Closing my eyes, I inhaled through my nose, trying my best to calm my racing heart.I've been awake since fifteen minutes ago. Staring at the snow falling behind the window. Staring at that scene… while all the cells in my body were moving in a chaotic and chaotic manner.I accepted Rhysand's offer to stay here, with him, and somehow ... I gave in to the passion that burned my veins. As I always do, I give in to his touch and all the adoration he throws at me. And it ended until two in the morning, if only I hadn't asked him to stop.And now .. my body aches, and I'm upset. Although the irritation was only a speck and was covered by an embarrassing explosive feeling.And here we ended, embracing each other under the thick blanket covering our nakedness, embracing like couples, and I, already awake, enjoying the view of the snowfall from behind the window.This feeling makes me comfortable and safe. And I don't know if I should be afraid or not."Morning." The whisper from behind me an
I looked at myself through the mirror in Rhysand's walk-in closet.Annoyance continued to creep up inside my heart at the sight of the numerous red marks on my neck, on my collarbone, and on my chest.Damn.I didn't know whether to let go of my cursing or not, because when Rhysand put these signs, all I could feel was pleasure and pleasure. And.. yeah, I'm fucked up. Then, what will his family say if they see all this on my body?! So, I pulled my ponytail and let my chest hair down, I combed it for a while.I snorted, and chose to suppress my anger before picking up the goodybag containing my clothes that he just gave me. Luckily, it was a blue long-sleeved sweater, and jeans. Apparently Rhysand already knows my taste in clothes. He doesn't order any more mini dresses, and I won't freeze to death.Didn't spend much time getting ready, I only took five minutes and then walked out of the super luxurious room. Found Rhysand sitting on the side of the bed in a black t-shirt, denim pants a
My family owns several luxury private planes but Rhysand del Millero's plane is truly luxurious.I don't feel like I'm on a plane but like I'm in a luxury hotel room if I don't see the abstract clouds behind the window. I felt that everything my family had was nothing compared to what Rhysand had. Yes, I'm sure they belong to Rhysand, because I've seen some of his big private planes on the runway have his name engraved: RID. Doesn't that stand for Rhysand Iker del Millero? I snorted. No wonder he has that annoying arrogance because what he has is more than I could ever imagine.I sat on the side of the bed, having been asleep for almost five hours alone because Rhysand seemed to be in a serious conversation with one of the well-dressed men, who I guessed was someone else who worked for him, and I had showered and changed into the clothes he had prepared: a dark brown mini dress, with brocade accents, and a sabrina-shaped neckline. There was a thick coat hanging in the changing room ea
And three hours later we were here.Another luxury penthouse belonging to Rhysand in Barcelona. I looked at the beautiful view of the city from behind the glass wall in the living room. I took a sip of the tea he gave me earlier, and then leaned my back on this comfortable sofa chair."Yeah, we'll be there in an hour, tía." Rhysand's voice sounded closer, and so did his steps.I turned back to look at him."Let the party begin without them." Rhysand stroked my face when he was near me, and then bent down to kiss my forehead briefly "It's okay. See you later, then" He said and then hung up. "You don't like this tea?"I frowned as I looked up. "I like it." I answered. "It that your aunt? What's wrong with her?""There's a party at her house and she wants us to come.""What party? Why didn't you say anything earlier?"Rhysand sat beside me, and one of his arms wrapped around my waist. “She just told me when we arrived, and it was really sudden. Previously my intention to be here was to d
"Tia, Tio." Rhysand greeted the two middle-aged who were looking at us with a smile.There were absolutely no condescending glances from them at me, no one looking at me like they had a lot of questions in their heads. They really looked at me like I wasn't Jordan's ex-girlfriend who turned to another Millero.“Finally you two have come,” Jasmine Millero looked at us alternately with her shady smile, and it really was very sweet. I swallowed heavily under the weight of the kind gaze she had for me. "Nice to see you again, Amanda."I forced a smile on my lips behind the roar in my heart. "Nice to see you again, Mrs Millero." I don't know what to call her. Last time she didn't object to any calls from me so, yeah, I think that's the right call for her.Jasmine Millero smiled, this time it was different. Her gaze was so withered, as if there was a regret there. "Are you all right, Amanda?"I nodded."I'm grateful for that.""We're sorry, we're really sorry about what happened to Jordan.
