Sansa’s 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 Winston’s bathrobe, staring at the photos in my trembling hands. Each one was more damning than the last. My lips pressed against Winston’s. 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. “Oh, gosh," I sighed heavily. There was no denying it now. I couldn’t 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
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? “Damn it!" I swore angrily, “I 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
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. “Damn, 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. “Hello,” 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
Sansa's POVI sat at the large dining table, staring at the untouched trays before me.It was the perfect night, there were scented candle lights, plates of lobster, steak, and roasted vegetables and these were all of Killian’s favorites.Everything was perfect except for the empty chair across me. I sighed heavily as I stared at the antique clock.“Where is he," I mumbled uneasily and tightened my grip around my fork.At this same time, a soft shuffle of footsteps broke my thoughts and I looked up eagerly.But it wasn't him.Madeline, the head maid, was coming with another plate of steaming bacon and our anniversary cake.“The cake has arrived, ma'am," she smiled at me.I nodded, looking at the four tier cake with a smile. It was chocolate and sweet cream, Killian's favorite."Madeline, is master Killian back?" I asked hopefully. Her eyes lowered and she shook her head. "No, ma’am. There’s been no sign of him." The hope deflated but I swallowed, forcing a small smile. “Alright."“
Sansa's POVI stood frozen in the doorway, my heart hammering so loudly it drowned out every other sound in the room. My hands were shaking, my feet could barely hold me up.I couldn't breathe.Astrid. My best friend. Her unmistakable golden hair was splayed out around her, her eyes rolled back in the back of her head as she gripped his biceps like her life depended on it.My stomach turned and a strangled gasp escaped my lips before I could stop it.Killian's head snapped toward me at the sound and that's when he pulled away from her. Slowly.Then he looked at me with an expression of pure irritation. Annoyance. Like he was mad that I was disrupting his fun.Astrid, who was struggling to pull down her dress, simply smirked. “Oh, look,” she purred, sitting up lazily on the mahogany desk. “The dutiful little housewife has arrived.” My breath came in ragged gasps and the room spun around me. This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be real. This had to be a nightmare.I took a shaky step for
Sansa's POVI sat curled in my first-class seat on the airplane, my body trembling as I stared out the window, watching the city lights vanishing into the vast darkness of the night. Tears kept slipping down my cheeks. No matter how many times I wiped them away, it wouldn't stop.The two people that made my world. My husband and my best friend.“They've never loved me, both of them,” I mumbled dejectedly.Who could I blame? Astrid for sleeping with my man or Killian for betraying me with my best friend after three years together?I clutched my arms around myself, trying to hold myself together, but it was useless. I felt like I was falling apart in front of a cabin full of strangers on the airplane.Somehow, I wished this flight would never land.“Miss?” I flinched at the voice, startled from my miserable thoughts.“Huh?" I replied, lost.He was older, possibly in his early or mid forties.Tall, broad-shouldered, and elegant in a way that screamed power and class.He had brown hair
Winston's POVIf my dreams could come to life, then I wouldn't be out of bed this morning.The morning was a disaster. I stared at the reports spread across my desk, the words blurring together into a meaningless mess.Nothing made sense.My assistant had come in twice to remind me about my schedule for the day, but I barely acknowledged her. My mind was elsewhere. She haunted me. Miss Stranger.The woman with the sad eyes. The taste of her skin still lingered on my tongue, the scent of her perfume clinging to my memory like a brand I couldn't shake.A week had passed since she slipped out of my life without a word, without a name, without a trace. I had told myself it was for the best. No strings, no expectations. But here I was, restless, distracted, tormented by the ghost of a woman I had no way of finding. “Shit!" I mumbled helplessly and swiveled on the chair.I wasn't a weak man. No. I had women fall at my feet. But she was different. She haunted my night.I couldn't sleep.
Sansa's POVI wished the ground would open up and swallow me whole.I couldn't speak, I stayed dumb throughout the meeting, barely hearing or comprehending anything.Mr. Mysterious was to be my new business partner?Was this some sick joke?Somehow, I managed to get through the meeting, promising to get back to his company and see if we could work together.But I'd be damned if I agreed.There was no way I was getting entangled with him in business, nig after having the hottest sex of my life with the same man.I sat in the plush leather chair of Ellen Whitmore’s office, my fingers lightly tapping against the armrest.A plan. That's what I needed. I needed a plan to get rid of him and act like nothing ever happened between us.“You should really start socializing more, Sansa,” Ellen said, closing the file on her desk. “It’s been weeks since everything happened. Hiding away isn’t going to help you move forward.” I exhaled sharply, crossing my legs. “I told you, I’m not ready.” “And I
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. “Damn, 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. “Hello,” 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? “Damn it!" I swore angrily, “I 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
Sansa’s 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 Winston’s bathrobe, staring at the photos in my trembling hands. Each one was more damning than the last. My lips pressed against Winston’s. 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. “Oh, gosh," I sighed heavily. There was no denying it now. I couldn’t 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
Killian’s POV The guards’ hands were still on my shoulders as they dragged me toward the massive iron gates of the Wolfe estate. “How 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!“I’m a Wolfe!” I barked, shoving one of their arms off with a snarl. “Do you even understand what that means? He’s my father! He has no right, no goddamn right, to throw me out of my house!”One of the guards, the older one with graying temples and a stiff jaw, met my eyes. “Sir, Mr. Winston is concerned about Miss Vale’s recovery. He doesn’t want her stressed or upset.”“Shut up! Her name is Sansa Wolfe! My bloody wife! Don't forget that!" The man sighed heavily and dropped his head, “We are jus
From Sansa’s 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.“I always knew you were a whore, Sansa!” 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 Killian’s wrist mid-air, halting the slap an inch from my face.“If you dare hurt her again,” Winston’s voice was very low, “you’ll have me to deal with.”Killian’s eyes widened, then narrowed with a bitter sneer. He wrenched his arm free and took a step back, laughing. But it wasn’t a real laugh. It was the unhinged, broken laugh of a madman. “You bloody shameless whore!" I couldn't look up, my hea
Sansa’s Point of ViewThree days.That’s 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 wasn’t fancy. It wasn’t even silk. Just a simple, sleeveless cotton piece that floated to my calves gently. I didn’t want to feel beautiful. I didn’t 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 didn’t bother with makeup. My cheeks still hel
Sansa's POV I don’t 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. “No. I don’t want to see him,” 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.“Easy,” Winston said instantly, his hand catching mine before I could push myself further. “You’re okay now, Sansa. You’re safe. I’m here.”His 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.“I was afraid,” I murmured, c
Winston’s 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 couldn’t 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?” 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 should’ve 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. “You’re safe now,” I murmured, brushing a strand of hair away from her forehead. “No one’s going to touch you again. Not while I’m
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? “Please," 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. “What 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. “I have lots of money, you just have to tell….tell me…what you want,” I was shaking now. I couldn'