Money had it’s own beauty. Sometimes scary but sometimes ethereal and in front of her was replica of what she would call a modernised heaven. Grace was born in an influential family of States, everything was served to her on silver platter, be it designer clothes or bags, shoes or jewellery, gold or diamond. But thats what it all was, superficial beauty. She was devoid of freedom, always caged within mansion’s walls, tortured mentally.She had never seen such decor. The way the corners were all glass, infused with long aquariums with colourful fishes swimming and playing, other side was Eve’s garden. Tall, plants floating by the ceiling, as the wall was covered with green grass look like material. Instead of wood, the reception desk was also glass made. Lingering lights glimmering above the lively plants. The scene reminded her that money was a necessity. Orion stopped, and Grace followed him. Her nervous eyes averting to her surroundings, admiring and liking the view. Her fingers ti
Fuck, this woman is beautiful. Timid, but gorgeous that it made his heart squeeze. He couldn’t believe this was the woman he was supposed to fib to. The girl in front of him was barely over five feet tall, with long brunette hair that reminded him of some mountains and doe-like innocent eyes that made him feel the tug in his chest, the impossible urge to keep her safe and unharmed by anyone. Especially him.Which was a fucked up thought cause he never thought like this about a stranger before. Shit, he barely had any friends so how can he even think of wanting to hold someone he’d just met?“Ms Grace,” she looked up, her doe eyes blinking with uneasiness and Arden wondered what made her so cautious of her surroundings. The file Orion gave him a few nights ago had detailed reports of her, but some parts of her past were missing. Arden pondered if those missing details had anything to do with that. Arden tried hard to avert his eyes from her beautiful face.“Can I know the reason why
“I'm sorry for troubling you,” Grace said timidly. Her voice barely reached his ear and Orion glanced her way. She seemed worried. And a little apprehensive as she fidgeted with her fingers and looked continuously at her phone. A frown battered her forehead and Orion’s fingers twitched to wipe it off her face. He wanted to run his thumb over her forehead and relieve her that there was nothing to be concerned about.“What was the name of the club?” He asked taking a right turn, averting his gaze from her face. Grace peeked his way.“Start light something.” Orion frowned. Starlight? Starlight!“Starlight Night Club?” He asked, hands clenching around the steering wheel. And eyes narrowed with a deep frown.Grace nodded.Orion sighed, grunting in frustration. Stepping upon the accelerator, he sped up. Fuck!“Do you know where it is?” Grace asked innocently, Orion eyed her. Why wouldn’t he know the city’s most crowded and luxurious club? He used to spend all his time drinking there, before
“Orion,”The silence was vociferous.Grace clenched her eyes shut and sighed deeply before opening her mouth again when his deep voice startled her.“I’m already at verge of losing my calm, Grace. Just shut up and let me drive.” What was his problem? She wanted to apologise but now his behaviour was getting through her. If he didn’t wanted to listen to her, she’d also not talk to him. Huffing to herself, she crossed her arms across her chest and looked outside.“Mean jerk.” Her mumbled words fell upon Orion’s ears and he took a deep breath. He made her angry.“Listen, Grace. I don’t know what you were thinking before following me into the club, but places like that are not for girls like you. There were…bad people inside. I am just trying to do my job and keep you safe, but how can I when you’re trying to get yourself in trouble again and again.” He tried to make her understand. She heard his words carefully, worry behind his tensed tone. She was wrong she knew, but her self-esteem ca
Orion opened the door for her. Her nervous eyes glanced at him with uncertainty, the atmosphere around them seized her in a past memory. She still recalled the dates she had been on with him. His possessiveness, his intimidation, his eyes the way he looked at her in public, the obsession he had of her.She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.But this was not her past and nor even Orion was him, at least that’s what she believed. This was just a friendly dinner that Orion insisted they should try this new restaurant down the street. Grace was reluctant at first but eventually gave in. A normal dinner wouldn’t hurt. And also, they’d get to know each other better.Right?“I heard they serve the best pasta in the whole city.” Grace glanced at him, raising her brow at his statement.“Well, that’s quiet a bold statement.” Orion chuckled, as they both entered the restaurant. The inner environment was a lot warmer than outside. Grace felt contempt upon hearing chittering of people around
She opened her mouth-to say what? Was he joking? He had to be. But Grace knew better. The look in his eyes screamed otherwise. Raw determination and crazed madness that once shined in Azrael’s eyes.“So, what now? You’re giving me a choice?” She said, forgetting the butterflies in her stomach and letting her emotions flare all over. To hide the tremble of her fingers, she clutched her dress over her thighs.Orion noticed the change.“There’re so many things I still haven’t told you, but trust me, I mean no harm. All I want to do is protect you, you just need to trust me.” Grace glowered. Her eyes shut as she processed. She needed to leave. Right now. There were so many things going on inside her head but one was evident. Escape.“Trust is earned, not taken by force.” Her words lingered in the air as she picked up her purse. Her heart palpitated and skipped several beats as she pushed the chair back before Orion’s words halted her steps.“You take one step out that door, and I will be