My heart skipped a beat as Zwetta Millero stepped into the room in a simple yet beautiful, classy accented dress. There was a high bun on her head and a brown pin adorned her hair. She looked at me and looked at Jordan's mother alternately then stopped at her."This is none of your business, Jas. This is about my son and Amanda. He is my son, not yours." Her words sounded sharp, low and frightening.Surprise hit me when I realized I had just faced another side of Zwetta Millero. I still remember the first time I met the two of them at a party. They look normal and seem to interact normally. I had no idea that the interaction could turn a hundred and eighty degrees like this just because they were arguing about who was right for their child."Anything to do with Rhysand is my business too." Jasmine Miller replied sarcastically. "For someone who has abandoned her kids, it's really unwise to be entitled, Zwetta.""You brought that up again?" Zwetta Miller chuckled, without the humor that
I gasped for air as Rhysand pushed me into the car after receiving our two coats that one of the butlers had given us. Rhysand shuts the door a little hard and I wince again as I fasten my seatbelt.He walked around in front of his car, his expression tense and irritated, and I'm guessing that his feelings right now are really bad and messed up. Maybe the reason was because his parents were there, and the commotion that was going on that he couldn't stand there. Of course it was because of what his parents had done, I couldn't stand being in the same place with someone who had hurt me so deeply.I followed him until he got into the car with my eyes fixed. I swallowed heavily before speaking. "Are you okay, Rhys?"He looked straight at me with narrowed eyes. "I should be the one asking that, Amanda."I opened my mouth, dumbfounded for a few seconds before answering. "I'm fine. You should be worried about your mom and aunt." I said quietly as I looked away from him."We'll talk about it
"I know enough that you already know what happened to me and Bellva with our parents." His words made me stiffen for a while, before calming down again and feeling his rough fingers on my stomach again."Hmm. Your grandma said it—I swear I didn't force her to tell me anything." I started to look at him who was behind me, but he immediately put his face at the intersection of my neck, it made me stare back ahead towards the surface of the lake reflecting the moonlight.After finishing dinner, and after I cleaned up myself, changed my clothes into his oversized T-shirt, Rhysand immediately pulled me to sit here. Comfortable sofa bed located on the second floor, the living room overlooking the beautiful view in front.I sat between his legs, while he supported me from behind, making me lean against the front of his hard and masculine body. This is so normal, and normal for anyone, but for me who has only dated an average guy like Jordan a few times, it makes me really nervous. Skinship a
Rhysand. I caressed her face, amazed at how soft her skin was, and how it would still be beautiful even when she fell asleep with her mouth open and her hair messy.I planted a kiss on his forehead, stroking the enlarged belly, containing our two children. Something lit up inside me. Happiness and many more thrilling feelings that make me always kneel in front of her.I kissed her again, kissing her face with light kisses, and biting her cheek which were more chubby than before.Cute.She writhes under me, grunting when her sleep is disturbed. Her hand pushed my face away, I chuckled."Stay away from me, Rhys. I still want to sleep." Her scolding comes back, and butterflies fly in my chest when I feel that this is real. That she was already in my arms and no one would be able to take her away from me. Even her my famlily, and my family.I put my face on her neck, sipping on the skin of her neck, inhaling the scent that will never bore me. "I love you." The words just came out.She sh
Rafaella isn't much different from our dad, I spent the afternoon listening to her talk about how I should divorce him, raise my two kids with them instead of Rhysand, saying that Rhysand was a bad influence on our kids.I never paid any attention to her. Never bothered about her, I never even filled it into my mind. All I did was hear her, and make a face that I didn't care about what she said. She left when she got tired of lecturing me.Rafaella can be a supportive sibling, and so can I, but she can be a bitch sometimes and always brings something up, whatever she does is keep me wrong, and makes me the coward of all. I know that it's in her nature, but now I can't take it anymore. I was just trying to put my real face on, and tell her that I never heard any of the lectures she gave.I never got any support from her, all she did was blame me and say that everything happened because of me. I did feel it was a mistake, that I should have stayed away from Rhysand. But I have never reg
Rhodes, Greece, Two Months Later.Silence.Quiet.Silent.Empty.Empty.I leaned myself on the small green sofa bed on the balcony. Staring at the beautiful scenery in front of me. Beautiful Lindos beach, and some small kayaks that reach almost the middle of the beach. I put my pregnancy book on top of my stomach which was protruding more than it should. I know that because I'm carrying two babies, and Rafaella often looks at my belly in horror. I don't feel bad about it. Pride and happiness seep into my chest. Realizing that I will be a mother soon.On the other hand the emptiness and silence still surrounds my heart. Shadows and hopes for someone to be by my side to be with me, and face this together. I knew that I was too naive, too hopeful that he would come to me, and take me home. That he would do everything for us. But I'm sure he will. I can't deny how crazy he is and how he could do anything for me. I've been in that position before, and I underestimate his love if I dare to
