone voice can make you stand in front of me and spout rubbish from that godforsaken thing you call a mouth?!” Elizabeth's irritation is palpable. Ethan smirks. Nice, she’s got a sharp tongue—he likes sharp tongue. Turning to the nearest bodyguard, he orders, “get her in the car.” Meeting Elizabeth's gaze, he adds, “if she resists, throw her in the trunk.” .............................................. Pressured by his parents to marry, Ethan Moore is forced to kidnap a stranger. He offers her a deal to pose as his wife whenever necessary. *** All Elizabeth Claire wants is to escape the clutches of the crazed billionaire who kidnapped her. She tries various tricks to break free, but her attempts are thwarted when…
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"Hi, I’m Ethan Moore. You're mine from this moment onward," he declares, holding the car door open for her.“What?—” Elizabeth exclaims.“Get in the car,” Ethan commands, unfazed by her protest.“What—I don’t even know who you are—you think having a baritone voice can make you stand in front of me and spout rubbish from that godforsaken thing you call a mouth?!” Elizabeth's irritation is palpable.Ethan smirks. Nice, she’s got a sharp tongue—he likes sharp tongue.Turning to the nearest bodyguard, he orders, “get her in the car.”Meeting Elizabeth's gaze, he adds, “if she resists, throw her in the trunk.”Elizabeth almost loses it. Did the guy just say to throw her in the trunk? Her, Elizabeth Claire? Is she some piece of garbage?Having said his piece, Ethan steps into the car and sits calmly like he isn’t about to abduct a stranger.Having a family that insists he brings a wife home is exhausting. They don't care about his happiness; all they want is a wife, no matter where she comes from.Ethan sometimes wonders if they expect him to find one on the streets. Well, he practically did just that.Like many billionaire bachelors, Ethan Moore finds little time for himself amidst the constant stream of business trips and obligations that come with running his father's company.So, Ethan's parents are eager for him to find a wife, someone to stand by him. Their main goal is grandchildren, about five as his mother often mentions. But to have grandchildren, they need a woman. Ethan can't have children on his own, hence the need for a wife.His parents, who fell in love and married willingly, don't want to impose any of their family friends' daughters on him, fearing it would lead to a loveless marriage for their son.But when they realize he's not willing to comply, they threaten to set him up with Anna Campbell, the one and only.Ethan can't stand her. She's arrogant and constantly seeking attention. Being an only child and heir to Bell Magazines, she's extremely spoiled.Anna never misses a chance to vie for Ethan's attention whenever possible.Whether it's at gatherings or social events, she flaunts her artificial charms, batting her long eyelashes and casting seductive glances his way. It's all nonsense.One of the reasons he dislikes her is that Anna doesn't hold a candle to his mother. Ethan's mother is calm, collected, and reserved.All Ethan desires is what his parents have—their love, their bond.He's aware that Anna is only interested in becoming the lady of ENQ Company. She's obsessed with the fame and title that comes with being his wife, not with actually being his wife.Anna annoys him to no end, and he'd never be with her, no matter what. Even if it means resorting to kidnapping a stranger, as he's doing now. He'd choose anyone over Anna Campbell.Elizabeth stands her ground by the car, ignoring the bodyguards urging her to get in. "I refuse to get into this damn car!"She briefly considers running for her life, but she knows it's futile. They'd catch up to her before she could take five steps.Who are these people, Elizabeth wonders. Why is today turning out to be so cursed? She just finished defending her best friend from some harassers, and now this?Elizabeth realizes she can't possibly stand up to these bodyguards; there are too many of them, and they seem like professionals. Besides, she's already worn out from fighting those thugs.Arthur, Ethan's personal and most trusted bodyguard, closes the gap between him and Elizabeth. In an instant, she finds herself hoisted onto his shoulder."Goddammit! Let me go! Put me down!" Elizabeth screams hysterically, pounding his back with her small fists. But the man remains unfazed.It becomes clear that he's as solid as a brick wall, and she's only wasting her energy.Elizabeth quickly closes her mouth."Okay, wait. Please, put me down," her voice turns meek and sweet.Arthur's eyes sparkle, complying with her request, hopeful that she'll willingly enter the car.Elizabeth awkwardly clears her throat when her feet touch the ground, watching Arthur cautiously from the corner of her eye. She edges closer to him.Standing on tiptoe, she whispers in his ear, "How much did he pay you? I can pay you even more. Just please, let me go. Name your price."Arthur scoffs quietly, muttering a curse under his breath. Does she not realize who his boss is? Funny.Without a word, Arthur sweeps her off her feet and tosses her over