(Karis's pov) His lips were like poison. I knew it could kill me yet I enjoyed it. I melted under him as he forced me to submit which was against my will. Why was I still making the same mistake again? I was stupid. It was fucking unfair why was he such a good kisser. ' Karis you can't do this.' My thoughts screamed and at the last minute I tried to push him away or just any way to get him away before I completely fell but it was useless Xander saw through me and stopped me in time. The more I resisted the more intense the kiss was. He said dying in my hands was lovely then I should not fail his expectations. If he was not ready to let me go then I might just have to kill him one way or the other I would leave. He didn't deserve me, I deserved better. No matter how I resisted my resolve was slowly melting away and I completely melted under him not realizing when my lips were kissing him back with the same intensity. I slowly leaned downwards and Xander was
(Karis's pov) The car arrived at one of the busiest amusement parks in town, my eyes glanced outside the window to see how excited people were about the fair. It left a bitter taste in my mouth, lucky souls. The driver packed the car, and the other guard that was seated in the passenger's seat in front got down and walked to my side of the car to open the door. "Ma'am." He mentioned. I took in a deep breath avoiding his eyes as I clutched my bag getting out of the car. The driver also got off and then locked the car. They were hefty-looking men with rough edges and muscles that made me wonder if they were retired soldiers. They were none other than the bodyguards Xander had arranged for me. He claimed it was for my protection but I knew their actual purpose was to make sure I stayed away from Skyler. This was going to be a long afternoon, I could not even enjoy a day at the fair in peace. We made our way to the entrance, luckily we had already made res
(Karis's pov) Nothing was more refreshing than getting on Xander's nerves in this toxic relationship. It was hard to understand his intentions. He acted like he didn't want me to go but, at the same time, would never admit if he loved me or not. What I craved for the most was affection. Skyler's car pulled over at our location. It was a famous lake-side restaurant you had to make reservations at least a month earlier. It made me wonder how long Skyler planned this. "How were you able to get reservations here? I remember when I was little, my mom loved eating here a lot with me, and the reservations were always made a month prior." I mentioned as we got down from the car. The restaurant was very busy. Since it was in a remote location close to the outskirts of town, the air here was more refreshing. That was what made it more popular. Skyler reached out his hands for me, which I hesitantly accepted, telling myself it was okay to casually hold hands with him and that we were f
(Karis's pov) The meal was quiet at first; after we were served appetizers the waiter came over with a trolley to serve the main meal, which was barbeque, using a trolley. It was satisfying to watch him prepare and roast the meat in front of him. I was still embarrassed from crying earlier in front of Skyler because I was too carried away at the moment. "After the blue secret gig is done what do you plan on doing concerning your design career?" He asked about business which was a good way to start up a conversation. My phone was switched off due to Xander's incessant calls, and despite the fact I was having a great time with Skyler, my mind kept on drifting to think about Xander. It was as if my mind was split into two; I tried my best to focus on Skyler because he was putting in a lot of effort to make the evening fun. "Honestly, I don't know; it depends on the success of the line," I answered. The waiter was done with my portion and just served it on my plate
(Karis's pov) Skyler spoke in riddles mixing jokes and truth. Xander was not obsessed with me in the least way. He was just fucking possessive for no reason. "I doubt Xander loves me. Our marriage isn't based on love but on our parent's fantasy of wanting their children together. It was my mother's wish that her best friend Camila did everything to fulfill after her death." I spoke my mind. What the hell does Xander see? I was not special. "You can keep on telling yourself that but I know what I see. Xander might not love you, but his obsession is obvious; why do you think he wants to keep you to himself or wants to kill any man you smile at? Your smile is rare and he wants it all for himself." I was thrown into my thoughts. Was that why Xander was against the divorce because he was obsessed with me? "If you love me or have a genuine interest, why are you telling me about another man's interest? Who is your rival? You are a strange guy." I shook my head, unabl
(Xander's pov) The car was driving steadily through the busy roads home; yeah, that's what I would call it since Karis was there. It felt like home with her around instead of an old manor with so many memories I would want to forget. Instead, it was where we would make memories that would last a long time. Lately, Karis has been mostly indoors, so I took it upon myself to accompany her to every meal, including lunch, so she would not get bored. At least that was the excuse I told myself for wanting to see her. My attention was drawn to my ringing phone. My tongue clicked in annoyance seeing it was Benji. I wondered what mischief he was up to lately. "Hey, Zed. The boys are thinking of meeting up for a drink tonight. Hope you will be there." His annoying voice chirped immediately so I picked the call. Tomorrow was Karis's birthday, so I had plans arranged for midnight tonight, so there was no way I could meet up for drinks. Even if my schedule was free I rather spe
