A bitch is always a bitch, never changing, never giving up. As Sylvia stepped into sight, Anna gritted her teeth, anger rising in her chest. She wasn’t expecting her to change or anything but this was over the board. Helping Jason to kidnap her and bring her into the goddamn basement was over the board and she won’t let it slide. Not again. “Sylvia.” She muttered, chuckling lowly. “I didn’t expect you here.”“Hello, Anna dear. It’s so nice seeing you again.”“Too bad I can’t say the same.”“It’s fine. As expected.” She stood before Anna. Feigning to care, she spoke. “Jason, the ropes are too tight. What if you put bruises on her body? Are you okay, dear?”“Get me out of this place, Sylvia, and I might just forget this. I might forget that you kidnapped me and brought me to a dirty basement only to tie me up.”“You wish.”“What are you scheming now, Sylvia? I won’t entertain this for long.”Sylvia signaled with her hands for Jason to bring her the chair at the side and when he did, sh
“Oh my dear, you look so gorgeous.” Sylvia’s words were infused with the tenderness of a mother’s love as she embraced her daughter, looking her over from her veiled covered face to her heels that were hidden by the perfect shimmeringly wedding dress that she wore. Breaking away from the hug, she stared at her in admiration. “May they never cast an evil eye on you, Elle.” She turned to the camera person. “Photographer, please take a few photos. They were in the receiving room connected to the hall. Anna stood majestically in her opulent gown, the pearls and diamonds glinting in the light. Beside her, Sylvia clung to her arms while the photographer took the pictures.“The pictures better look good else, I’ll ruin your career,” she threatened the man, posing for another picture. Her arms wrap around Anna’s waist in a side hug, facing the camera, only breaking away after the camera clicked. With her fingers, she gestured for the man to leave the room. Just as he left, she turned to sta
At the reception hall, Sylvia searched frantically for Anna. Her eyes scanned the party hall desperately for any trace of the girl. Finding her in the midst of guests passing out their congratulations, she made her way toward her, disgust and anger brewing in her chest. “Anna,” she called, a fake smile on her cheek. The guests shifted their attention to her. “Mrs Cooper, congratulations on your daughter’s wedding.”“Congratulations, Mrs Cooper.” One of the guests leaned forward, covering the side of her mouth with her hand as she whispered. “Your daughter had a big catch.”Smiling, Sylvia’s eyes fell on Anna, eyes communicating with her to move. “I’m sorry but I would like to see my daughter for a while. Thanks for coming.”Without waiting for their response, she closed her fingers around Anna’s wrist and led her away from the overly decorated expensive hall booming with music. She regretted ever inviting almost a hundred people to attend the wedding. She hadn’t invited them for A
Just as he dropped her to her feet carefully on the light polished wood, they immediately stood apart, a decent amount of space between them. Her eyes scanned the private jet, her mouth opening in amazement. She’d seen a lot of private jets in her life but the one she just got in, beats them all. Just how much money does he have? She was greeted by the spacious seating carefully arranged to accommodate both relaxation and work, the fine polished woods creating an inviting atmosphere. Toward the back, separated from the main cabin was a sliding glass door revealing a lavish bedroom where a large bed was laid. Leading her to the seating, they sat, tightened their seat belts, and waved the wedding guests from the glass windows as the jet took off. It was only after then did Caspian stood up from the spacious seating and walked to the opposite side where he sat, his laptop on his thighs. A few minutes later he was still working, not sparing her a glance and not bothering that she’d al
Without warning, he seized her wrist and yanked her toward him, her body falling on him. Her eyes widened.“It’s our wedding night, isn't it?”Her Brunette hair fell over them, tickling Caspian’s face as they stared at each other. She tried to stand up and release herself from his hold but his hand on her waist tightened the more. “Wh…what are you doing? Our ma…marriage is not real,” she stuttered, her heart pounding through her chest. These days, her heart tends to act on its own, beating so loud anytime she got close to him that she feared he could hear it sometimes. “Oh really?” His brows raised, a smug smile plastered on his face. “We had an agreement.”“I can’t remember us signing any contract.” Right, they never even signed an agreement. It was just oral. But agreement is agreement, right?The smoldering look in his eyes sent shivers through her body as he tenderly pushed her hair away from her face. Their hot breath mingled, the heat rising steadily as they gazed into each o
‘Goodness, I can’t believe that happened.’ Anna groaned inwardly as she walked out of the bathroom fully dressed for the day, her body aching all over. Her eyes snapped to the door, to the owner of the voices only to see the fully dressed Caspian and two men having a deep conversation. Her eyes roamed around his back. From his dark hair to his toned sculpted back and then to his powerful shoulders and narrow waist. His skin was tanned and smooth, his muscles ripping beneath the fabric of his black shirt. He exuded an aura of masculine strength that was impossible to ignore and with every word spoken, he emanated raw primal power. She shook her head, breaking her gaze from him. What happened the previous night was a result of the wine she drank. He had taken her with a wild forceful intensity that made her breathless and she allowed him. She wasn’t sober or anything. It was the wine’s fault for making her see Caspian as an attractive dude that she would love to suck off every now and
“Anna, set the table,” Caspian yelled just as he finished cooking, washing his hands on the sink and doing away with the apron. Gritting his teeth at the loss of reply from Anna, he called again. “Anna set the goddamn table.”Yet, the house rang with silence, Anna’s presence not present. Deciding to set the table himself, he strode to the small dining space beside the kitchen and set out the dish, each dish expertly made. Right after he set out the table, he made his way to the living room, eyes darting from corner to corner in search of the woman who'd accompanied him. “Anna?” He called, his feet taking him to the rooms, pushing the doors open, and finding her nowhere. “What the fuck?” Where the hell had she gone? For all he cares, Anna knows no one in the area that they were in. Why did she leave the house without informing him?The questions whirled in his mind, his fist tightening. Storming out of the glass house, he walked to the security spot. “Where the fuck is my wife.”The
“Jason? Elle?” Anna’s lips trembled as she watched her husband and his mistress, her very own sister scramble to grab their bathrobes, trying to hide their nakedness as their eyes fell on her “How could you two?”She wanted to believe that she was imagining things, that it was her mind playing games with her but the look on their faces crashed the truth of the situation over her. Elle’s fingers hurriedly tied the robe around her body and smothered her disheveled hair. “An…Anna,” she called, her eyes filled with tears. “I’m sorry.”“Sorry?”“Sister, please.”“Fucking say something.” Anna’s rage took over. She needed someone to tell her it was a prank. She needed someone to tell her anything, just anything even if it was a lie. It was her baby shower/gender reveal party and she’d come in search of her husband only to hear them speak about their ploy against her in the bathroom. Elle stepped forward, wiping the fake tears from her cheeks. “Since you already found out, we’ll tell the