his shoulder again, then drops her into the trunk. He had intended for her to sit beside his boss at first, but since she's unwilling, the trunk will do. At least she'll be alone, free, and comfortable.He slams the trunk shut and locks it before getting into the driver's seat. His subordinates join the convoy, and the vehicles begin to drive out of the rural area.Throughout the drive to Ethan's mansion, Elizabeth doesn't stop banging against the inside of the car trunk, cursing and yelling at the top of her lungs.For some unknown reason, Ethan doesn't find her outburst annoying. Instead, he finds it oddly amusing.In fact, it's precisely Elizabeth's spirited defiance that initially caught his attention and drew him to her. Her fiery spirit is something he finds captivating, a quality that sets her apart from the monotony of his usual encounters.*** Earlier that evening, after finishing his discussion about transferring land ownership for a new project with the sellers, Ethan needed to relieve himself urgently. With no other option in the slum, he sought out a secluded spot.Approaching a narrow alleyway, he noticed a group of men surrounding a small woman. She had striking emerald green eyes and fair, clear skin.All Ethan wanted was to sign the transfer papers and leave the slum as quickly as possible. So, he proceeded to relieve himself, completely ignoring the situation.Ethan’s POV"Ethan, don't speak to your father like that," Mum chides gently.I turn to face her. "I'm disappointed, Mum. I want what you both have—genuine love, a real marriage. Why won’t you let me have that?""It's not as simple as you think. Our circumstance was different," Dad interjects firmly."How so? Just because Mum was from a wealthy background and so were you too? But ‘cause Spitfire’s an orphan and not wealthy, our love isn't genuine? Do you think she's after my money? That's absurd!"Dad clears his throat uncomfortably while Mum avoids eye contact.As I expect.Shaking my head, I exit my office, ignoring Mum's plea for me to return.So, it turns out my parents are the ones behind Spitfire leaving me. They've been the ones causing me this unbearable heartache all along, while I've been wrongly blaming Spitfire and resenting her.Strangely though, the more I resent her, the deeper I find myself falling in love with her."Arthur, find out everything about the day Spitfire l
General POV"Sir," Moana approaches Ethan's bed with purposeful strides, being cautious not to spill the juice in her hand.On the bed, Ethan lies still, almost lifeless.Moana gently sets the glass cup on the bedside table and settles on the edge of the bed, sighing.Ever since Elizabeth left the house, Ethan hasn't been himself. It started when he returned from that night, having gone to Elizabeth's apartment. Upon his return, he headed straight to his bedroom, gathered a few important items, and had his chopper land on the rooftop.Without saying a word to anyone, he departed in the helicopter.It was only later, when Moana placed a call to Arthur, his personal assistant, that she learned he had flown out of the country.Since then, Ethan only returned home a couple of days ago.Initially, Moana thought that with Ethan being out of the country, by the time he returned, he'd have forgotten all about Elizabeth and returned to his normal self. However, that hasn't been the case since
General POV"Um, I want to thank you for putting in so much effort into this, so far..." Elizabeth begins, her voice tentative.The day she left Ethan's mansion, Derek somehow got wind that she was back in town. He showed up at her doorstep that night, his face bearing visible bruises from the other day Ethan battered his face. He apologized profusely for everything and begged for a second chance.Elizabeth didn't agree immediately. However, after days of Derek persistently pleading with her, she finally relented."You have to work to earn my trust," she told him firmly.With a mix of relief and excitement, Derek agreed to her terms, eager to prove himself worthy in Elizabeth's eyes.“I know that for the past few weeks, you've been making an effort to show me that you've changed. And I appreciate that. It's not often you find someone willing to grow and improve," Elizabeth acknowledges.Derek's grin widens. "Exactly! So, are you ready to give us another chance? To go back to how thing
Ethan's POVI scrutinize the envelope Moana is holding before reluctantly accepting it. With cautious fingers, I tear it open and extract a crisply folded letter.My pulse quickens as I unfold the paper, torn between disbelief and apprehension. What if this isn't a ruse? What if Spitfire truly has left me?As I delve into the letter's contents, a weight settles in my chest. Exactly what Moana just told me Spitfire had said is the summary of what's in the letter.Damn it."Sir," I brush past Moana, unwilling to entertain further devastation.None of this is true. The letter is a fabrication. Spitfire would never abandon me. She's content here—with me.Stepping outside, I snatch the Maybach's key and slide into the driver's seat, determination surging through me. I refuse to accept these falsehoods.With the engine roaring to life, I peel out of my driveway onto the deserted road.Spitfire would never.I race to her apartment building, every heartbeat a thunderous echo of my anxiety.Pu
