She pulled my hair while I pulled hers. We rolled around on the ground trying to claw at each other, anger fueling my actions.“I am going to kill you,” Sylvia sneered at me as she got on top of me, attempting to punch me.I dodged the blows but she was able to land one good punch that hit me right in the mouth, causing the taste of metallic to touch my tongue. I turned my head to the side and spit out all the excess blood.I flipped us over so now I was on top of her. “I have been waiting to do this.”I drew my hand back ready to strike her stupid little face but my arm was held back. I was expecting to find Dylan there but instead, I was being stared down at by my father’s raging green eyes.“What are you doing, Dove?”I ripped my hand from his grip and stood from my sister's abdomen. She had now resorted to crying quietly under her breath to get sympathy from my father. Of course, she fucking was. “Daddy she just attacked me,” she whimpered, dusting herself off as she rose t
*Dylan* I had no idea what I was doing outside with her. I had no business being out here with her when my fiancée was inside, likely watching this exchange. “I don’t want to talk to you, Dylan.” Dove turned away from me and looked out to the road. “Your wife-to-be will not be happy to see you talking to me. And I would hate to put her head in the mud again.”I looked down at her hand and saw that she was bleeding.“You’re bleeding.” I tried to reach for her hand but she moved away from me. “Don’t be childish, let me see and help you.”“Now you want to help?” she snapped. “Where were you when I needed help three years ago?”The venom in her voice was potent and lethal. She was out for blood.“You weren’t at work,” I stated, ignoring her words. This was the only thing that I could think of to break the ice.“I was sick. What are you going to do? Fire me?” There was a challenge in her voice.It was rare for Dove to get fired up. She was often a levelheaded person. She didn’t
*Miles* I could feel her eyes on me the entire time as I drove us back into town. She had a million and one questions, I was sure of it.In my defense, I had not thought it all the way through. I had just heard her tears and my little ruse was the last thing on my mind. I just knew that I needed to get to her.She had left in such a haste and I had been constricted to that damn chair. But now the secret was out. She knew that I could walk. I had been keeping this secure for the past three years since my accident. I didn’t want my enemies to know that I was healed after the stunt they had tried to pull on me.“So, are we going to talk about the elephant in the car or we are going to pretend like you don’t have full mobility of your legs?”I came to a traffic stop and turned to meet her eyes. Dove’s eyes were set on my legs as they controlled the large car. She had a look of both confusion and horror on her face.I couldn’t blame her.She had been set up to marry a cripple who
*Dove* Monday had come too far quickly. I didn’t want to be around Dylan again after the shit show that had taken place at my dad’s place. Not only that but I had found out that my paralyzed husband was not so paralyzed after all. The man could walk just fine.I knew that Miles had promised me that I would be under his protection but I still felt uneasy. I didn’t know who that guy was from the basement parking and going back to work was bringing up a lot of anxiety.I had been battling with an idea the entire weekend. With Dylan at my workplace and now being my boss and also marrying my half-sister, it was all too much for me.New York was meant to be my fresh start. A chance for me to carve my own path but the ghosts of my past had come back to haunt me.I had yet to tell my friends the full scope of what happened but I had given them the summarized version and by that I mean I told them that I was fine and feeling better. I was a coward, I know, but I had no choice. I was not
*Miles* I had been anxious to get home to see Dove. She had not responded to any of my texts or calls and I figured that today would be a hard day for her. She was quitting the job that she had loved with everything in her heart all because of that bastard. When I walked out of the elevator I found her sitting in the kitchen and no Greta in sight. She heard my steps, lifted her gaze from her wine glass, and looked at me.“Hey.” Her voice was soft and tender. I could see the sanders swimming in her eyes. “How was your day?”“It was all right.” I came to sit beside her by the island in the center of the space. “I can see that yours put you through the wringer.” I tapped the stem of her wine glass.“Oh yeah, this…” She gave one humorless laugh that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I needed a little something to take the edge off I guess. It’s been a hard day.”I hated seeing her like this. So broken…so dejected…so lost.I wanted to put back all the broken pieces that had fallen f
*Dove* It was like the world was working against me. Someone had cursed me and now I was paying for the sin I had no idea I had committed. Not only was I stuck on the plane with Dylan for four hours but he had booked us seats next to each other. I couldn’t even enjoy the business class experience because of him.After I had told Miles of what was now transpiring in my life, I called the girls and filled them in on everything in great detail. As per usual Sabrina was ready to throw a brick at Dylan’s head and Amy, the level-headed one out of the three of us, tried to help me sort through my feelings.The last texts I had gotten from them as I boarded the plane had been true to their characters.Sabrina: If you apply the correct amount of pressure a spoon could pierce the skin. I say stab him with it in his sleep.Amy: I know it sucks being in this position but I just want you to breathe and when he gets on your nerves just walk away and take some time to yourself.One piece of
*Dylan* “What are you doing?” I heard as I made my way out of the dark alley.This had been all part of the plan. If she wanted to act like whore then she would be treated exactly like that. Samuel was not an unreasonable man. He was one of the best directors that LA had to offer and with him coming on this new project that I was working on I knew that it would be a shoo-in for an Oscar.The only thing he wanted was for one night with Dove.Had I pimped out my ex to a future partner? Yes. But it wasn’t like she wasn’t whoring herself to this man that she was married to. I had been digging for days now and I could not find her marriage licence.Was she lying about that? I wouldn’t put it past her. And why would she rush to come to her father’s house and then proceed to attack her sister like that if she didn’t still want me?She wanted me, I knew that she did. There was no way that she could not want me. I had been the best thing that had happened to her…and if I was being trul
*Dove* My head was pounding like a bitch.I was never drinking again. Those fruity drinks had been devil juice sent straight from hell.I groaned, rubbing the side of my head, trying to soothe the pounding. The last thing I remembered was leaving the restaurant with Dylan and—My eyes snapped open and I sat up in a very large bed. My hands patted my body and I sighed with great relief when I felt clothes. But then the relief was short-lived when I realized that I was in nothing but a long shirt that looked more like a dress on me.“No, no, no…” What had happened to me? I tried to rack my brain trying to think back to last night but I was coming up blank. Dread and panic seeped into my body as I kept coming up blank.I wasn’t in my hotel. This room was much larger than what I had checked into and from the view alone I knew that I was not in downtown LA.“I need to get out of here.” The first place I would head to was the police station. Those idiots were going to pay for what