Amara stood still at the entrance of the gigantic bookstore, her eyes widening in sheer amazement. It was a place unlike any she had ever seen before. Rhys had brought her to a haven of the world she wished to live in. It always amazed her how much he knew her, from her dislikes to the things that could make her heart flutter. It was dangerous yet formidable. The intimacy one should have with their spouse, Rhys filled that void.
She teased her bottom lip. The sensation from earlier crept up her chest caging around her heart and gently shook it. Chest tightened and the butterflies in her stomach flapped their wings vigorously.
“You like it?” she yelped feeling his warm teasing breath on her ear. Taken by surprise, her eyes widened and her lips parted. Rhys grinned like the devil he was and leaned in, “You like it.” This time it was a statement than his earlier question. Amara flushed averting her eyes from his hypnotizing grey eyes and cleared he
Amara found herself captivated by the stormy depths of his eyes, where chaos seemed to reign supreme amidst the swirling grey. With a heavy sigh, she averted her gaze, seeking solace amidst the orderly rows of books that lined the shelves."Then what can I do to truly understand you?" she asked, her voice soft yet heavy."Be mine," he responded, his tone carrying an air of certainty that both intrigued and unsettled her."Am I not already yours?" she questioned, her brows furrowing in confusion.He considered her words for a moment before replying, his voice tinged with a hint of longing. "Perhaps, but I desire more than mere possession. I wish to intertwine our souls in every sense, to be enveloped in the essence of your being, regardless of its shade."She hesitated, acutely aware of the societal boundaries that loomed over their connection. "You know the consequences... it's deemed sinful, punishable."He took a step toward her, caging her between the shelf and his chest."By whom?
“What is it?” Rhys's voice cut through the tension, his eyes narrowing with anticipation as his fists clenched. The air hung heavy with tension as Rhys waited on the other end of the line, his senses keenly attuned to Lorcan's hesitant breathing. With a deep breath to steady himself, Lorcan finally found the courage to speak, his voice trembling with uncertainty. "I... I got the footage." Rhys's reaction was instinctual, his body tensing as if struck by a bolt of lightning. Footage. The word echoed in his mind, a stark reminder of the harsh reality lurking just beyond the edges of his consciousness. Amidst the chaos of recent things, he had purposely let Amara's incident slip into the back of his mind, overshadowed by the overwhelming intensity she sparked in him. Blood. It was all he could think of, the animalistic urge for blood pulsing through his veins like a relentless drumbeat. His inner beast roared to life, demanding revenge for the pain inflicted upo
“Where are we going?” Amara finally broke the silence with a question, her voice tinged with curiosity and a hint of nervousness. Rhys veered from their original route, shifting her gaze to his face behind the shades. A yearning emanated from her eyes, a silent plea to comprehend his emotions, to unravel the feelings concealed by his sunglasses. She resisted the urge to reach out and tug them away, her desire to peer into his eyes battling with the fear of further provoking him.I wish to intertwine our souls in every sense, to be enveloped in the essence of your being, regardless of its shade.She shut her eyes as his words echoed in her head. Regardless of its shade, he said. But what if… what if she was colorless? What if she was simply devoid of it all? What if she was just a blank canvas, lacking in hue and incomplete? Would he still want to be painted in her colors? Would he still mend her?She was scared of those answers. As much as she wanted him to be with her, she dreaded th
“You wouldn’t mind if I join you guys, don’t you?” Anna smiled, but the way her lips curved, made Amara anxious. She couldn’t fathom the situation. Anna turned towards Amara, her smile was sickening, making Amara swallow. The woman in front of her was someone she felt like she didn't know. Anna smirked placing her leather handbag on the table and leaned on her hands, her low-cut dress exposing her cleavage. “What say, Amara?”Amara looked at her and then at Rhys, her chest throbbed as she averted her eyes and nodded. “N-no worries, you… you can…” The world seemed blurred and hazy. She could practically feel her words ringing in her ears. Fiancé. Rhys’s fiancé. The revelation sent shockwaves through her, the sharp edges of surprise and hurt intertwining as she grappled with the reality.Amara shuddered as her chest tightened and she struggled to breathe. Pushing the chair back, she stood up, her hands balled at her sides and her head lowered. She couldn’t afford to look at them anymor
He didn’t like that. The way she ignored him tempted him to pull her close. Her leaned eyes and red rims bothered him to the point he was seething with rage. The act she was putting on, the façade and the mask she wore to hide her true emotions were gnawing at him. His eyes slowly moved down her trembling body, taking in the sight of her dishevelled dirty clothes. His jaw clenched. But he reminded himself.This was not the time. He knew she needed explanations, and he’d give her, but now was not the time. He couldn’t risk her life. This game included blood, and he’d die thousands of deaths just to make sure she lived.Rhys hid his emotions behind his cold expressions. The muscle in his jaw twitched and he resisted the urge to snap Anna’s fingers as she seductively ran them down his thigh. He grabbed her hand before she could move it low and squeezed it tight as a warning. “Don’t.”Her touch disgusted him. It was taking everything in him to pull out his gun and shoot her. Anna glance
