Six years ago It was late in the evening, Kristen had arrived with Xander. They sat next two each other, whispering and stealing kisses everytime they could. Upon hearing her voice, Ashton crouched down beside Laura, his cold eyes instantly softened, he seemed to whisper something into her ears and she smiled gleefully. Laura flung a gaze at Keith, she smiled " C-come on. W-will y-you ruin this night because of something so frivolous? " This seemed to convince Keith, for his anger lessened and they took a seat. The thing is, Laura is paralyzed from the neck down, she had a stroke which affected her speech so she strained while talking and some of her words sometimes came out as gibberish. Once Jasmine was notified of this, she felt very bad. Of course, Keith took notice of her mood, and he leaned closer. " If you feel uncomfortable, we could go home." Although Jasmine was uncomfortable, she could not leave immediately. It was not right. He introduced he
* Chapter 1 I am his girlfriend. * Prologue I had always been a sucker for men with accents and blue eyes. Still, I didn't expect to fall for someone with icy blue eyes and the sexiest Russian accent. While my hands were petite and soft, his were large and rough. I wished for a prince charming who would sweep me off my feet, but I got one who slammed a barrel on my head at first sight. Renzo was ruthless, calculating, and vile. He was mine. Chapter one Sunshine POV “I am beautiful” I reassure myself, but my strain voice reflects the anxiety that bubbles in my stomach. The entire situation has me giddy. My boyfriend, soon-to-be fiancé, is going to propose to me anytime that night. I can feel it. I have seen all the signs. It is happening—everything I ever wanted. In the most perfect month, July l love this month. My Father got married to my mother in July, I am going to become Spencer’s fiancé this month. And of course, next year, I will
*Chapter 5: Hot Man in a White Armani Suit* Sunshine POV I came to the club to forget my boyfriend's infidelity—to lose myself in the music and forget the pain. But no matter how hard I try to lose myself in the music, the memory of his betrayal only grows more intense until it feels like it is crushing me. '' You little bimbo. Can't you see that I want you?" A searing pain shot through my scalp as his fingers tangled in my hair, yanking it back and exposing my throat. His breath reeks of whiskey as he leans in, his lips brushing my ear. ''You're mine now,'' he hisses, his grip tightening. "I would want myself, Maniac." I thrash and writhe, struggling to break free from his iron grip. But his fingers only dig deeper into my hair, pulling so hard that tears spring from my eyes. Glancing at him blankly and laughing, "I mean, lo
* Chapter 2: I loved you* Sunshine POV Making my way to them, I grab a bottle of champagne, opening it as I move. Their faces twists in shock, while I pour the icy liquid bottle of champagne towards them, staining their expensive clothes. They gasp in unison as the chill liquid seeps through their attire, clinging to their skin like a second layer. I cross my arms over my chest , relishing in the rising and falling of my own anger. "Oh,no. Did I ruin your little get-together?" I inquire in mockery, crossing my arms over my chest. I can feel it rising and falling. Spencer has the guts to look surprised. Putting a distance between him and his lover,he wipes the champagne off his face, asking in a low and ca
*Chapter 3: Sudden proposal* Prologue Renzo I have always been good at one thing. That one thing only is knowing how and on whom to use a gun. I am the 'storm' because I destroy every living thing in my path. In every city I visit, I leave a trail of dead bodies. And I do it without batting an eye. I am a sin incarnate, I don't care about anyone till HER. Sunshine! I fucking hate that name. That perfect smile, those beautiful green eyes, arousing body, addictive scent For a man who is always in control, I can't help myself when she is around. I know she feels me staring at her; I know she is affected
*Chapter 4: I would want myself* Renzo POV Hopping in my BMW, I take out my gun and place it on my thighs. This action of mine causes my driver and soldier, Remo, to swallow hard. He can be a saint for a made man at times. His black-colored eyes find mine as he complains while bringing out his rifle. "My cut hasn't healed, boss." Shrugging, I proceed with filling the finest bullets in my gun. My eyes flit to his cold and narrowed. "It wouldn't. as long as we have the Bratva on our streets. Let's go" One of my men working at my underground casino downtown saw one of the Bratva in my territory. We have been avoiding war to gain alliance for sometime now but they invading my territory is unacceptable. Using
Chapter 6: You're my everything I wake up to the sound of my alarm and noises from downstairs. It can't be. Last night... That man... What happened? My head hurts as I kick the Mickey Mouse quilt to my feet. My stomach churns, and it does not feel good. How can I be back in New York? Who brought me back, and why? Turning to my left, I walk to my stand, hoping to find my phone. I find my charger coiled but no phone. Weird. The noises downstairs grow louder, and I hear a sharp, devasting scream. " Mom!" The scream leaves my mouth before I can comprehe
Chapter 7: We all want bad boys The bride's room is like a fairy tale, with high ceilings and gilded mirrors. I can smell the delicate scent of roses wafting from the vase on her dresser. The heavy brocade drapes are pulled closed, casting the room in deep shadows. It's seven in the evening, and I find myself pacing around in my room, biting on my lower lip. I am nervous. Why wouldn't I be when I am getting engaged to the biggest mafia clan in the whole of New York? Ever since my parents confession a week ago, it has been a shopping spree for the marriage. And I still don't know what my groom looks like. I refused to see a photograph of him until today. Is he ugly or handsome? I wonder. What will his hands feel like? Will my heart beat fast like it did at t