Oops, what do you think happened to Richard? And do you think it's really over for Elena?
Simon didn’t know what had gotten into him, but frankly speaking, he didn’t care either.If not for his men informing him about the incident last night—how they lost her after she got into Richard’s car—he wouldn’t have been able to come and get her.Fuck! He was so pissed.And it didn’t help the way she kept defending that fucking bastard.Didn’t she know how it would make him feel if she continued to talk about her ex-husband in front of him, singing his praises as if he were some sort of saint?Dammit! Didn’t she know Simon was possessive? How hard it already had been to stay away from her?He had never been so mad at her, never.But right now, he felt like dragging her into a cellar and locking her up.He sighed. Of course, he would never do that to her—never drag her to a cellar.Though he wasn’t quite sure about the locking-up part. If he wished to keep her safe and away from prying eyes, that seemed like the best thing to do.“What do you mean my time is over?”And there she was
It was only when the car came to a halt, Elena was able to sigh in relief.She didn’t wait even for a second, and before Simon could say a word, she was out of the car like a bat out of hell. Not wanting to stay close to him anymore, afraid he would do something as insane as fucking her with his fingers, no matter how much she tried to stop him.God, she couldn’t even say that she did not like it.But still, all his men were watching—well, probably—and if not that, then they surely must have heard her moaning at the top of her lungs. Just the thought of garnering attention for something like that made her blush again.She clenched her fists, determined not to talk to him ever again.But before she got the chance to reach the house, she noticed something unfamiliar. Her eyes widened as she quickly realized: this wasn’t Matthews’ residence.This was Simon’s home.No way. He wasn’t serious about what he said back at the cottage, right? He didn’t mean it when he said her time was over, di
To say Elena was pissed would be an understatement. Knowing that Simon was right, and that Richard had actually done what Simon had been accusing him of from the beginning, made her feel like an idiot. She couldn’t believe she had ignored her gut feeling so stubbornly.The moment Richard showed up like that, she knew something was strange, that something was not right, that everything that was happening was quite convenient. But she ignored it all in favor of her faith in him, and the guilt she felt for accusing him of something he didn’t do in the past. Shit. She was such an idiot.Simon was right. She was better than this, smarter than this to be fooled by just about anyone. After the driver was taken away from her sight, she turned to face Simon again. She still had questions, still some puzzles bothered her.“What about that car that had been tailing us? I saw it with my own eyes. Did… did Richard set that up too?”God, she was going to kill him. Kill her ex-husband for lying to h
Josh was in the guest room—the one he had been occupying ever since he woke up from the coma—when he heard something crash outside his room.His heart leapt into his throat, and blame it on the deeply seated paranoia in his bones, before he could help himself, his brain was flipping through the worst-case scenarios.In seconds, he had thrown open the doors and seemed ready to save or tackle whatever it was.To his surprise, it wasn’t either Caleb or Elena who needed the help, it was Kelsey.And to his absolute horror, she was lying on the floor with her back to the wall, broken pieces of a vase scattered all around her.Before Josh could come to a conclusion about what the hell he was witnessing, the sister of his dead wife hiccuped.“Josh!” she practically sang his name, her eyes a little droopy. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t…” she wiped her face with the back of her hand. “…I didn’t see the vase. Who the hell keeps a decorative right in the middle of a hallway though?” She tried to get up bu
Josh stormed back into the room, feeling like breaking someone’s face.Goddammit! Who the fuck did she think she was to sputter such nonsense like that? And about her own sister? Who the fuck did that? And why? What did she think she would gain from it? Why did she try to stain the name of his wife?God, he was pissed off.Shaking his head, he went to his study and took a bottle from the small bar in the corner. He poured himself a tumbler full of whiskey and gulped it down without pause. He winced, his throat burning with a sensation that almost hurt.But he held it in. He slammed the empty tumbler back on the table before making himself another round.Shit.The last time he wanted to get drunk this badly was a long time ago.But now, he just wanted to keep drinking until everything that dumb bitch had said about his wife was drowned by the alcohol. He just wanted to forget about it, forget it in a way that he never remembered the conversation ever happened.Could he do that? Was it
It was the worst night of her life.Elena Matthews sat in the dimly lit movie theater, her fingers absently tapping on the armrest as she watched the huge screen flicker to life with images of love and betrayal.A sudden vibration in her purse, alerted her to a new message.With a furrowed brow, she discreetly retrieved her phone and unlocked the screen, her heart racing at the sight of the notification. A text from an unknown number. The message was brief yet jarring, causing her breath to hitch in her throat as she read the words that would forever alter the course of her life.“Hotel Sunset. Room 721.”Her hands shook uncontrollably as she brought the device up to her face, reading the last text once again.Suddenly, Elena was consumed by rage. Clutching the phone tightly to her chest, she grabbed her purse and bolted out of the theatre.She could explain to Danika later. Her best friend’s new movie screening was important, but it paled in comparison to the chaos now unfolding in h
The slap on Elena’s face stung like a bitch, but instead of snapping back or stopping the abuse of her mother-in-law, she chose to swallow her anger down her throat.It was not the time. Or the place.“How dare you do this to my son? How dare you? It is because of you he’s in this condition right now. All because of you.”Well, that certainly wasn’t a lie. No matter which way you looked at it, the truth remained the same. If it weren’t for the rage that blinded her, she wouldn’t have struck her husband with the largest vase in the room. And she certainly wouldn’t have stood there, watching him bleed to death after the blow to his head.Thankfully, Cecelia knew what to do, the same adopted sister her husband had been fucking for God knows how long. Even the thought of his betrayal brought a bitter taste to her mouth, shot a piercing pain through her chest and made her want to scream her head off.Elena clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms as she fought to keep her compo
The Aristocrat Health Institute was one of the best private hospitals in the world.Not only was it the most prestigious, but not everyone could afford to pay its exorbitant fees. Despite this, many people high on the social ladder, including powerful politicians, bureaucrats, and business tycoons, sought medical treatment here. The highly trained and experienced doctors and nurses working there were always ready to go the extra mile for their patients.The Aristocrat Health Institute was also owned by the Matthews and Sons Group.But ten years ago, Elena Matthews had left everything behind so she could prove her worth to her father.If her father’s words were to be believed, Elena was never going to get anything in the business anyway. Her brother was everything her father wanted: smart, obedient, and business-minded like their father. However, the one thing that set the father and son apart was the faith her brother had in Elena.Her brother, Josh Matthews, always had her back, no m