Amara felt suffocated inside the four walls of the gigantic mansion.She stood at the centre kitchen island, her hands deftly mixing batter for cookies and cake, the scent of vanilla and sugar filling the air. Mind elsewhere, and hands automatically moving.Beside her Martha bustled about, her apron dusted with flour as she prepared ingredients for the dinner. Despite the warmth of the sun and the gentle breeze that swept through the open windows, there was a palpable chill in the air—an icy void that had settled in Amara's heart.She tried to push aside the memories that threatened to consume her, but it was difficult.A whole damn week. It had been a week since she had discovered Rhys had a fiance since she had felt the ground crumble beneath her feet. She tried to block out the image of him standing before her, his words cutting through her like a knife as he confessed to having a woman he was going to marry one day.With a pang of hurt, she recalled the events of that day faintly—
Her heart felt like it had been gripped in a vice, her breath caught in her throat as she witnessed the scene before her. Shock coursed through her veins, followed swiftly by a tidal wave of emotions that threatened to engulf her.First came disbelief, a desperate hope that what she was seeing was just a figment of her imagination, a cruel trick of the mind. But as she watched Rhys and Anna locked in an embrace, their lips pressed together in a kiss, reality crashed down upon her like a ton of bricks.Betrayal cut deep, slicing through her already wounded heart with merciless precision. She felt as though she had been punched in the gut, the pain radiating from the pit of her stomach to every corner of her being. How could he? After everything they had been through, after all the pain he had caused her, how could he simply do this so effortlessly?Anger bubbled to the surface, hot and searing, fueling the fire of her anguish. Anger at Rhys for betraying her trust, for making a mockery
Amara's brows furrowed as she slowly took in her surroundings. The events of the previous night flooded back into her consciousness like a torrential downpour. Rhys and Anna, their lips locked in a passionate embrace, and then her own head resting on Rhys's chest as sleep claimed her. Her eyes widened in realization, and she quickly turned her head away, a knot of unease tightening in her stomach."We need to talk," Rhys insisted, his voice low and throaty as he put his hands on either side of her face trapping her. Amara refused to meet his gaze and tried to push him away. Rhys barely budged. "No," she replied tersely, her tone laced with defiance. She pushed herself and tried to push him away again.But he was undeterred. He effortlessly manoeuvred her and before she knew it, she was sitting on his lap, his arms forming a protective cage around her. She glared at him, her jaw clenched with frustration. "Let go," she demanded her voice trembling with suppressed emotion. Now he want
A lush garden filled with vibrant flowers and towering trees. In the centre lies a small, serene grave adorned with a single peony. Rhys with a weathered face and gentle eyes, slowly approached, his steps heavy with the weight of memories. Raindrops fell softly, casting a melancholic veil over the scene.He smiled down at the grave and replaced the weathered Peony with a new one. “Another day, my doll.”With trembling hands, he delicately placed a fresh peony on the grave, its petals glistening with raindrops. He knelt beside it, his movements slow and deliberate. Sitting beside the grave, he gazed at it with a mixture of longing and acceptance.Twenty-five years have passed and he still couldn’t fill the void in his chest.He looked up at the sky and closed his eyes. Can you feel the rain, my love? It's as if the heavens weep with me.He reached out, his fingers brushing against the cold stone of the grave. A soft smile graced his lips as he recalled memories long past.“Do you remem
TWO MONTHS LATERRhys focused his attention carefully on the picture in his hand, slowly analyzing each detail captured within it, memorising it. His face remained void of any noticeable emotion, leaving his inner sentiments hidden from his friend’s eyes. However, Lorcan despite this, managed to catch a fleeting glimpse of longing and despair that momentarily flickered across Rhys’s dark eyes. It was an invisible twitch of his jaw and a subtle clenching of his fist that Rhys was attempting to hide. Lorcan instinctively lowered his gaze, avoiding direct eye contact with him, before repeating his previous words.A bouquet of soft pink peonies was on his lap. The one he'd never forget to bring. “Doctors said we can shift her-“ He started looking pitifully at Rhys. The man destroyed Francis and Abigail in days, and his brother behind bars, but couldn’t save his destination.“She’ll come back, right?” Rhys mumbled caressing the picture in hand. It was of them, as children.“Of course…” Lo
Two weeks laterNo matter if I am alive or not, you must always be with me, residing inside me. If I were to face death, my only wish is to spend my final moments in your arms, Amara. Whenever the rain troubles you, consider me as the raindrops. And when the warmth of the sun touches your feet, know that it is my essence within those sun rays.Rhys gripped the pen tightly in his hand, his eyes staring in darkness and he watched the stars dissipating behind the clouds in the dark sky. His heart was heavy and his eyes blurred with unshed tears.The chords of his heart were broken, his nights were sleepless. Yet he couldn't stop recalling the last look of panic and concern on her face. He should be happy that she felt something for him, but at what cost? On the verge of losing her...Whom I should ask, Amara? You are not here. Where do I search for your touches of laughter, this world is filled with silences. Where do I find happiness, Amara, when you are not here? I don't know how many
