Axel “That presentation was as boring as the dress you’re wearing” I say looking at the woman in disgust. She burst into tears and ran out of the room like a child. I lean back in my chair and roll my eyes at the pathetic people seated in front of me. “All of you get out and make sure yo-“ I stopped when a gorgeous woman walked into the room. Excitement instantly rushed through my body as my eyes travelled up those long sexy legs. How I would enjoy being between them. The things I would make her do on top of me. “Everybody out!” I bark. When they left, I got up and walked to her side. “Hello there, how may I help you ? “ “Well … that depends. I came to visit an old friend, but seeing you … I have a place not far from here. We can go, if you like.” I didn’t even think twice with my brain. I made my dick choose. “For a woman like you … of course” “We should get going then” she replies licking her lips. I led her to my car and we got in. There was no way I was going to make such a sex
Axel "What is taking you so long Hannah?!" I bark from the living room. I apply the pain relief cream to my legs and hands. The things I want to do to Cheska right now! How I wish she would kill herself. My life would be so much better. That stupid private investigator is taking forever to get me the details about her life so I can end her. She must have a weakness, that I can use to end her forever! I can't believe she had the guts to set me up like that! She needs to pay for this. I had to take a day off work because of my entire body is in pain. It felt like the aftermath of working out for the first time. The broom looked so flimsy, I didn't know it would hurt me this much. I'm going to punish her so bad she'll regret it! "Hannah!" I bark again. She rushed out of the kitchen with the trey. At that moment Cheska came out and sat down in the sofa opposite of me. "Forgive me Mr. Crivelli" Hannah pleads. "Whatever!" "I am very sorry sir." "Past me the morning newspaper now!" I ord
Three weeks later Jane I read the letter my mother sent me over and over again. I inhaled deeply. The past three weeks have been hell, and Prince wasn't the only reason. My mother has been digging into my skin like a knife for money, and I was struggling to get it to her. I had no way to get it to her. It's not like I could ask Prince for it, and I can't bring myself to steal from him. I just can't do it. It's his money After All. Not mine. But my mother doesn't care about that, because according to her, I'm rich now, and I'm able to give her whatever she needs. I want a job so bad, but who is going to hire someone without a degree? Who is going to hire the wife of a billionaire asshole? No one. Everyone would say there's no need for me to work since I'm already rich. But little do they know. The perfect couple they see on tv. is not so perfect in real life. I can't even begin to imagine how much Prince hates me. Honestly, I don't even blame him. I wish I could explain everything t
Jane Life hates me. That's all I can say. How can it love me when I tried to end the pain, and it stopped me. The world would have been a way ... better place. Just as my mother said. The universe just had to involve itself and decide against me dying. Just because it enjoys seeing me suffer. Why did Prince have to save me? He should have just let me die. At least his life would have been better. I inhaled ... then exhaled. "How are you feeling sis?" Drake asked, interrupting my thoughts. I sat up and faced him. "I just wanted to die. Why can't you guys just make me die?! Your life would be so much better!" I screamed fisting myself in the head. "Don't say that! Please ... " He lowered his head and grabbed my hand. "This is all my fault Cheska. I should have never allowed this to go this far. I should never have made you marry that man. I should have been a better brother, but instead I sat around praying that maybe, just maybe things would get better. I thought that somehow Prince
Axel A few weeks past since my stupid wife tried killing herself, and somehow I find myself checking up on her as if I care. I really don't. Somehow, I just can't allow her to kill herself. Of course she gets on top of my last nerve, but that doesn't mean I actually want her dead. I just say that to make her feel like hell. The fact that she overdosed because of my words bothers me, deeply. It has been bothering me ever since, because she could have died, and it would have been my fault. I locked her in a position to not retaliate to me. I threatened the life of her cousin if she talked over me. That's some real pussy move. I can't help it though. How do I treat a woman who marries me for my money like a queen? I can’t do that! I can't love her. I need her to break, like glass. I need her to shatter! I need her to feel the pain I feel. I should've just taken the blame for the accident years back, but I was too young, and stupid. Prison is way better than a bitch mother and a fucked u
Jane "I have feelings for you." Alex words played through my head. "What?" "You heard me. I want you so badly Cheska. You are so sexy and beautiful. You're an amazing woman. Prince has everything. He doesn't love you, so we can be together. He doesn't even have to know about us. You are too perfect for Prince" "What type of friend are you?" I asked trying to push him away from me, but he wouldn't budge. "Prince doesn't deserve you. I do! You deserve to be treated like a queen, I can treat you like a queen. I'm not a billionaire, but I can make you happy Cheska! You must have seen the way I looked at you since the first day we met. The way I kept flirting with you. You must have known that I liked you! I know you like me too" He clasp both hands in a begging motion. "Excuse me, I don't like you. Never had and Never will! You're like a rotten mango filled with worms" "No Cheska, stop lying. You like me! I can see it in your eyes." "Oh my God! Those letters I have been getting. Th
Jane I ate one slice of pizza then I went downstairs to get something to drink. To my relief both assholes had left. I poured myself a glass of cranberry juice and headed back to my bedroom. I switch on the tv and started watching the episodes of power, which I had missed out on. I wanted to shoot that dumbass Dre, and behead Tariq so badly! If only I could enter the tv. Just when the show started to get more interesting the doorbell rang. Of course I ignored it, but it kept ringing to my annoyance. I can bet it’s Mrs. Crivelli, or my mother. I got up and marched downstairs. I opened the door, and rolled my eyes. “Not happy to see me?” “Obviously not” “That’s not nice of you Mrs. Crivelli. I’m sure I’m your best friend” Andrew replied laughing. “So, what are you up to?” “Well … I was watching power, but you interrupted me” “That’s a dumb show” he growled. “Don’t make me fight you” I say pointing a finger at him. “That’s the best show out right now.” I closed the door behind me a
Jane Tears ran down my face as I gripped at my hair. As much as I hate Prince I didn’t want this. How can he die like this?! How can the idiot die?! I get it! We all have to die, but not yet Prince. Not yet! “Mrs. Crivelli.” I ignored Andrew. “Mrs. Crivelli. Mrs. Crivelli!” “What?!” I bark. My eyes snapped open. I was covered in sweat from head to toe. My body was shaking in fear. “I’m sorry Mrs. Crivelli, but are you okay?” “I- I- Prince. Dream. I. Dreamt that he died” I wiped my wet eyes, sat up and scratched my now damped scalp. That was the most awful realistic feeling ever. I feel paralyzed. “Your husband will be okay” I nodded my head and stood up. What if this dream actually comes true? No Cheska. Think positive. I took out my phone and dialed his mother’s number again. This time she ended the call. I bite my lips and close my eyes. “Come on asshole pull through. You’re a jackass, but please … pull through.” By this time the press had already heard about the incident and