The coldness seeped through her surroundings running to her head as all rushed memories flooded. She remembered every nook and cranny. Orion. Dinner date. Food. Confession. Masked men. Syringe.Vision blocked by darkness as her lashes fluttered and she tried to yank her hands when she felt something holding them. She was tied. Panic flooded through her and she let out a blood-curdling scream.“Help!” Her pleadings resonating in the empty basement when she heard footsteps. Heart stilled, palms trembled. She felt his presence even before his arrival.“Orion…” his name tasted like poison on her tongue. He felt the coldness in his heart. Fists clenched and dark eyes narrowing over her face. Tears soaked her soft skin, delicates wrists bound by sharp roughness of ropes, the yellow dress he thought looked angelic on her, looked tattered and dirty. Hairs a disheveled mess. His vision blocked as Arden stepped to her. Orion watched in anticipation as he ripped the blindfold off her.His heart
Orion had expected her screams, blunt refusal, angry curses and sharp words. What Maverick said was something no same woman would do, ironic how she was running from her fiancée. Orion nearly scoffed at the word. Fiancée. But what left him astonished was her apathetic face and harsh words.“Do I look like someone who’s bitten by a mad dog?” She asked, calmly. Her emotions refusing to stay quiet and all she wanted to do was let them lose. But she couldn’t. Rushed decisions were often bad.Maverick raised his brows at her question.“Cause if you think just because you maniacs kidnapped me, I will not marry any of you,” She seethed in pure rage and anger. Orion had expected it. Maverick, however, unfazed, motioned Arden to bring the papers as Grace looked doubtfully at his actions. Her eyes narrowed and she twisted her wrists.“Read them,” he threw the papers at her as they landed on her lap. Hesitant, she glanced down at them. Blood drained from her face leaving behind strange paleness
“Let’s get inside.” Maverick said pulling my attention from the beautiful marigolds. Interlocking our fingers, he lifted our joined hands and placed a sweet kiss on the back of my hand. “It’s getting colder.”The diamond ring shine in my ring finger as it sparkled under the dusky sun. It was indeed getting colder since this was mid-December and where we lived, winters were a lot cooler than average American winter. Two years ago, Mavwrick brought a house for us–not too large but manageable since there was only two of us and our golden retriever–Harry. He insisted several times to hire a maid but I refused. I couldn’t trust anyone. There was ocassional visit of Dr Olivia–a psychiatrist and a good friend of mine. I knew her since the time I was hospitalised in Italy. The family home of Evans was beiatiful, surrounded by a large garden and a little fountain in the middle. Not so long ago, Maverick brought few flower seeds and helped me sow them. He hated being covered with dirt but he h
His jaw tightened. He found the room in less than a minute as Zero followed behind him. Maverick tensed the moment he knocked the door down. Azrael was smoking when he heard loud bang. He slowly looked towards the door and smiled. “Evans…” he blew out a ring of smoke in the air. “To what do I owe this surprise?” Maverick gritted his teeth as he carefully looked around. The room was minimal with only one bed that was covered with red sheets. His gaze narrowed. It didn’t seemed like color but something-“Where is she?” Maverick felt his heart sinking in the pit of his stomach. Since there was no light in the room, it was hard to look around. Maverick couldn’t help but feel something terrible settling over his heart. Azrael’s hairs were disheveled, his clothes covered with blood and pants carelessly fastened. Yet he was a smile on his face. Smile without any emotions. Azrael’s grin turned knowing. Maverick remained silent. Azrael took a step forward, and then another. With his every st
The men left with Azrael and the cameraman. Grace was laying lifeless in a pool of her blood. Her torn clothes were taken away leaving her all naked. Her body had stopped shivering by now. She stared carelessly at the wall in front of her. Though there were thousands of cuts on her skin, she couldn’t feel anything. Her thoughts were slow and sluggish as if she was in a stupor. An occasional shudder wracked through her body. After undressing her, Azrael sliced her skin leaving behind red angry bloody marks. Though she was relieved he didn’t rape her or let his men do it, she knew her relief was short-lived. “I’ll be back, baby. And this time, it will be more than just a knife.”She shuddered remembering his words and the disappointment in his men’s eyes as they eyed her with negative gazes and lust. She was embarrassed and more than that she was humiliated. There was something more sinister going on in Azrael’s head. A little while later, she heard the door open once again. Cautiousl