"Fuck, Amara! Don't die on me!" Rhy’s fear was palpable as he carried her inside the car, his growl echoing in the tense atmosphere. The urgency in the air increased when Lorcan swiftly followed suit, his actions mirroring the sound of distant gunshots that pierced through the day."Rhys... Rhys.." Rhys clenched his fists as she muttered through her mouth drawing in deep breaths. Her hand limply slipped through his fingers.Lorcan wasted no time in sliding into the passenger side, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any threats. With a surge of adrenaline, he pressed his foot on the accelerator, causing the engine to roar to life, matching the intensity of their situation.He felt a rush of adrenaline. It was too intense and too overwhelming as he felt sweat trickling down his back."Drive fast!" Rhys muttered as a few cars followed them. Lorcan cursed in Italian and pulled the windows down.Rhys’s concerned gaze fixated on Amara’s complexion, which appeared remarkably pale, while
A sharp agonising pain stung the side of her body as she moaned in pain. She panted as she tried to blink the blurriness away. There was a long silent pause for a moment when a scream left her mouth as her body was jerked forward. Confused and panicked she yelped as she felt something trailing down her arms.Looking down she saw blood oozing down her arms, the pain came afterwards when she realised she had a deep cut over her upper arm. The tattered piece of shirt dug into the wound as she winced at the stinging sensation. Crawling on her legs she pushed herself up as she swayed at the dizziness.With unfocused vision, she breathed heavily trying to stand still but due to weakness and exhaustion, she stumbled a step back before a large pair of hands e flushed her in a warm embrace.There was chaos all around but what stood among them was shooting sounds. Amara felt her heart pounding loudly in her chest as she looked baffled at the person behind her. Her eyes widened as she saw his fa
"Get up." Amara looked confusedly at two men towering over her. Dressed in black clothes and scary tattoos.A deep frown formed on her face, accompanied by a sense of discomfort and unease. Having remained in a stationary state for a long duration of nearly a day or so, her legs had gradually succumbed to a numbing sensation, rendering them almost unresponsive to her commands. Thus, when she attempted to move, her steps were unsteady and unstable, causing her to stumble momentarily. The guard hastily and instinctively reached out, swiftly grasping her arm. With a swift motion, he began to lead her towards the door with an undeniable urgency.A sudden surge of panic forcefully swept over her entire being, overwhelming her senses and plunging her further into a state of trepidation. It was as if a new, more potent wave of fear had washed over her, intensifying the gravity of the situation. As her gaze frantically scanned the surroundings, her eyes inevitably locked with the piercing sta
"YOU PROMISED SHEʼD BE SAFE! YOU FUCKING PROMISED!" Adrian bombarded in Rhys’s office unannounced. Rhys’s jaw ticked a subtle frown of annoyance on his handsome face."And she will be," Rhys said nonchalantly ignoring him. Rhys didn’t pay him any attention, all his focus was on his computer screen where he was looking at the files on Francis. If these filed were to be released in public, Donovon's reputation would be in ashes in less than an hour. "HOW?! YOU LET THOSE FUCKERS TAKE HER!" Adrian slammed his fists on the table as Rhys glared at him. Adrian looked dead in his brother’s eyes, his orbs dilating as his teeth clenched. "You said you won't let anyone touch her again!" Rhys tilted his head, remembering he also sent the video footage to Adrian a day ago, which explained why he was in Spain. The videotape. Ever since Rhys had seen that, he hadn't been able to sleep. The pain and humiliation his little doll went through was bone-chilling. It took every ounce in him to not do s
Amara shrieked in fear, she woke up terrified from the nightmare, her body drenched in sweat. Her heart racing and her hands trembling as she tried to catch her breath, the memory of the terrifying images still fresh in her mind. She didn't understand what she exactly saw a nightmare or twisted fragment of her lost memories. It all seemed too real to be called a mere nightmare.Reality blurred with the remnants of the nightmare, leaving her disoriented and unsure of her surroundings. Anxiety coursed through her veins, a relentless tide threatening to overwhelm her fragile sense of composure. She longed for the comforting embrace of Rhys.Yet, despite her desperate yearning for solace, she found herself hesitating to close her eyes again, afraid of what horrors the night may hold. Each moment of wakefulness was a precarious balance between the desire for rest and the dread of reliving the nightmare's torment. She was scared. Terrified. Top of FormShe patted her cheek when she felt som
He clenched his fists, teeth grinding as he looked down at her unconscious frame. The straps of the dress had slipped down to her shoulder exposing the delicate collar bones. A flash of raging blood flashed through his eyes as his dark eyes zeroed in on the hickeys on her neck descending under her blouse. It infuriated him when he saw Rhys with her, and it angered him more knowing that the bastard had her. So many days without her. "I fucking don't care. I am not backing down." He raised his head ever so gradually as his dark eyes held his Francis. Francis clenched his jaw as he said. "I can kill for her too. And I won't hesitate, not even a bit." Francis let out a frustrated sigh as he ran his hand through his dishevelled hair. He looked at Amara and another stressed breath left his mouth. He was fucked, along with his son. Not only did he mess with Rhys, but Rhys De Luca would also crush them under his feet. ***** Amara woke up with a pounding sensation and dizzy head. The firs