(Xander's POV) My footsteps felt heavy as I walked back to my study from the attic of our 2 story-building mansion. There was this pain I felt in my chest like my wife was cheating on me, even though I knew that was not Karis's nature. Knowing she was God knows where with Skyler left a bitter taste in my mouth and a strong feeling of fury burning inside me. Since my schedule was already cleared for the day, there was no need to head back to the office; the door to my study creaked open. I strode inside, pulling off my jacket, which I tossed on the lounge chairs before making my way to the minibar to pour myself a glass of drink, preferably scotch. I clung down the alcohol, which burned down my throat like the anger burning in me, but it didn't seeth me. My hands grabbed the remaining drink in the bottle and the glass as I walked towards my workstation desk. After settling down behind the desk, I switched on my system with my fingers rapidly tapping the key
(Karis's pov) I could not understand why Miranda would bother to beg me. She probably thought I was old Karis, who easily could be bullied and forced to do her bidding. She clenched her fist by her side, it likely felt degrading to her to beg me. Emma must be in a bad situation, from my guess, and I didn't feel the least sorry for her. "John please escort Mrs Reynolds out," I instructed him, leaving Miranda there, ignoring her pleas that only ruined my mood. I wondered where Xander must have gone. He must be a bit pissed that I snuck away with Skyler, the urge to see his pissed face made me happy, but unfortunately, he was not around. Miranda resisted being thrown out, but I couldn't believe it. "Karis, you can act smug for now, but I promise you it won't stay this way." She cussed out, but I ignored her completely. My attention was drawn to my phone, Skyler was calling. I answered the call immediately, seeing no reason to ignore it. My heels clicked ag
(Xander's pov) I don't know why Vance and Val wanted to come out to play in the park when the temperature was freezing in December. Frost covered every branch, creating a dazzling white layer that sparkled in the fading afternoon light. The ground was frozen and crunchy underfoot, and the air was biting cold, nipping at my face. I sat on a chilly wooden bench, wrapping my scarf tighter around my neck as my breath from fogs in front of me. In the distance, Vance and Valeria played in the snow near the swings, their lively voices piercing and brightening the atmosphere. Vance excitedly called out to me, waving his arms to get my attention, his joyful sound warming the cold winter day. He had successfully built a snowman with Val and seemed to be having a lot of fun. It reminded me of when me and the boys did similar things during our childhood then Karis would want to join in to enjoy the fun. I wasn't particularly nice because I always stopped her from
(Xander's pov) Sky, that's what Ivan called him; it was amusing. There was a time when we were considered friends, Zed, Ivan, Kyle and Sky, but in the same way, I left my past as Zed, the same way Sky is dead to me. "When you call him that it reminds me of how much I hate that jerk?" I clicked my tongue and then moved to my desk, Ignoring them, but they were used to my attitude, especially this bunch that found pleasure in pissing me off. "You both know how to hold a grudge, so what's the plan, or are you so pathetic you have no way of explaining things to Karis? You were basically a living dead these past years with the only thing you did was aggressively doing business." Ivan sneered, taking a drag of his cigarette. He was awfully free for someone who ran a Mafia and had a wedding coming up. "You are very nosy, you focus on your life since you will soon be a married man. I am sure Bertha won't condone your habits, especially considering the fact she escaped death
(Xander's pov) When it comes to Karis, I always lose my reasoning. That's how I would describe it. It was foolish of me thinking that just by talking to her we would be able to resolve our differences and be a happy couple we were never in the past. That could never be the case; how was I going to explain that what happened between me and Emma was a mistake and I was drunk when Vance was in the picture? He was the proof that I was a cheating husband. One way or the other, Karis would come back, it isn't overconfident, but I know what I was capable of doing. She would have to fulfil her contract, and it just turns out that I was the only one with the stones unless she decides to choose for the black market, like how the scheming Skyler works. For obvious reasons, my dislike for Skyler grew by the day. I had to hold back myself from not breaking the arm he had on Karis's waist. She claimed that he was her fiance, but there was no ring on her finger. My little red