As a couple of seconds dragged by, Grace couldn’t move or breathe. His presence evoked fear in her and all the memories of her last with him. She could remember everything, feel everything.“Don’t say you don’t remember me?” Azrael mocked jerking her. She gulped, fight leaving her body. There was no way, no way in hell. Azrael’s mocking brows raised and he pulled out something from his pocket. Grace eyed the object in his hand and panicked. The thought of him touching her made her revolt. There was a nose-holding quality to the way he treated her, as if his brain was some rotting fish and his thoughts were equally foul. “It doesn’t matter if you don’t, I’ll make you remember everything,” the smile was gone, replaced with the sinister glint of the devil. Before she could process it, he had already plunged the needle into her neck. The engine roared with life. In less than two minutes, she was starting to fade into darkness. The next couple of hours dragged by.When she once again rega
She stirred slightly in her sleep, eyes slowly moving behind her lids before she finally let out a groan and opened them. Maverick heard shuffling and groans. His heart rate quickened as he rushed to her side and helped her sit. “Careful.” He mumbled with gentleness placing his one hand behind her head and with the other he adjusted the blanket. Grace felt her blurry vision clearing and she tried to stop and remember what happened before she lost consciousness. But somewhere deep within she hoped none of that to happen, she didn’t want to recall those vile memories. Unfortunately, every detail came passing and she sighed. Maverick looked carefully at her face, her tear-stained cheeks and bloodshot eyes. He felt something squeezing in his chest, painfully that it almost felt difficult for him to breathe. He was the reason for all this, he did it. Before she opened her mouth to say something, he interrupted. “She’s safe. Orion saved her.” Maverick’s words made her let out a relieved
“Grace!” Maverick growled running behind her. Grace couldn’t handle the pain anymore, her tears wildly running down and before she knew she felt herself storming into the park nearby the hotel. She was about to run when a body was slammed against her back and she was engulfed in warm embrace. Her struggle’s intensified and she managed to break free before glaring at him. “Let go!” She screamed and Maverick seethed in anger. “Come here.” He mumbled with anger slowly surfacing and an unknown fear that he never sensed before. Fera of unknown. Despite taking a step forward, she gritted her teeth and clenched her fists. “Where is she?”Her breathing was hazardous in a panicked manner, fists clenching on her sides. Surrounded by thin tension and a chilled winter breeze, her whole body trembled, she couldn’t comprehend if it was a glacial touch of the season or the raged blood flowing in her. His eyes narrowed, palms fisting, he took a step in her direction making her step back.“Come h
“What do you mean?” She asked raising her chin. She hated that her voice sounded shaky and her hands frantically clutching her sides. The solemn curve of Maverick’s lips deepened, darkness dancing in his eyes. “Should I pretend? For how long?” Her insides twisted in something unknown that couldn’t be described as relaxation but something solely disturbing. Maverick arched his brow. “You certainly do not remember me, little dove. You know how much it hurts?” Her insides once again twitched and unsettled emotions. Simultaneously, her breathing quickened and her skin prickled with his every word. “W-what are you saying all of sudden?” She asked as evenly as she could. She didn’t want to delve deeper but something about him suddenly seemed so strange. His eyes gleamed sardonically. “Raina Enterprises, two years ago.”“W-what?” She clenched her teeth as a distant memory flashed in her head. How could she forget that night? That night changed everything for her. “You remember it, don’t y
As the city came out of the darkness of night, we crossed the Seine in silence. Without the traffic, we walked right down the centre of the street and not far away laid The Eiffel Tower, like a skeleton of metal projecting up into a sky that was rapidly becoming blue. A night like this should be foggy, misty at the least, but in contrast to our mood it looked determined to be a story-book perfect night in Paris. Just like I had promised him, I was accompanying him for the promised date night. Maverick had chosen an emerald green silk dress for me with long fur beige coat that reached my ankles. To keep me warm on a wintery night, he had also forced me to wear black gloves and boots. My hair slid down my waist and my head was covered with a solid fedora hat that matched my dark boots and the scarf around my neck. My eyes moved to him. He wasn’t wearing anything fancy, but a trench coat over his dark suit that hugged his body. Even with wearing heeled boots, I was shorter than him by
Maverick flinched as she slammed the door of the bathroom with unnecessary force. He stretched his neck and tilted it side-to-side. So much for asking for forgiveness. He scoffed, shaking his head not believing the little kitten had started to grow nails. He did not find her words a bit offensive but charmingly adorable. The way she huffed with anger, the cute little red nose and a pout on her kissable lips. He didn’t think it was possible to love his little dove more, but as he was getting to know her more, his feelings for her were both intensifying and growing deeper. He realised there was still a hidden part of her that he hadn’t witnessed, except that she was the object of his obsession. Grace was never truly relaxed around him. Now, he had seen a different side of her, and he adored every new trait and quirk he uncovered.His little dove was not some fragile woman, but a feisty one.He chuckled to himself.Still amazed by Grace’s words, he walked into the kitchen. Assuming his