[ ON HIATUS. ] ‘I can’t wait to make you mine, Lorelei.’ I read the text with a naughty smile. That’s Leo. The man I fell in love with via chat. I thought it was dumb to love someone you’ve never met, but look at me now. ‘I can’t wait for you to rip off my underwear.’ I texted and sent. Shivers ran down my spine while waiting for his response. Sexting through casual texts has become a thing I enjoy with him now. I bit my lips as I stared at our chat, anticipating. Just then, someone barged into my room. I put my phone down like I was doing something wrong. It was my mother. She has a worried look on her face. My father and stepmother walked in holding an envelope. I stared at them confused. “Pack your things and leave. You will get married on Thursday.” My father said cruelly. My brows creased and I tried to object but he held out the papers. “You don’t have a say in this Lorelei. I already sold you out.” What is he talking about? How can he arrange my own wedding? I knew I wasn’t my father’s favourite child, but this is next level hate. “Go and live with your husband. He bought you. And darling, there’s no turning back.” My stepmom added with a smile and threw the document on my bed. I picked it up and read the first page. ‘This contract seals the marriage between Ace Salvatore and Lorelei Stanley.’ Ace Salvatore? The man rumoured to be the devil himself.... My phone made a gentle ding and I looked at it. It was Leo. Tears cascaded my eyelids. How can I marry someone when I’m in love withsomeoneelse?
ดูเพิ่มเติม- ACE - I turn to the other side, laying restlessly on my bed. I feel uneasy. Really uneasy. During these past few minutes, I have spent my time making decisions and unmaking already made decisions which I thought I settled on but later broke the resolve to carry on with it. I turn again, this time, my back finds comfort on my bed and my head is directed upwards to face the ceiling. The one thing who has been keeping me this restive is not even here. It’s my wife. I swallow. Not once has she left my mind since she evacuated my home and after so much hatred for my thoughts and fighting it, I’ve finally agreed to let it be. I can’t stop thinking about her, even though I don’t want to but I guess I can accept her disturbing my mind as my own slow, non-deadly poison. The type of venom that’s pestful but not harmful. A half smirk paints my lips. That is definitely the word to describe Lorelei. I let out a sigh. She’s out there with some man while in here acting like a baby d
- LORELEI - I check my phone again, checking in on the uber booking. My ride is almost here. This makes a smile form on my face as I let my hand fall down to hang freely. I feel uncomfortable. Thrilled yet uncomfortable. The night breeze is somewhat chilly on my skin but I don’t have a jacket with me, I didn’t think I’d need one till I stepped outside but I don’t want to go back in to get one. The last thing I want is to stumble across my lawfully, wedded ‘husband’. I scoff and roll my eyes at the same time. That’ll definitely be problematic. I let out a sigh, staring out the gate in anticipation. Ace hurt my arm. My balm aided to reduce the swelling but not the tinted colour and that was where foundation came in. If my date doesn’t really take little things into detail, he won’t notice. My hands rest on the opposite arms as I voice out a shiver. The weather is getting chillier. I rub my hands on my arms gently. It aids with producing just the right amount of heat to keep
- ACE - I look out the window, with what I think is rage burning through every inch of my body to my very soul watching her nicely dressed in my compound, preparing to leave. She’s going on with it. With this date. Lorelei has completely chosen to be unreasonable with her decisions even though it’s not safe for her. Blatantly choosing to defy me is one thing, but on the verge of her own safety? That’s another thing that I find highly stupid. What is wrong with her? And why do I even care? The thing is, I don’t know but I’m so bothered and pretending that I’m not is not helping. I don’t think it is doing me any good. Maybe another accident and visit to the hospital will leave her being sensible about casual outings with random men. Someone random to me, maybe not to her? I can’t tell, I didn’t ask, but from the little I heard from her conversation, it seemed so. My brows furrow as I watch her. She looks beautiful. I hate that she looks this beautiful. I hate that she’s c
- LORELEI - He’s so impossible. I dip two of my fingers in an ointment jar and gently massage my arm. My brows crease slightly as I wince. Thanks to this asshole of a man, I have a bruise on my arm. I take a deep breath, taking more ointment then reapplying it on my arm. At least, it’s not extreme physical abuse. . . I think, blowing air on my arm. . . . I’m used to being maltreated so this is nothing compared to it. He will have to do more than that to make me shiver. More than he did yesterday? After all, from what I remember, all he did was speak and it left you crying like a baby. I scoff at my thoughts. It’s true, his words got to me, but after spending nearly half my life receiving verbal abuse and taking it all in because I had no choice, I was bound to break down some day. Maybe yesterday was that day and last night was that hour. I take a deep breath then let out an exhale slowly. That will be the last time I’d cry for a man. All men have done is disappoint me since
