Sansa's POV Oh my goodness! I was thrown over his back like I didn't weigh more than a rag foll. He only chuckled. âYou really thought Iâd let you limp the rest of the way? Relax, Sansa. Iâve got you.âAnd strangely, I wanted to believe him. But I was too stubborn to. âLet me down!" I yelled as I felt the air whoosh around my face. I could feel cold breeze on my thighs and I wiggled up cover myself. His rough palms suddenly landed on my ass and I gasped. âStop moving," he warned. Did anyone see that? What would they think?Was he seriously abducting me? It felt more like that by the second. Where was the soft spoken, gentle and kind man I'd met on the plane. This version of Winston Wolfe was both infuriating and enough to make e girl horny. âLet me down!" I yelled but he didn't listen. We walked for a few more minutes and then finally, I felt his arms clutch my legs and drop me on the floor, steadying me. The soft tug of silk around my eyes fell away, and I finally blinked
Sansaâs POVThis was a fucking show! I could feel my face reddening with anger. How could he do this to me? Propose? Marry him again? I was barely surviving the nightmare we'd called a marriage and he said we should remarry? âWhy can't you sign the divâ" I wanted to say the words but they stuck to my throat. I was going to be the bitter wife that didn't want to accept a kind gesture. That's what the media would say. That's what he wanted them to think. âNever mind, I'm out of here,â I mumbled anI turned away from Killian with every fiber in my body trembling as the entourage of cameras followed me like a swarm of locusts. They were shouting my name, flashes of the speed light nearly blinding my eyes, and all I could think of was âhow did it come to this?â How did a perfect day get so ruined? How?! âMiss Vale! Just one look!â One of the reporters called after me. âMrs. Wolfe! Are you leaving your husband?â âMiss Sansa,â she paused. "Can we address you as Miss Vale? Are yo
Sansa's POV I was going to die. I was going to die in a dark studio apartment in the middle of nowhere with nothing but ruined makeup and high heels in my hands. Those were my thoughts as I whipped around to face the figure in my apartment. I stared right into the face of a masked man. Judging from the length of his hair and his build, I knew it was a man. But who could it be? âPlease," the word slipped out of my pups helplessly as I looked at the figure. Did he have a weapon? Was he going to kill me? Kidnap me? But the figure didn't talk, he just continued to draw closer. There was nothing here but cheap furniture. Could I defend myself with a couch? Very unlikely. Goodness, I didn't know what to do. I was lost. âWhat do you want?" I managed to croak out with what little courage I had left. I was practically shaking in my shoes. I couldn't breath, I was hyperventilating. âI have lots of money, you just have to tellâĶ.tell meâĶwhat you want,â I was shaking now. I couldn'
Winstonâs POVThe hum of the hospital machines was the only sound in the room, reminding me that every breath Sansa took now came with pain. She looked so small in the bed. Pale. Frail. Like a porcelain doll nearly broken. I couldnât stop staring at her. Sansa, my daughter-in-law, lying there unconscious, her skin almost translucent beneath the fluorescent lights. *When did she get so pale?â I hissed, upset. There was a bruise on her temple and a scratch on her cheek. Her wrist was bandaged, and her bottom lip was slightly cracked from the fall. Those lips. The ones she bit every time she was confused or nervous. A habit that left my trousers tight. Goodness. I shouldâve gotten there sooner. I sat beside her, fingers trembling slightly as I reached for her hand. It was warm. Just as I touched her, she stirred a little and mumbled incoherently. âYouâre safe now,â I murmured, brushing a strand of hair away from her forehead. âNo oneâs going to touch you again. Not while Iâm
Sansa's POV I donât remember waking up as much as I remember the sound of his voice. He sounded like a cold winter evening. Llow, sharp, and commanding. Winston.The thought of him reminded me of what I could never have no matter how much I longed for it or him for me. He was my father-in-law. Father-in-law. I had to remind myself once more. The thought of Killian left me disoriented and I clutched Winston's arms as he sat beside me on the hospital bed. âNo. I donât want to see him,â I whispered, my throat dry and my chest aching as I tried to sit up. The sharp pain that spread through my side made me wince.âEasy,â Winston said instantly, his hand catching mine before I could push myself further. âYouâre okay now, Sansa. Youâre safe. Iâm here.âHis voice was like a balm. Soothing. I leaned against him without thinking. His body was warm, his scent familiar, woodsy and expensive. He anchored me when everything else felt like it might fall apart.âI was afraid,â I murmured, c
Sansaâs Point of ViewThree days.Thatâs how long it had been since I went to the hospital. Three whole days of unconsciousness and yet, one touch fromWinston and my body was on fire all over again.What if the maid hadn't come to call us for dinner? Would he have slept with me? Was it something he wished to ever do again? Or was I the wanton whore throwing myself all over him? Thank goodness for dinner as a distraction. I wasn't hungry but I was going to stuff myself with everything they had. I couldn't face him at dinner. Eating was a better option. I stared at the soft yellow dress hanging on the wardrobe. It wasnât fancy. It wasnât even silk. Just a simple, sleeveless cotton piece that floated to my calves gently. I didnât want to feel beautiful. I didnât want to feel dressed up. I just wanted to feel like myself again.My hands trembled as I slipped it over my head. The color hugged my skin like a balm, soothing and warm. I didnât bother with makeup. My cheeks still hel