Seven years later.I leaned back in my chair after finishing chatting with business colleagues who happened to stop me and engage me in conversation with so much nonsense.I took a sip of wine, putting my hands in the pockets of my formal trousers, looking at a woman sitting with her family. There were two women with the same face, and I didn't have to bother to tell which was the other and which was the woman I had been obsessed with for the past seven years.Amanda Dimitriou.Yeah, I've fallen that deep for her. There wasn't a day I spent without watching her from afar until I could even recognize her from a hundred meters away. If she only knew what I've done—how many people's blood I've spilled just because of that about her .. would she have run away?Well, of course yes. Do i care? No. The thing Amanda should know is that she can't run away from me when I come to claim her later.I've already made a plan. Did something to her : got her wasted tonight, stole her, and then brought
It's all fun, and feels so fast.Feels hazy, and so satisfying until I wake up in the morning. Sitting myself on the bed of a two hundred thousand dollar hotel room, staring at the messy bed room. Someone messed up this room last night, and I know it was me. Well, I was drunk, which I never do anymore. I have a high tolerance for alcohol, and I never want to make myself vulnerable in a crowd. I would choose to get drunk in my own room, and then face a headache the next day.Exception for tonight. It's like I'm back in my early puberty : high on alcohol, and then finding a different woman every weekend sleeping in the same bed as me. Naked, of course. I've rarely done that, at least I've never done it in a high state and then forgot the safeguard I always use. I wouldn't take such a risk while I was having conscientious sex, and relief washed over me to see the ripped condom packaging on the floor.I believe my hangover came from exhaustion after having fun and exploring five countries
I realized that I was twenty-two years old, and I had graduated from a business school in New York.It's really an extraordinary thing, and on the other hand it's so annoying.I wanted to grow up, to be able to do something wild, to have more power for it, to be free and then to die with satisfaction. On the other hand I realized that I would never be free from anything. There is a great responsibility that is tightly tied around my neck, and there are many hopes that rest on my shoulders.My grandfather from my father side, and my grandfather from my mother side—they all expected me to become the successor to the business empire they had worked so hard to build themselves.I always thought that if I deserved it all, I had enough self-confidence to make it. More than that, I love them, cherish them. Well, even though I hate their children, I love the parents who gave birth to them. Those two middle-aged couples replaced the love that Bellva and I should have received from two selfish
I don't trust other people.They are fickle, prone to errors, and don't know what they are doing often.They are useless, tasteless, and should not pollute the air with their breath. The disdain I have for these people has been ingrained in me ever since I grew up from the small child phase and gradually discovered what the world is all about.I don't believe in the chance system either. People don't get two or three chances with me. One mistake and they're out.Forever.Anyone who crossed the line once would do it again if given the chance. It's the forbidden fruit, the gratification deferred, and the glorification sought. If they get one taste, they will be compelled to taste another.Then another. And one more.Until they are reduced to animals pursuing their basic needs.Giving them the chance to get close to the line, let alone cross it, is the personification of stupidity.My zero-tolerance policy might describe me as cold-blooded and heartless, but it was better than being labe
My blood rushed under my skin when I saw him.And those same green eyes as mine are adrift with me.His expression hardened, and he started walking towards me. I froze, not knowing what to do with his sudden presence."Are you all right, Amanda?"I shook my head.My heartbeat slowed down when my older brother had stopped right in front of me. That familiar musk scent came to my nose. His face hardened, and underneath it was the longing he had for me."Maven.""Amanda..." he said harshly. "You have no idea how much we flustered looking for you? How long we waited to meet you.""I'm fine." I said. I looked at Jade who was looking at us in confusion. "We'll talk for a bit. You don't need to worry, he's my brother."I know Jade already knows, but I just wanted to let her know that so there's no understanding at all. Jade nodded, and then left us.Maven catches the eye, and leads me to the other end of the room. Close to the exit."I'm fine. You don't need to worry, Maven." I gulped. "I'm
Husband and wife.I never thought that I would experience it so quickly. I didn't expect that my status had changed in two days. So short, and fast.A mother and a wife.My heart expands with happiness as I pull off this elaborate dress with Jade's help.He walked into the bedroom, and that was it.. it felt different and not different. He sat on the edge of the bed. He looked at me, with heat in his eyes, and a bright light in them. I drew closer to him. Stop, and stand between his legs. He hugged my waist, kissing my stomach that was under his shirt that I was wearing. I love wearing his t-shirt, I love his signature scent that never goes away, and it always makes me feel comfortable."I should take off your dress, Wife." he said.His other calls made me smile. Happiness exploded in my heart. "The dress is quite beautiful, and expensive. I will not let you mess it, husband."He looked up, his smile bright."Are you happy?" I stroked his face.He nodded. "Very happy."I sat astride hi