My Sweet Surrender (Aftermath Series #1)

Prologue It is often said that, there is the calm before the storm. The ice-cold air before the raging fire. The echoing laugh before the sob-filled mourning. The unbearable pain before the satisfying pleasure. The high flight before the big fall. The unstoppable fight before the wavering surrender. And life...it is the best matchmaker of it all. Life merges opposites to be one successful pair. Just like two magnets...no matter how hard you try to put one away from the other, they keep finding their way to go back to each other. No matter how far the distance is stretched.

Smile "What is it?" Dom's deep baritone voice rang through Sapphire's ears, sending shivers up to her spine. She can't help but look at the woman behind him. The blonde woman was running her hand up and down Dom's arm, making the innocent Vazquez uncomfortable. Sapphire looked up to meet the hypnotizing eyes of Dom. It took her a few seconds before she came back to her senses. "Papa's inviting you for dinner." She said in a soft voice and looked away. She tried to shift her gaz

Kid Once again, we were walking towards the trail that leads to home. It was a quiet walk, and Dom didn't say anything else after we closed the store. I bid goodbye to Caleb earlier and that was it. Silence reigned the path, my heart thumped twice as hard, and coldness smothered the air yet again. And the icy ambiance didn't come from the soft wind blowing through the fields. I pushed some of the stray strands from my auburn hair behind my ear and continued the small journey. I can already see our small and old house. It's painted white on the outside, with a dusky grey roof. It's small

Business After breakfast, I sat in front of our white porch while waiting for Dom. I was wearing my favorite yellow floral dress which I got from my mother's wardrobe. The fabric conditioner made it smell like vanilla and lavender. I paired it along with my brown boots. I didn't like wearing sandals, even though I have a pair. It just makes me uncomfortable when my toes touch the soil, especially when it's muddy sometimes. From the trail in front, I saw a shiny red pick-up truck approaching. It's him.He stopped the truck in front of the house and went out.  

Sick   The wind hurled against the dusty wooden window of the shop as I stared at the Jane Austen book in my hands. It's the soul-piercing story of Anne Elliot and Captain Wentworth from Persuasion.   You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone forever – Jane Austen   My focus on the tale has been long forgotten. I laid down my small bed, legs dangling at the end, and my eyes darted to the ceiling. Old, dusty, but calm. Like nothing can ever destroy the peace in this place. But even in the calm waters, danger lies underneath it all – waiting to ambush you from miles away or from meters below where you're standing at.    However, my mind is far from calm. It's twisted – muddled a