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ALARIC’S POVI have been so shaky around her all day. So nervous, and uncomposed. All my life, I always did things with a plan so I would know what to expect. However for once, my brain was all foggy. All I wanted was to just be with her, around her, inside her, and above her. It felt so weird to be around her, especially after what I told her friend.What does she think of me? Does she hate me some more?I could tell that she was drawing back a little, putting some distance between us. “Would you love to take a dive?” I asked curiously since she was still fully dressed. I had on a free short on.She clutched onto her green shirt. “Ummm, I don't think so. The weather…It looks like it will rain so.” She let out in a breath and I stared hard at the clear sky and then back at her.“It doesn't look like it will.” I said and she nodded, staring at her feet as she drew circles in the sand with them. “Did I do something wrong? Say something, maybe.”“No. That's not it. It’s just.” She drag
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ISABELLA’S POV“He isn't so bad, Mireille.” I defended and watched her stop peeling the oranges. After the swim that night, I had turned up sick due to the cold, but somehow it was the best memory I had, yet. I couldn't remember the last time I had that much fun. Mireille, however, stayed up all night to ensure I lived.“Well, I was scared you were going to die from the cold. Did he force you to swim?” She arched her brow.“No, I wanted to. I wanted to take the dive.” I assured, and she sighed before walking over and settling on the spare seat, in front of me. We were currently in my office.“You almost died months ago, Isa. You know everything he made you go through.” There was concern in her tone. “And he is trying to make up for it.” I reminded and inhaled deeply. “I’m not saying he is a saint. I’m just saying he is trying to change, Mireille. He is different now. I think.” Mireille threw her arms in the air. She was clearly shocked. “You think? Thoughts are not something you mak
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THIRD PERSON’S POV“I can't reach her. Enzo can't, too. She bailed out on us and….” Mireille dragged in a deep breath, her voice shaken. “It has been over an hour, Alaric. Isabella is never this silent.” She was pacing up and down now, fear gripping her. She couldn't imagine something happening to Isabella. It would only make her lose her mind. Isabella was her only friend, her sister, and the person she loved the most. She feared that the same person who killed her staffs must have taken her since the policemen were yet to find him. They claimed they were doing all they could but she clearly knew it wasn't enough.Alaric ran his fingers through his hair. He had just finished a meeting, and managed to close a deal worth millions when Enzo had called.“You weren't supposed to let her out of your sight!” Alaric yelled and threw a punch into the wall. “She could be hurt. She could be anywhere.” And that was why he had hired Enzo. Because he feared that she might go ghost on him someday.
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THIRD PERSON’S POVShe was still holding Alaric’s arm tightly, and now he laid in bed beside her. If this was what it took to make her sleep well then he was ready to offer his night. His heart was beating so fast. He was so nervous and his body shook with emotions, and passion. His breathing had gotten unstable. Being so close to her melted his brain into jelly paste. As his eyes trailed her hair that now settled on the bed and few strands were on my cloth, he couldn't help but feel the urge to cuddle her, feel her warmth and know what she smelled like.He could hear the sound of the clock and that of his own heartbeat. He heard her sigh again then she rolled over, her breath landing on his face and his breath seized.Her lips were full and her lipgloss smeared. Her nose was pretty, and it had a lipstain on it. She seemed to be sleeping peacefully now and it made him wonder what bad dream she had. With his trembling thumb, he wiped it gently and her eyes shot open causing him to fre
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ISABELLA’S POVHe was staring hard at me now.“Speak, little bear.” His voice was rough, and I attempted to pull my hand away when he grabbed it instead. His eyes burning with rage. “He put his finger on you, Isa. On my wife.” He seethed.“Alaric, I….”He ran his other palm through his hair. “I don’t know if this is a means of you throwing a tantrum or getting me to let you go. But that won’t happen, never. You should be glad I didn’t break his bones, but the next man that as well as breath close to you, will be the last one you see.” My heart skipped a beat. He sounded so serious. My lips parted in shock, but then I snatched my hand away, while fear scrubbed my insides clean.“I should never have let you talk me into breakfast. I am leaving, ex-husband.” I said sternly and got up, proceeding to walk away before he pulled me back.“I am not your ex-husband.” His voice was a deep hoarse of emotion. I swallowed the last of my guts. Being so close to him was doing something to me. The
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ISABELLA’S POV“Talk you slut!” She was eyeing me so badly. If looks like these could kill, I would possibly be dead by now. A bead of sweat broke behind my neck. How did she get in? Did he know she was coming? Was that why he left me here?“How did you get in?” I questioned. She threw her bag on the floor and stormed over to me.“I should be asking you that. I am in my son’s house.” Her nose was flared with her arms crossed over her chest.I dragged in some air because I just wasn't ready for the drama.“Alaric isn't home. You can come back when he does. I was busy before you came.” I informed and turned around to leave before she grabbed my arm, digging her nails in.“You don’t belong here. You shouldn't be here. He was doing so fine until you magically showed up again.” Her tone was harsh and it conveyed her hatred. The level of depicit she had for me was alarming because I never really offended her.I tried freeing my hand but she only dug her nails in the more. Pain surge throu
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ALARIC’S POV“Good morning, Liam. How do you do today?” I let out delightfully and watched him scrutinise me. “Fine, sir.” He responded, his voice quivering, and I laughed hard, my palm on his shoulder. Liam was one of my staff members on the first floor, a brilliant one at that, and this was the first time we had a conversation.“Oh, Liam!” However, he didn't say a word as he stiffened and quickly stepped out of the elevator on the second floor. This was the third person reacting this way today, and I seriously couldn’t understand why.Was it that they feared me? Or was it something I said?I didn't get to think about it for long because soon, Isabella crossed my mind again. She was lying in her bed, hair down, and with no undies on. My cheeks hurt from how giddy I was to know my wife was finally home. We were finally working something out.I could feel excitement bubble through me, giving me renewed energy. The door dinged open on the third floor, and I dragged in some fresh air a
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