General POVFor a moment, the room is consumed by a heavy, oppressive silence.Finally, Elizabeth nods politely. "I understand, sir."Slowly, she turns and heads upstairs. She hadn't come to Ethan's mansion with anything but herself and her phone, so she picks up her phone from the bed. However, as she makes to leave the bedroom, she collapses on the bed and bursts into hot tears.Elizabeth can't believe this is happening to her. Again. All her life, she's been cast aside by everyone. She doesn't fit anywhere. She's never fit anywhere, anyway.After a couple of minutes pass, she cleans her face with her clothes and stands up on her feet. With one last look around the room, she opens the door and steps outside.Returning to the living room, Elizabeth finds Ethan's parents still seated in the same positions she left them in.Anna is also now seated, a triumphant smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth as she watches Elizabeth.Elizabeth goes to stand before the couple and then bows low
Ethan’s POVMy heart skips a beat upon hearing her words."Spitfire..."Before I can continue my sentence, I feel Spitfire's lips crash into mine, and we engage in a hot, intense romance.This one's totally different from the ones we've had before. This one's filled with feelings, raw and passionate. It's like we're confessing our love for each other with our actions.We tear off each other's clothes in a flash. And as I'm about to inch down to pleasure her, Spitfire stops me with a light squeeze on my shoulder.Her gaze doesn't leave mine as she lies back and slowly spreads her legs wide for me, nodding gently.Fuck."Are you sure?" I whisper.Spitfire nods again.Fuck.I lean in and kiss her deeply, focusing all my attention on her mouth. With one hand, I guide my cock to her pussy, rubbing the tip against her entrance."Are you sure?" My voice is barely audible as I ask this question again, my eyes searching her face for any sign of hesitation. But there's none.She nods.Without w
Ethan’s POVOh, fucking hell. I have no idea when I close the space between me and Spitfire. I signal for the gates to be opened, and as soon as I step outside, I send He-goat sprawling onto the ground with a punch to the face.Who the hell does he think he's talking to?I crouch low, grab the collar of his hideous shirt, and start hitting him hard in the face.No one talks like that about my woman. No one.Spitfire rushes to my side and wraps her arms around me. "Please, stop. Just leave him," she pleads, sobbing softly.Aw.I bite my bottom lip hard, releasing He-goat's collar. His lifeless body slumps onto the ground immediately, his face battered and bloody."Don't you ever in your life speak of her in that manner again, you worthless piece of shit!" I send him a death-threatening glare and curse him in Italian, “capro!”Spitfire's body is quivering terribly as she leads the way inside. However, I'm still too angry to even try to comfort her. Plus, there's blood all over my hands
Elizabeth’s POV"E-Ethan, you're back?" Anna stutters."Are you insane? Have you forgotten you're in our home," Ethan glances at me as he speaks, "and not yours? You dare to raise your hand at her—my fiancée?! Where did you get the audacity from?! What are you doing in her workspace?!"Anna winces in pain as Ethan's grip grows tighter. Tears form in her eyes, and I can't help but feel sorry for her."You're hurting me, Ethan," she whispers in pain, struggling to break free."Know your place, Anna. This is the last time I'll be nice," Ethan says firmly, releasing her."Ethan..." Anna sobs."You hurt me because of this..." She throws me a hateful glare that sends a chill down my spine before stomping out of the workshop.After she's gone, Ethan's facial expression softens as he glances at me. "Are you okay? You aren't hurt anywhere, are you?"I shake my head, studying his face as if searching for something amidst his protective demeanor. This man, his constant guard over me... he's stirr
Ethan’s POVGrudgingly, I climb out of bed and make my way to the bathroom for my regular morning routine—pee, brush, and shower.After dressing for work, I head downstairs. Spitfire won’t stop bugging me about not going to work these days. She knows I started working from home because of her and she feels guilty.So, I’m back to going to work daily. Before leaving the house, I check up on Spitfire. I knock on her door, but she doesn't respond. As much as I want to just open the door and... well, I stop myself.She needs her space. She's probably regretting what happened last night... She must be consumed with embarrassment right now.With an inaudible sigh, I turn away from her door and head downstairs.Moana hands me a cup of coffee as usual, and I stride outside, sipping it thoughtfully. However, as I reach the door, realization hits me, and I turn back around immediately."Has she left?" I demand as I stride back towards Moana.Moana shakes her head in response.Damn it!"Where
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