AUTHOR Bianca was still smiling when her eyes landed on a particular message, her expression immediately changed from happy to angry at the sight of the name of the person who sent her a message. Luke. Her body stilled and she could hear the wild rate at which her heart was beating. What could it be that he sent her now? She had read all his previous messages and knew how angry it made her. Bianca's hold on her mobile tightened and she squeezed her face, her eyes a flaring fire, before tapping on his message. [Meet me outside. Don't bother ignoring me after getting this message. I will be there in eleven minutes.] Bianca immediately became alarmed. Checking the time he sent the message and the time on her phone, Bianca saw that she only had two minutes before the son of the devil came. She sprang up from her bed and quickly wore her slippers before giving herself a once look over to see whether she looked presentable. Ever since she got back, her appearance had never crossed
AUTHOR Bianca's face turned ashen White immediately. 'Your mother fucking gave it to me'. She felt weak, like someone had just sapped all her strength out of her body. She knew her parents were in support of this marriage between them but she never thought her mother would go to this extent. Bianca felt anger rising on her chest. Her lungs constricted as she tried controlling herself. Bianca returned her attention to the man pinning himself on her, her breath now sagged. “I don't care whether she gave you the key to my apartment but the fact that you asked her for it shows how much of a dimwit you are.“ Her whole body shook and she saw red. She tried wiggling herself out of his arms but his hold on her was strong. Luke threw his head backwards and laughed mischievously. He was quite surprised himself when her mother gave him the key without any question. Women, that's how far they can go in achieving what they want even at the expense of their daughter's privacy. He sneered inw
AUTHOR Luke's hold on her immediately dropped and he stared at her with wide and angry eyes. Instinctively, his right hand went to his face and he rubbed his palm to soothe the ache the impact of her slap caused him. Bianca, taking a step back from him, ran to her door and pulled the door open for him. She didn't say a word to him but tapped her feet on the ground in an impatient manner. She was trying her best to remain calm and she only hoped he would leave her alone and get the hell out of her apartment. There are several ladies out there for him to marry or make jokes with and she wasn't the one he was going to cage in his stupid marriage. A slow sinister laugh escaped from Luke's mouth as he watched her, his lips turned into a smirk as an evil thought flashed his mind. He was done playing these silly games with her. It was high time he showed her just who she was messing with. He was Luke after all, he's known for his wealth and strategic twisted mindset. He was going to sh
PRECIOUS His sentence was cut by a loud growl, which made me look back in surprise. “Mine! Leave what is mine!“ Duke stood with his hands akimbo on his waist, his face a set firm of dangerous lines. His jaw looked hard like he was trying to stop himself from flaring up. His chest, which was visibly outlined by the shirt he was, constricted and kept heaving in quick paces. I felt a lump form in my chest. As much as I was grateful that he came to check up on me, I was scared of seeing him getting hurt by that lunatic bastard. As if he read my thoughts, he burst into uncontrollable laughter. It sounded bad to my ears and I felt my ears itching to be covered. “Will you keep quiet, you mad man? My godson is here and I bet you that you are not leaving here alive.“ I didn't need to turn around to know whose words it belonged to. Godmother, I admired her outspokenness but in times like this, I always preferred that she kept quiet. It was hard dealing with this psycho stranger and wi
AUTHOR Margaret heaved a deep sigh. “Luke posted that he's breaking your engagement because he just found out that you are a wild animal.“ Bianca's mobile slipped out of her hands as her body shook like she was going through an electric shock. Margaret, who heard the loud shriek from her end, immediately became worried for her friend. She didn't know if she should tell her the worst news or go over to her apartment and say it in her face. She was still contemplating on her choices when she heard a loud shriek. Jolting up from her seat, Margaret's whole body panicked and she could out in a frightened voice. “Bianca, are you there? Please don't do anything bad to yourself now…” Bianca sprinted from the bed as though someone was after her. She bent down and picked up her mobile which had fallen out from her hands in her state of shock. She gazed at her friend's name on her mobile and took in a deep breath from her mouth which hung open, before saying in a deep rich voice, “I want
