Elizabeth’s POV My stomach growls. I chuckle, rubbing my hand on my tummy. “I know, baby.”I step back into my—the—room and close the door behind me. I head into the bathroom, brush my teeth, and soak myself in the bath for about fifteen minutes. I then walk into the room, dry my body, sit before the dresser and rub cream all over. After I’m done, I walk into the closet and choose a set of comfy Burberry sweatshirts and joggers. I smile to myself in the mirror and head downstairs. The aroma coming from the dining table fills my lungs as soon as I reach the foot of the staircase. My stomach growls in response to the enticing invite and I shuffle my feet into the dining area. The dining table is long—the longest I’ve seen in my over twenty years on earth. Is this a common room or something? Or a palace? Damn.Right above the long dining table is a stunning crystal chandelier. I ogle at it—it’s so mesmerizing. The moment I tear my gaze away from it, my eyes land on the breakfast o
Elizabeth’s POV I’m not concerned about my safety here, I want to get out. Dammit!“You shouldn’t worry about your safety here.” Alexa adds, with a note of pride. “The men are also top tiers. You should come see them sometime when they train.” She blushes and resumes walking.Damn. There’s no way for me to escape from this hell.“But how come… are we in a jungle?” I drag my feet after her.She giggles. “It’s an estate. A veryyyyy big one. And Mr. Ethan owns the estate.” She lays emphasis on ‘very’.It must indeed be verryyyy big. After showing me around a little while longer, Alexa leads me back into the house.“Oh! Meet AI.” She grins, gesturing at a lovely looking robot.What in hell?! It’s so lovely. How come I haven’t come in contact with it since I got here?“Hello!” I wave my hand in the robot’s face.Immediately, I feel a red horizontal line project from my head to my feet, as if scanning me.Then, I hear a beep. “Stranger. Alert.” Wait, what? Did the robot just say that? Wow
Elizabeth’s POVI bite on my bottom lip, immediately hating myself for snapping at her. Alexa’s friendly, but I have to do what I have to do. That man can’t just kidnap me and expect things to be alright. Never.Since I only want to do some retouching, there’s no harm in it. Right?“I’ll get the paints.” Alexa speaks, breaking my chain of thoughts. “Good! I love that.” I grin at her.Alexa turns to head downstairs to go do as she’s instructed, but my next words make her stop in her tracks, abruptly.“You’ll be getting fifteen buckets, each of wine and black paints.“ I watched her turn around and stare blankly at me, question marks written all over her face.“You heard me right. Those two colors will make everywhere spicy.” I giggle. “Hum, I don’t think that’s a good idea ma’am. Mr. Ethan wouldn’t like that at all.”I’m irritated again. “And who the hell are you to tell me what he’ll like or not?” Alexa looks down at her feet, biting on the corner of her lips. My heart throbs. I kn
Ethan’s POV“Sir, isn’t it a bit too early today?” Arthur asks with widened eyes. He’s obviously shocked that I’m leaving the office at this time. I take a peek at the Rolex wristwatch strapped around my wrist, it’s a quarter to eight.My mouth presses into a thin line. “What’s too early about this time?” Come to think of it, I’m always overworking. The first to get to work, and the last to leave—me.I own this office, as well as many others in the state. I’m the boss but I work my butt off tirelessly—even more than my employees—everyday. Why? Something must be done about this. As I step out of the elevator with Arthur right behind me, an image of that girl’s face flashes through my eyes for the umpteenth time today. I shake my head, chuckling. While in the conference room, her face kept popping out of nowhere. Even while I was working in my office. To be candid, I think she’s the reason I’m going home early right now. I want, badly, to see her face. The way she looks with that
Ethan’s POVHell, who had the audacity to ruin my hallway in this manner?“I did.” I turn around in fury and see Spitfire standing behind me.I almost can’t believe my ears. Hell! “With whose permission?” My breath rages.***Elizabeth’s POVAfter taking a thorough bath, scrubbing all the paint off my hair and body, I dress up and head downstairs for dinner. When I pass through the hallway, I can’t help but grin at the mess I’ve made. But somewhere in my heart, I feel anxious, and nervous. When I sit down at the dining table and start to eat, I hear the sound of a car driving in—his car. My heart skips a bit and I immediately lose appetite, forgetting how hungry I was a second ago. A wave of panic rushes within me, causing my hands to tremble. Thinking about it, I haven’t thought things through. I don’t know what his reaction will be once he sets eyes on the walls…‘What if he feeds me to the dogs?’‘What if he murders me?’'What if he plucks out my eyes and feeds them to the dog
Elizabeth’s POVThis isn’t the reaction I was expecting. Not this response. Not this reaction. Not anything that’s happening right now!“Thank you for adding warmth to the house.” He grins. “You see, we’re really fit for each other.”“Before you came into my life, the house felt cold and empty. Now, look what you’ve done—added warmth and life to it.” I dig my fingernails into my palms, my heart beating hard with mixed feelings. I absolutely don’t know what to do or say right now. What’s this, really? What’s happeningI watch as his gaze wanders around the hallway again, satisfaction written boldly on his face. “Did you hire someone, or did the guards help you with it?” He asks lovingly.I’m completely tongue tied. “She did it all by herself. I didn’t know you’d like it sir. I almost stopped her from doing it, thinking it would upset you. But the look on your face right now says otherwise.”I glance beside me and see Alexa. I have no idea when she got here. Ethan laughs deeply at A
Elizabeth’s POV But my heart, that stupid thing, makes me take slow steps forward. “Ethan?” I call out silently, stretching my neck as I look around.But there’s no trace of him at all. I call out his name again, yet no response. I’m fascinated by his room's interior decor. Surprisingly, I find that a part of me is excited to be in his room. Yuck. My brain tells me to leave right now, but I take two steps forward instead. I begin to take in every detail of his room. The walls are grey and black. What’s it that he has with grey? His bed is huge—way bigger than mine. His walk-in closet is presently wide open. Inhaling deeply, I take precise steps and walk in. It’s also really huge inside. Very spacious, and the clothes in here are never ending.Business suits, tuxedos, plain shirts, tees, ties… they hang in an unending row without creases. Then, free pants, jean trousers, joggers; they are all well arranged like those in luxury stores.His shoes are so many, ranging from slip-
Ethan’s POVShe throws daggers at me with her eyes but I can almost swear she almost burst out into laughter just now.“Spill, Spitfire.” I urge her. I see her brows knit as she elevates her chin to meet my eyes, looking at me calculatively before she speaks. “Can you please not punish them? Please?” Her forehead creases with guilt plastered all over her face. “It’s really not their fault. They tried to help but I stopped them from doing so.” Even like this, she looks so adorable. Just so we can be in this position for a little while longer, I lift my hand and rest it on my jaw, humming, as if I’m thinking; while my gaze remains on her face. “Should I punish you instead? ‘Cause I told you to talk to Moana or me if you need anything, didn’t I?”She looks down at her feet like a guilty spoiled child. More adorable. I find her little acts tempting. I can take her right here and now. “I’ll take back my words on one condition.”She looks up at me with twinkling eyes. “Sleep with me
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