- ACE - I let out a sigh walking through the corridor and having a quick glance through in the room of every door I come across. You could say I’m looking for something. More like someone and as much as I’d love to deny it, it’s true. I want to meet her. Not to apologise per se, but to sympathise. I was wrong last night and I need her to know that as much as I don’t give a shit about her, there’s a teeny part of pity in me who feels sorry for fragile, weak women. Well, that’s what I want her to think. Deep down, I know I’ve been fazed by the nightmare. While the thought of having someone share my sorrow is nice, I don’t want to. . . I take a short pause, trying to think of the right word. . . Lose someone in the process. Someone it’s getting apparent that drives me mad. In the bad way, not the butterflies nonsense people declare they go through. Yet, despite this, I don’t want to lose this person. At least, not until I’ve gotten the revenge I’ve so ardently craved for
- LORELEI - “Don’t say a word.” I murmur to her, holding my hand up to hush her before she even attempts to speak. “Just follow behind me quietly.” I add. “I don’t even want to hear the sound of your feet on the ground as you walk.” Call me evil but after crying my eyes out last night, any slight noise will induce a headache and that is the last thing I want. Claire, seemingly reasonable, did not answer me. You know, I tend to like her more when she’s quiet. My hand draws up my face to rest on the bridge of my nose as I let out an exhale. I’m starving. And since I cannot eat without him, I will be faced with another insufferable experience while sat opposite him, the thought just happens to not leave my mind. Imagine dining with one’s tormentor knowing escape is not an option because you belong to him legally. Not by choice, but my purchase. I am a human being but it doesn’t seem like it. And Ace has made it clear he will break me till I am nothing but ruined. It’s ironic. H
- LORELEI - I let out a sigh, staring at my weary reflection in the mirror. Underneath my eyes are sore. I cried myself to bed last night. A half smile barely made its way to my lips before crumbling back to the hard stare at myself in the mirror. My life is miserable but I want to quit complaining about it. It never changes anything, and now that I’m. . . Married. . . I doubt anything is going to change. At least, not much in the way I want it to. I sniff, rinsing my face for the umpteenth time. The redness of my nose and eyes do not seem to falter and the last thing I want is to walk down those stairs and have him know his words got to me yesterday. So what if I’m broke and have nothing to my name? I ask myself, an attempt to boost my confidence. At least I’m not some trust fund child who grew to be an entitle adult. At least I worked hard and paid for everything I’ve had sin
- ACE - Early this morning, I woke up to something alarming. Not bad news or something of that sort. It was a bad dream. Never have I thought I’d be plagued by nightmares and never have I thought it would be so bad that it would leave my mind disheveled. It was so vivid and horrifying. A dream of the one moment that has plagued me nearly all through my life. The one moment where everything I held dear crumbled all because I was weak, just with a little twist. Am I still weak? I remembered myself asking me in my dream. No! A solemn whisper cried, talking to me. It was recognisable to be my own voice yet it was not me speaking. You’re strong- the voice continued. Then why do people I care about keep falling into accidents? Keep dying for my sake? I questioned the voice. A chuckle echoed, an eerie one bubbling through the darkness all around me. Suddenly, I saw blood. The image of the terrifying sight of the gory view of her replayed in my head on a loop. I saw every part
[Hello reader! After a long hiatus, I am back and continuing this story for good! Do read and enjoy! Also, I did read my previous chapters and realised I switched tenses a lot, for this reason, I will be sticking with present tense. Enjoy the chapter!] - ACE - Lorelei is not home. I can’t help but worry. I sent Isabel to pick her up but I arrived here before her and it leaves me feeling incredibly unsettled. Not because Lorelei is a pain in the ass to Isabel but because of this accident. And also because of the fact that Catherine mentioned her, my mind reminds. I let out a sigh, raising my hand up to peak at the time on my wrist watch. I’ve been here for hours yet there has been no sign of her. After a very stressful day today with the annual, company meeting, this is not something I thought would be a bother to me. I’ll call Isabel. I dip my hand in my pocket to pick my phone when the door comes open. I’m standing not too far from it so it wasn’t hard to miss. Waltzing
-Lorelei – I dipped my fingers into my pussy and moaned, following his orders. I’d done this before but never like this. Leo is on the call, telling me what to do. Telling me how bad he wants me and how he’ll ruin me when we meet. It turned me on and I’m touching myself to his words. Whoever said phone sex is overrated just doesn’t have it right with the right person. And Leo is my right person. “Lorelei.” He called my name in the most desirous, lustful way he could muster and that melted my heart. My pussy pooled. “I’m close.” He said to me and I heard him groan. That has to be the sexiest thing since the whole existence of evolution. I love that he’s captivated by me even though we’re distances apart. This is my cue to lure him in. Breathlessly, I tried to speak. “Shall we switch to video call?” I asked, I’m about to cum and I want to see him. Feel as if he is here. Curse long distance. Who knew I’d be down bad this way? Leo switched faster than I could blink my eyes and I sa...
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