(Karis's pov) Xander must be delusion if he thinks I would ever go back to him. I rather die. Despite everything my mind was still thinking about what he said about Skyler. I knew Xander and Skyler had a history together, which I was curious about, but neither party was willing to share it. What was the main reason that made them enemies? From my guess, they were friends in the past because they seemed to have the same friend group. Something big must have happened and I had no fucking idea. ' Why am I even doubting Skyler?' the question popped into my head. Skyler had never done anything against me. He had been very supportive so far. "Was the negotiations a success?" Lavender asked me as we made our way out of the venue. I could still feel Xander's gaze on me. All he could ever do was look at my back because I was already beyond his reach. There was no going back from this point. "I rather not talk about it." I sighed feeling exhausted from talking to X
(Karis's pov) The Atmosphere was festive, with Christmas close by and there seemed to be a lot of blissful chatter in the room except my table. It was a face-down between me and my ex-husband, Xander De Marco, who was super delusional. Honestly, I had no idea why I was still here listening to Xander. He was driving me crazy. He was right, Xander loved making my life a living hell but not again will I let him have the last laugh. I wished he would just drop down dead and I could not control my emotions anymore. My eyes were glaring so hard at him they could almost pop out. "You are a narcissist and full of yourself. I am done with this conversation." I scoffed about leaving the table. It was better I leave here because I was certain Mr Santos was not coming back. "Letting your emotions control you isn't smart in the business world, dear wife. I thought Skyler thought you better, but then again, I am the best in the game, little Red." He placed his glass back on
(Karis's pov) My first instinct was to get the hell out of there; that would have been what Karis would have done in this scenario, but Karis is dead. Madam Esmeralda was not scared of an annoying ex-husband. "I thought as much." Xander chimed, still maintaining his annoying smile. I had a strong urge to smack it off his face. At times I wonder what goes on in that head of his. His smile made me sick to my stomach and, for a strange reason, reminded me of a lot of annoying memories I would rather forget. "I didn't know you know, each other. I hope you are not offended by Mr De Marco joining us. Since you requested further negotiations, I thought it fit he should be here since he is already my partner." Mr Santos explained. My smile stiffened, Xander had already finalized the deal. "We barely know each other Mr Santos," I said with a dry smile as I took my seat. Lavender excused us to go to an already booked nearby table. "Are you sure about that? To the best o
(Karis's pov) Today was a long day. I had several calls coming in, and a lot was generally happening, not to forget the fact I was all over the media. Honestly, everything was draining, and it was more than I had bargained for. "Maybe you should just take a break, and if you need my help, don't hesitate." I heard Skyler say over the phone. I just finished a quick Zoom meeting and was about to leave home for my lunch appointment with Mr Santos. Skyler called in to check up on me which was very thoughtful of him to do."I will take a break. There is no need to worry much, and if I need your help, I will contact you." I replied, knowing fully well I would only resort to asking for his help as a last card. I didn't want to depend on others to achieve my goals, and Skyler had already done more than enough for me, so asking him for more help didn't go well with me. "You promise to ask for my help." He mentioned that his Baritone voice sounded soothing to my ears.
(Karis's pov) The Reynolds family held 50 percent deciding power, meaning if all the other shareholders were against the idea, then the decision would be bounced off the table. "First of all, we have to make something clear here. Only shareholders can make a decision." I mentioned that plunged Emma and Dad into deeper confusion. I cleared my throat, and then my eyes darted among the shareholders. "Gentlemen, you can now leave. Thank you for your time," I mentioned. Then, to Emma's shock, almost every shareholder got on their feet and nodded at me before they left the room. "What's going on shareholders can't leave in the middle of a meeting?" Emma asked confused. There were just 4 people left in the room: Dad, Emma, me and Mr Floyd, who refused to sell his shares. "Isn't it crystal clear to you already?" I asked Emma, who was still confused, but I think Dad got the message because he released a frustrated sigh. "You bought off all their shares." Dad sighed
(Karis's pov) Miranda was seething in anger; if looks could kill, I would have been dead by now. "Karis, please let your mother sit down. She is rather old," Christian said with a very calm voice. I Arched my brow at him, then pouted my lips pretending like I was considering when my real intention was just to have fun with my family. "Since Miranda had to sit down due to her age, why didn't Emma give up her seat? After all, she is the youngest here and Miranda's daughter."I suggested which was very reasonable. But for some unknown reason, Emma didn't like the idea of giving up her seat for her mother. Her face twisted in ways I never knew it could with her eyes throwing daggers at me. Christian reached out to massage the space between his brows because this argument was not going anywhere. It's not my fault he has a problematic family and a daughter who cares less about her mother. "In my opinion, you shouldnbe the one to leave here; you have never been to a st