AUTHOR "Exactly," Ethan Hercules said with a snort. "That's what you are, isn't it?" Bianca could hear the mockery in his voice, and he didn't bother hiding it as he smiled. Bianca, with a gentle raise of her head, gave a wry smile before she cackled. "You should mind the way you talk to me, or else I would be forced to do something that both of us would regret later on." She flipped her hair that fell down her face back at her back, her face portraying how serious she was. For a fleeting second, Ethan became scared, but he quickly pushed the gnawing fear to the back of his mind, thinking it could all be just his imagination or her attempt to scare him. He was no fool like Luke to believe that this pretty lady in front of him could be an animal. In fact, if she was an animal, then she was his to tame. He nodded his head with the sides of his lips pulling into a crooked smile. "If you are done, then you may leave my office." He frowned, twirling on his sliding chair while he fiddl
AUTHOR As Bianca drove her car down the street, her mind kept going back to the conversation she had with Ethan, her boss. She sighed thinking of how she was going to have to bear dating him. She hit her hand on the steering wheel out of panic as she groaned loudly. Margaret watched her with interest and narrowed her eyes at her friend. She still couldn't believe that Bianca she knew could actually agree to what that man proposed to her. That meant whatever she was going through had such a great effect on her. “You really should take it easy on yourself, especially the poor car,” Bianca groaned at her words and threw her a glance before focusing her attention back on the road. She was already frustrated as it was so no need adding an accident to it. “I mean, dating Ethan wouldn't really be such a bad thing. After all, he's rich and handsome and you are single—” “Not when that single lady has her heart beating for another man.“ Bianca grunted, shaking her head as if she didn't w
PRECIOUS My throat suddenly felt so dry that I let out a loud cough and my body shook from the impact. My neck hurt as I turned my head and as I tried going back to my previous position, I felt a hand hold me back and I frowned. I struggled to get out of his grasp but the hands on my body were strong and firm. “Shhhh,” I heard him say, and I immediately relaxed. “Relax, else you cause more problems for yourself.” What was he talking about? I panicked and opened my eyes the next instant. I fluttered my eyelashes— as the blinding light from the window hit my eyes, before squeezing my eyes shut. I opened them after counting for five seconds and I looked into the eyes of my mate, no one of my mates. Nate watched me with a frown on his handsome face and from how close we were, I could feel my heartbeat getting wilder by the second. His hands which were holding me started to move slowly on my body and I felt a jolt of electricity course through my veins. “Whhh—” He cut me off fro
"Spill," he said, sitting up on the ground as he tried to regain his strength by filling up oxygen into his already depleted body."You will promise to return every penny you and your family owe Beatrice."Lionel stared at him in a flabbergasted manner for a while. He would never have thought that he would ask him something like this. He knew refusing was going to cost him a lot, and he was no fool to bet properties to that of his sister's life or probably his too.But there’s no way he was going to fulfill that part of his promise. Even Francis was aware of this fact as well, which was why he had a backup plan."Deal," he said, getting up from the ground and extending a hand for a handshake. But Francis looked at it as though it was infected by leprosy.Biting back his words, Lionel lowered his hand to his side."Take me to where you hid my girl." Lionel heard the possessiveness in his tone and he couldn't help but wonder what sort of relationship he had with his stepsister. The thou
Lionel's body stiffened at the coldness in the voice of the stranger with his sister's phone. His hold on the phone suddenly became strong, as though he was going to smash it into little chalk flakes.He swore under his breath to deal with whoever was toying with his family. That person was causing his mom and sister to be afraid of him, and he did not like that. He was the son of a very prominent man, and he wouldn't let someone bully him just like that."Where do I find you?" He grounded out the words in anger. Anger consumed him, but he knew he needed to stay calm if he wanted to see his precious little sister again.Francis, on the other side, chuckled slightly but remained quiet for a moment. He was considering playing a little game with the family, but at the same time, he was weighing whether or not they were worth his time.He had wasted his precious little time trying to save the princess in distress, but he had not found her yet."You are wasting my time!" Lionel fired angri
Francis dragged the unconscious body of Violet out of his room and led her towards his car. He unlocked his car and laid her on the back seat before cleaning his bloodied hands on the space on her dress that was without blood.He sat behind the wheel before driving towards her residence.Flashback,After her blunt refusal to tell him where she kept Beatrice, he sliced the knife on her neck, and her blood spilled out of her, staining both herself and him before dripping on the floor.A loud yelp left her mouth when the pain shot through her spine. Her eyes trained on the floor, they widened in disbelief as she stared at her own blood flowing into a puddle on the floor.She raised her elbow and hit him, and the knife in his hand fell down, but he didn't let her take it as his hold on her body tightened. Francis pushed a finger into the hole he created on her body, and she cried out in pain.Using his left hand, he grabbed her two hands and wrung them together as his teeth clanged togeth