From Sansaâs point of viewMy hands trembled as I looked down at the red wine stain soaking through the soft yellow of my dress. I barely had time to process it before Killian burst through the dining room door like a storm ready to destroy everything in its path.âI always knew you were a whore, Sansa!â he snarled, his voice ragged with fury.I froze. My throat tightened, heart thudding painfully against my chest.Before I could speak, Killian surged forward, his hand raised, ready to slap me.But he never reached me.Winston moved so fast I barely saw it happen. One strong arm caught Killianâs wrist mid-air, halting the slap an inch from my face.âIf you dare hurt her again,â Winstonâs voice was very low, âyouâll have me to deal with.âKillianâs eyes widened, then narrowed with a bitter sneer. He wrenched his arm free and took a step back, laughing. But it wasnât a real laugh. It was the unhinged, broken laugh of a madman. âYou bloody shameless whore!" I couldn't look up, my hea
Killianâs POV The guardsâ hands were still on my shoulders as they dragged me toward the massive iron gates of the Wolfe estate. âHow dare you!" I snapped aggressively, struggling against their hold. The humiliation of it! The absolute disgrace burned hotter than any flame. I wanted to shove them, to fight them, to take them down. Most of all, I wanted to deal with Sansa. The cheap thing! They had to let me go, they had to let me teach them a lesson. Sansa had to be taught a lesson!âIâm a Wolfe!â I barked, shoving one of their arms off with a snarl. âDo you even understand what that means? Heâs my father! He has no right, no goddamn right, to throw me out of my house!âOne of the guards, the older one with graying temples and a stiff jaw, met my eyes. âSir, Mr. Winston is concerned about Miss Valeâs recovery. He doesnât want her stressed or upset.ââShut up! Her name is Sansa Wolfe! My bloody wife! Don't forget that!" The man sighed heavily and dropped his head, âWe are jus
Winston's POV I woke up with a banging headache. I couldn't feel my own temples and my legs were a little shaky. I couldn't recall how the night went. All events seemed to blur together in a messy mix. âDamn, I need some Aspirin," I sighed heavily. But first, I needed some caffeine in my system. Throwing on a white robe, I slowly made my way to the bathrobe, washed my face and stared into my red eyes in the mirror. With a sigh, I headed to the dining room. Maybe whiskey last night wasn't such a great idea. I felt like a train had run me over. As soon as I entered the dining room, I noticed her. Sansa had a presence that felt like balm. I could just stare at her and feel calm, soothed. But this morning, she was quiet. Withdrawn. âHello,â I said. Sansa hummed a reply and didn't bother looking up. Her gaze never once lifted from her plate. She sat down at the far end of the dining table, the space between us long enough to fit a car. Why was she so far off? No one ever s
Winston's POV Killian stormed out of my estate like a tantrum-throwing child. How did he know? Who gave him the pictures? Was this related to the blackmail I received at the hospital? âDamn it!" I swore angrily, âI should have done something when I got those pictures!" But then, Sansa was my priority. She still is. I had to make sure she was saved and sound before going after some cheap blackmail. I stood by the window of my study, watching the tire marks his car had left on my driveway. This was his home. But he'd abandoned it years ago. Why was he so obsessed with the same woman he wanted to bury just a few weeks ago? My jaw tightened in irritation. He had the audacity to waltz in here, accuse me like a rabid dog foaming at the mouth, and dare to threaten the one person under this roof I had no intention of giving up.Sansa.My eyes drifted toward the west wing, where I knew she was resting. Still recovering. The thought of Killian barging into her peace like that made me e
Sansaâs POV Killian knew about us. He knew exactly what we'd done and I wanted to vanish. I wished the ground would open up and swallow me. I sat on the edge of the bed, wrapped in Winstonâs bathrobe, staring at the photos in my trembling hands. Each one was more damning than the last. My lips pressed against Winstonâs. My bare skin tangled with his. My body atop his. The worst part? My face was blissful, unguarded, open in pleasure. Tears streamed down my cheeks. âOh, gosh," I sighed heavily. There was no denying it now. I couldnât lie my way out of this, not even to myself. I had done the unthinkable. I had let my grief and pain push me into the arms of another man. Yes, Killian had cheated on me with my best friend. But maybe a trip to Spain wasn't the about or the mess my life was. Now, those three days in Spain were going to be the end of me. I was going to lose everything because I slept in the arms of another man other than my husband. The world would see these
