Vienna Carter’s life is a living hell and her home is Earth’s chapter of Tartarus. But when her husband goes on a month-long business trip, she seizes the opportunity to know something other than her world of pain. She joins the passengers on Queen Odette, a cruise ship that promises her the best month of her life. As she takes in the elegance of the ship and is pampered by their first-class services, she starts to believe that the promise will be fulfilled. But her hopes of a perfect vacation are thrown overboard when she finds out the man staying in the suite next to hers is none other than the love of her life,Ex-boyfriend and reason for all her suffering. Only a psychopath would choose to be hunched over a desk, working for hours on end over the deckchairs of a luxurious cruise ship, watching the sunset on the Atlantic Horizon. Hans Griffin is that psychopath. He craves his office’s cold glass walls and despises his luxurious suite aboard Queen Odette and is beginning to despise his best friend for convincing him to do this. Work helped him forget his demons but this ship is made to tear down the walls he spent the last two years rebuilding and after meeting the woman staying in the suite next to his, he fears those walls might be reduced to nothing but piles of rubble before the month is over. How will Hans endure one month with just a wall separating him and the woman who scarred him? How will Vienna keep her distance from the one man she’s forbidden to be with when she’s stuck on this cruise with him? But most importantly, what secrets will be revealed before the thirty days are over?
View MoreWe docked in Nassau at the crack of dawn this morning. I woke up to the view of the beautiful city. A stunning blend of palm trees and skyscrapers. Beautiful beaches and town attractions. Places like Clifton Heritage National Park, Atlantis Paradise Island, Pirates of Nassau Museum are just some of the many places I hope to visit with Marion today. We’re actually spending the night here and setting sail again first thing in the morning. Marion said she wants to try swimming with pigs at one of the resorts. I didn’t even know they had things like that. I sift through my closet in search of an appropriate outfit for today. I’ve already packed my swimsuit, towel, sunscreen and the water-proof phone case I bought in Castries in my beach bag. I settled on a pair of cut-offs, my favourite Hermes sandals and a flowy, white top with a belt to match the sandals. I decide not to wear any jewellery and throw a scrunchie in my beach bag in case I want to hold my hair up. I don’t bother wearing
He looks really handsome in that suit. Just like he did on the night he asked me out on our first date. Except then, there was a possibility that he could be mine and eventually he was. Now he belongs to someone else. And so do I. No matter how much I hate it. Memories of that night and many nights after that flood my mind. Happy memories. Filled with joy and laughter and love. So much love. Memories of a life I had not that long ago. A life that was nothing short of perfect. A life that was stolen from me when I did nothing wrong.So much time has passed. Almost three years since that night. It feels like such a long time ago but somehow it also feels like no time has passed. Because as I stand here, my eyes locked with his, I’m only convinced that I love him and I always will. There’s no grey area or blurred line. It’s that or nothing. I’m being punished for committing the crime of falling in love. I’m cursed to love him while he loves someone else. And I hate it. I hate tha
BEFOREEvery atom of self-control disintegrates as his tongue invades my mouth. I soak in the feeling of his hands roaming my body. They’re frantic and hot and his kiss is fast and rough. It’s more angsty than the kiss in his office. The kiss in his office. I immediately channel all the strength in me into my arms and push him off me. The impact is almost nonexistent as he barely moves. I take several steps away from him until his body heat is longer in my personal space. “What is wrong with you?” I almost screamed. “What do you take me for?” “What?” He asks. He looks perplexed and confused. Like he can’t imagine a woman just pushed him away and rejected a kiss. I don’t blame him, it’s probably never happened before. “You think you can just ignore me for three weeks and then kiss me to magically make everything better. Is that how easy you think I am?” I say my arms flailing in gestures. I’m so angry right now I could punch him. His hand comes up to the bridge of his nose and s
BEFOREHe walks past my desk without a word to me, without as much as a glance in my direction. I no longer exist to him.I refuse to watch him go, his briefcase in his hand as he closes for the day. It’s been like this for the past three weeks. Ever since that day in his office before River caught us, he’s been ignoring me, avoiding me like the plague.He only speaks to me when it’s absolutely necessary and only in a cold, detached manner. He doesn’t return my greetings and never offers any of his own. I thought I knew how cold he could get but this is something else. He’s a robot.It almost makes me wish that I never got used to his slightly less cold side. I would’ve been used to this side of him by now. Familiar with it.I can’t help but feel like he used me and dumped me. That he just wanted to get his hands under my clothes and now that he has, I have no value to him. Last week a stunning blonde bombshell dropped by to see him. She wore a very sultry dress and had an even sultr
