*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
*Sylvia* I stabbed my lettuce as I looked at the new article. I don’t know how long I had been sitting here just seething at the sight of her annoying little face. How had she managed all of this? And then she had the audacity to come to my house and act like I had betrayed her by getting engaged to Dylan?That bitch.How had she managed to bag my fiancé’s fucking uncle? Everyone knew who Miles Scott was and if they didn’t they were probably lying. He was the most sought-after man in America let alone New York. Everyone wanted a piece of him and somehow my annoying big sister had nabbed him.“How did she do it?” I was staring at a picture of the two of them boarding his private jet—the family private jet that I had asked Dylan to acquire for our destination wedding. “How did you manage to bag a billionaire? Surely you have dirt on him or something. I wouldn’t put it past you, Dove.”My sister had a knack for worming her way into people’s lives and sinking her talons in. She had
*Dove* We had been avoiding each other. Okay, let me rephrase that. I had been avoiding Miles like the plague. But in my defense, how did one talk to their fake husband about their very real kiss? There was no guideline on how to handle something like this. I was quite literally on my own here.I was even yet to tell Sabrina and Amy. They had been hounding me after the pictures leaked of Miles and me.I was mortified.Not only did I have old high school bullies coming out of the woodwork claiming that they always loved me, but I had my own stepmother sending me good morning texts.The world of the rich and famous was overwhelming and exhausting.We had been back home for three days from LA and already I could not leave the penthouse without being hounded with cameras. Miles had told me that it would all die down in a few weeks but I didn’t know if I could last those few weeks.And don’t even get me started on the work issue. We were yet to resolve that whole dilemma and I did
They were related.As if my world wasn’t already chaotic and complicated enough now I had to deal with all this. It was like I was living in some of kind of sick and twisted simulation and whoever was controlling it was getting off on seeing me suffer. There was no other explanation. My husband and ex-boyfriend were uncle and nephew and I…oh, my God. This was the worst thing that could have possibly happened right now.Why had he not mentioned it before? But then again he had never seen Dylan’s face and I had never shown it to him. Maybe if I had shown him he would have told me then but I was not fully convinced.I thought back to the day that Dylan had come to me with venom in his words and told me that I was married. Had he known then? Had he plotted that little scheme with that director because that was his revenge and he thought I was trying to one up with him by being with his uncle?Now his rage made sense to me. It was all falling into place. Dylan never reacted without ca