Killianâs POV The guardsâ hands were still on my shoulders as they dragged me toward the massive iron gates of the Wolfe estate. âHow dare you!" I snapped aggressively, struggling against their hold. The humiliation of it! The absolute disgrace burned hotter than any flame. I wanted to shove them, to fight them, to take them down. Most of all, I wanted to deal with Sansa. The cheap thing! They had to let me go, they had to let me teach them a lesson. Sansa had to be taught a lesson!âIâm a Wolfe!â I barked, shoving one of their arms off with a snarl. âDo you even understand what that means? Heâs my father! He has no right, no goddamn right, to throw me out of my house!âOne of the guards, the older one with graying temples and a stiff jaw, met my eyes. âSir, Mr. Winston is concerned about Miss Valeâs recovery. He doesnât want her stressed or upset.ââShut up! Her name is Sansa Wolfe! My bloody wife! Don't forget that!" The man sighed heavily and dropped his head, âWe are jus
From Sansaâs point of viewMy hands trembled as I looked down at the red wine stain soaking through the soft yellow of my dress. I barely had time to process it before Killian burst through the dining room door like a storm ready to destroy everything in its path.âI always knew you were a whore, Sansa!â he snarled, his voice ragged with fury.I froze. My throat tightened, heart thudding painfully against my chest.Before I could speak, Killian surged forward, his hand raised, ready to slap me.But he never reached me.Winston moved so fast I barely saw it happen. One strong arm caught Killianâs wrist mid-air, halting the slap an inch from my face.âIf you dare hurt her again,â Winstonâs voice was very low, âyouâll have me to deal with.âKillianâs eyes widened, then narrowed with a bitter sneer. He wrenched his arm free and took a step back, laughing. But it wasnât a real laugh. It was the unhinged, broken laugh of a madman. âYou bloody shameless whore!" I couldn't look up, my hea
Sansaâs Point of ViewThree days.Thatâs how long it had been since I went to the hospital. Three whole days of unconsciousness and yet, one touch fromWinston and my body was on fire all over again.What if the maid hadn't come to call us for dinner? Would he have slept with me? Was it something he wished to ever do again? Or was I the wanton whore throwing myself all over him? Thank goodness for dinner as a distraction. I wasn't hungry but I was going to stuff myself with everything they had. I couldn't face him at dinner. Eating was a better option. I stared at the soft yellow dress hanging on the wardrobe. It wasnât fancy. It wasnât even silk. Just a simple, sleeveless cotton piece that floated to my calves gently. I didnât want to feel beautiful. I didnât want to feel dressed up. I just wanted to feel like myself again.My hands trembled as I slipped it over my head. The color hugged my skin like a balm, soothing and warm. I didnât bother with makeup. My cheeks still hel
Sansa's POV I donât remember waking up as much as I remember the sound of his voice. He sounded like a cold winter evening. Llow, sharp, and commanding. Winston.The thought of him reminded me of what I could never have no matter how much I longed for it or him for me. He was my father-in-law. Father-in-law. I had to remind myself once more. The thought of Killian left me disoriented and I clutched Winston's arms as he sat beside me on the hospital bed. âNo. I donât want to see him,â I whispered, my throat dry and my chest aching as I tried to sit up. The sharp pain that spread through my side made me wince.âEasy,â Winston said instantly, his hand catching mine before I could push myself further. âYouâre okay now, Sansa. Youâre safe. Iâm here.âHis voice was like a balm. Soothing. I leaned against him without thinking. His body was warm, his scent familiar, woodsy and expensive. He anchored me when everything else felt like it might fall apart.âI was afraid,â I murmured, c
Winstonâs POVThe hum of the hospital machines was the only sound in the room, reminding me that every breath Sansa took now came with pain. She looked so small in the bed. Pale. Frail. Like a porcelain doll nearly broken. I couldnât stop staring at her. Sansa, my daughter-in-law, lying there unconscious, her skin almost translucent beneath the fluorescent lights. *When did she get so pale?â I hissed, upset. There was a bruise on her temple and a scratch on her cheek. Her wrist was bandaged, and her bottom lip was slightly cracked from the fall. Those lips. The ones she bit every time she was confused or nervous. A habit that left my trousers tight. Goodness. I shouldâve gotten there sooner. I sat beside her, fingers trembling slightly as I reached for her hand. It was warm. Just as I touched her, she stirred a little and mumbled incoherently. âYouâre safe now,â I murmured, brushing a strand of hair away from her forehead. âNo oneâs going to touch you again. Not while Iâm
Sansa's POV I was going to die. I was going to die in a dark studio apartment in the middle of nowhere with nothing but ruined makeup and high heels in my hands. Those were my thoughts as I whipped around to face the figure in my apartment. I stared right into the face of a masked man. Judging from the length of his hair and his build, I knew it was a man. But who could it be? âPlease," the word slipped out of my pups helplessly as I looked at the figure. Did he have a weapon? Was he going to kill me? Kidnap me? But the figure didn't talk, he just continued to draw closer. There was nothing here but cheap furniture. Could I defend myself with a couch? Very unlikely. Goodness, I didn't know what to do. I was lost. âWhat do you want?" I managed to croak out with what little courage I had left. I was practically shaking in my shoes. I couldn't breath, I was hyperventilating. âI have lots of money, you just have to tellâĶ.tell meâĶwhat you want,â I was shaking now. I couldn'