Silent but hot tears flowed down her face as the echo resounded in her ears. She was not ready to meet her mother any time soon, and she couldn't think of ways to get out of the dungeon she was in.Her head started hurting, and she knew it was due to the numerous times she had hit her head on the floor. Placing her hands on her head, Beatrice massaged it.There was no hope left in her. The only hope she had was taken away from her when the message she sent to Mr. Francis was deleted.Tears of sorrow poured down her face continuously, her heartbeat increasing by the minute, fear clutching her heart, and her mind flying in so many places."What do I do now? How do I get out of here?" she asked no one in particular. The only thing that met her was silence and the eeriness she felt in the godforsaken place.No one had come to see her since she was left here. She had planned on begging them again when they came to check on her, and it's been hours already since she heard that sound.The on
“Who are you and what the hell do you want from me?” she said through gritted teeth, her tone cold, which made her appear dangerous for her age. Francis tipped his head backward, his eyes appraising her from head to toe. He found her demeanor amusing, and a chuckle escaped his mouth. His continued silence in response to her questions infuriated her, and she clenched her fists as her chest heaved up and down. “Why are you laughing? Do I look funny to you?” Violet snapped. She walked up to him, standing just a few feet away, her eyes boring into his, and she stomped her foot impatiently. “I demand answers!” Francis's chuckle intensified. “You really are a funny, dumb girl. I can see that.” His expression changed abruptly from a smile to a hardened glare, his jaw grinding. He reached out and grabbed her by the hair, causing her face to contort in pain, a hurt whimper escaping her lips. Violet winced as he continued to yank her hair as if pulling out a weed from the soil. “What the
It was then that she heard hushed voices that she instantly recognized as belonging to her stepmother and two sisters. Sweat poured down her body, sticking her to the light material she was wearing when something caught her ears. “So you are saying that you killed that witch mom?” A hushed, happy voice of a girl rang out, and Beatrice, who recognized it as Chloe's, shuddered again. Her heart was beating wildly, and she covered her mouth with her hand to stop herself from screaming, thereby alerting them that someone was around. Tears poured out of her eyes, but she blinked them away and walked closer to the door, her body shaking uncontrollably. Beatrice took out her mobile phone from her bag, immediately put it on record, and held it closer to the door. “Yes, I killed the bitch, and I'm happy that I took the initiative to do that,” Beatrice's stepmother said in a proud tone, making Beatrice feel like slapping her from where she stood. “I would have loved it more if you had killed
Beatrice parked her car in front of the mansion she had always seen as a home before her stepmother and her three children changed things for her. She took a deep breath and moved a finger to her forehead before massaging it with a frown on her face. This was the first time she was returning home after being kicked out, and it was all due to Duke, the guy she met some time ago at the Wild Night club when she had gone there to distract herself from her problems, and she was glad she did. Taking her cellphone out of the miniature bag she carried, she dialed the number of the man who was helping her regain her parents' properties. "Good morning, sir. I'm at the residence right now. I just wanted to let you know I will be inside the building in a few minutes." Her voice sounded crisp, yet she tried hard to collect herself. "Alright, but please record every conversation for me. It will be required in court," Mr. Francis, the man Duke introduced to her to help her get back all her rights
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PRECIOUS Duke covered my eyes with his hands, gently leading me to god knows where. Inhaling and exhaling divine air, I swallowed back my question, which I had asked for the hundredth times already. He was hell bent on not telling me or giving me as much of a hint of where he was taking me to. I could hear Richmond's chuckles behind us, but I said nothing and let Duke take me where he wanted. After all, I trusted him well enough to know this wasn't a small surprise. “Be careful of my old feet, honey.” I whispered, pulling my lower lip in between my mouth. “Not too old for my hands not to be able to massage them, prishy baby.” A tint of color made its way to my face, and I thanked the goddess that they were behind me, or else I would be teased until tomorrow. I still don't understand how I can still blush around them. It's been fifteen years already, yet I have not outgrown this attraction between us. Sparks still fly whenever we touch, and not a day passes without me thanking t