The ache in my shoulders worsens, punishing me for being a coward and running out of the spa five minutes after I recognised Summer. Summer Harrison. Yes. THAT Summer Harrison. I mean. Of course she’s the one Hans would be with. She’s the kind of person Hans should be with in the first place. Someone disgustingly rich, ethereally and nerve-rackingly beautiful, body to die for, perfect in every way possible. Not me. Klaus could work all his magic on me for years and I’ll still never be as prim, proper and perfect as her. I was stupid to ever believe otherwise. I sigh and tread back to my cabin, not really in the mood to do anything else. I hate the fact that I care so much but I do. No matter how much I tell myself otherwise, I still love Hans. Someone who doesn’t love him wouldn’t race out of the spa and burden themselves with full-body pain just because they came face to face with his new girlfriend who just so happens to be among the top ten most beautiful women in the worl
“He called you Vienna?” Nic asks through the phone. “Finally! That’s so sweet.” “I know.” I gush, remembering last night. “It’s been ‘Mrs. Carter’ ever since I saw him on the cruise. He even called me Mrs. Richards once. I went ballistic.” “Ugh. I can imagine. I’m so glad things are better between the two of you, Vi.”“Thanks, Nic. I’m glad we shared such a sweet moment even if it followed that terrible, awful dream. But I’ll try not to get too comfortable. I’ll still have to go back in three weeks. And he’ll move on with someone else. Probably that model I saw him with in Castries.” Nic called me at around ten this morning. I filled her in about everything that had happened so far. From meeting Madame Dubois,to finding out that Mom’s in Hawaii, to Julian, to learning Madame Dubois’ real name and the fact that she’s River’s grandmother, to seeing Hans with a model in Castries and right up until last night’s dream. “Hope you’re better now though. That dream must’ve been so frighten
My eyes flutter open to pitch black darkness. The air is hot and humid and I can barely breathe. My head feels like it was hit with a baseball bat, the pain is sharp and overwhelming. The surface beneath me feels nothing like the bed in my cabin. What is going on?I slowly sit up from the floor. Did I fall asleep on the ground?I must’ve rolled off my bed in the middle of the night. But the surface under me feels nothing like the soft, lush carpet in my cabin. It’s cold and hard and rough. Where am I?I try to lift my palm up to my face only to feel the biting cold of steel press against my wrist. The sound of chains crinkling informs me of exactly where I am. Terror crashes into me like a tidal wave. My blood runs cold. I’m back at the house. In my prison. Zeke. He found me. I start to panic and pull the chains harder but they’re tight and start to make my wrists sore. How could he have found me? After only a week? He’s supposed to be in Shanghai for God’s sake. No this can
I stare at Maddy/Marion in complete disbelief. Grandson? How is that even possible? They look like they come from two separate worlds.“I know, Darling. It’s hard to believe I’m even remotely related to this simpleton.” Marion says while squeezing River’s ear. “But, alas, I am. And I’ve grown quite fond of him.”“I love you too Mèré. But I’m not a simpleton.” River says, pulling her hand away from his ear.“I’ll be the judge of that, Lyon.” She says with a smug smile. I watch this exchange silently. Feeling like a member of the audience watching a play. “Umm… So how are you guys related?” I ask. “My mother is Marion’s daughter. She was born in France but came to the US as an exchange student during her college years. She met my dad in one of her classes and the rest is history.”“Yes. Your country and its men took my daughter, my Colette, away from me. And now I only see her in person every other month if I’m lucky.” Marion says with a feigned look of sadness. “But you FaceTime al
BEFORE Hans Griffin in personal crisis means the both of us working on a Sunday morning at the crack of dawn.A letter that was meant for his eyes only got mixed up in company correspondence and we’ve been trying to find it since the day before yesterday. I can’t help but wonder what’s in this letter because he’s been so paranoid and agitated about it. It’s been hell searching for this letter with him. I’ve put up with all his snide remarks and demeaning names and I’m slowly starting to get sick of it.We’ve only taken thirty minute breaks to go home and freshen up or get coffee to keep us awake.He’s not even allowing the rest of the employees to know that it’s missing. The only reason I know is because I receive all his correspondence, both personal and official. On Friday, he asked me if I’ve received any letter indicating personal matters and at the time, I hadn’t. It’s been just the two of us since Friday evening searching for this letter, and his patience has only grown thinne
PROLOGUE Vienna Carter watches, numb and desensitised, as her husband violently thrusts into a screaming prostitute. Her wrists are sore and painful from the rope clutching them together behind her chair. She is exhausted and can barely keep her soulless eyes open. Her mind is blank and beyond ready to shut down. She could fall asleep right now, even with the moans and cries piercing the air and the sound of sweaty bodies slamming against each other filling the room. But she shouldn’t. Not if she wants another searing slap to the face. She almost wishes he would knock her out. Hit her so hard her lights would go off instantly. But she’s not sure if she would survive another concussion. Though right now, a coma doesn’t sound so terrible. In fact, it sounds pleasant. Despite her efforts to stay awake, her head falls slightly. She tries her best to straighten it but fails. Her eyelids follow suit. They slowly droop over her eyes until her lashes touch. She is too weak to resi...
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