“A ruthless man he was, wore a halo of insanity. He made death dance on his fingers like a puppet, wings of obsession made him soar high in cruelty. Crumbled to pieces was everything that came his way and he trampled upon beating hearts, but fallen, he was at his girl's mercy who made him feel and cry at fate's cruel play and had him beg for mercy with a single dart.” . . . A two-year relationship was torn apart by a single mistake when Delilah caught her boyfriend to be with another woman. The betrayal pushed them apart and Delilah learned to live without him. But fate played its cards when Delilah was brought back to her ex-boyfriend but this time, at his mercy. Shocked by the revelation that dawned upon her, she now feared him, and the more she tried to get away, the more he was tempted to keep her with him. Never knew fate would make her cry with tears of blood when she learned the cruel side of his ex-boyfriend who wanted to keep her captive. Vicious was his way of loving, after all. . . . “Why are you doing this to me?! What’s wrong I ever did to you!?” “Oh, sweetheart, trust me, you did so wrong by walking into my life. And now, I’m not willing to let you go.”
View More3 MONTHS LATER It was four in the morning when Delilah woke up Nathaniel by clutching his arm tightly. Her cries reached his ears and he quickly got up, panicked as he saw his wife bearing the pain alone. The discomfort was on her face, twisted in an ache that troubled her abdomen. She asked him to call someone and he decided to call an ambulance but she denied it. She told him that she wouldn't be able to tolerate the pain for so long. She just wanted him to call the women servants. She trusted them enough. He was reluctant but obeyed her. The servants came hurriedly and surrounded Delilah. Nathaniel walked outside the room, not really wanting to leave his wife on her own. But he had to trust the servants as Delilah did. However, one thing he surely did; was pray. He prayed for her. It didn't matter how many hours the ladies took, he was engrossed in her thoughts and putting his concern before God. The men around watched him doing so. They prayed along, having become u
3 MONTHS LATER She pressed on her toes, trying to reach the jar. Her arm stretched forth to get it but she failed, making her scowl. Then he came. His fresh scent met her senses, enveloping her from behind. He smelled of pine and neem, his musk was attractive. His warmth surrounded her when his chest pressed against her back, making her realize how close he stood. His arm rested beside her, grabbing the slab. With another arm, he grabbed the jar that was put inside the cabinet. His body pressed lightly against hers before he moved back, leaving the jar on the slab beside her hand. She took it, turning around. “Thank you,” she said, looking up at him as he stood tall right behind her. “How many times have I told you not to do such things, Del?” he scolded her lightly, putting both his arms on either side of her, leaning closer. His soft and cold breath fell on his face. He had just taken a shower and was now downstairs, yet his muscles exuded a warmth that could turn anyone blin
The battle was fierce and even scary when he had his wife beside him. As long as he fought alone, he had nothing to worry about but no, he had someone precious whom he loved and she wasn't alone. She was with their unborn baby. He couldn't take a risk.Zayn fought ruthlessly along with his man but Nathaniel's passion and fire were more rageful. Though he was hurt, his intentions were confirmed and Zayn had to lose in front of him.However, Nathaniel didn't do the whole thing. Surely, he was revengeful, but he was also willing to do something that people could misunderstand. But he was determined. He didn't kill Zayn with his own hands. He remembers his men taking the lead, keeping in mind their master's promise. Nathaniel watched who was more serious and the one who indeed brought Zayn's head to present before him was Carlos.Deep down, Nathaniel knew about it. However, it wasn't the only thing. He kept in his mind to keep Delilah by his side but he not had Zayn as an enemy, but two
“Where's she?” asked Nathaniel, sitting upright. His eyes were emotionless, set over his man, Carlos. He stood there beside his bed, holding his hands before him, head bowed in respect and fear of Nathaniel, his master.After two days of unconsciousness and treatment that helped his head a bit, he gained consciousness, and the first question he asked was— about Delilah, his lovely wife.He couldn't forget that night when they were attacked and he fought as long as could. However, they won over the situation and left him to die there.However, as Delilah was constantly trying to call Carlos, the line was connected when a man attacked her. She couldn't talk but Carlos and the army got notified of everything and traced their location. However, they were quite late. They reached after they abducted Delilah and found Nathaniel badly wounded.They brought him to the hospital nearby and the doctor treated him urgently. It didn't take many hours and Carlos thought it better to shift the unco
Delilah's eyes opened but her lips kept moving. She felt a presence beside her but she paid no heed to it. She moved aside from the prayer mat and rolled it. She grabbed it to put it aside. Fortunately, when she asked that man for a mat, he provided her with one without saying a word of mockery. She was glad about it. Wherever she went, she wasn't going to give up on her prayer. She moved around the room to put aside the mat along with the Bible when the person uttered from behind, “How long are you going to ignore me?”She didn't answer. She didn't even hurry to look at the person but took her time arranging back her things. She then turned around and found her in the room, looking pissed off. She didn't say a word. Couldn't. Finding her at her abductor's house wasn't a normal thing. It was another surprise she received the other day. It's been three days since she was found to be in someone else's house. Horrible!“What are you doing here?” could only ask Delilah, keeping her ey
Her eyes watered as she stared down at her husband. Blood, getting mixed with the dripping water, was flowing around him. His eyes were closed, eyelashes all wet by the rain and blood. Her heart squeezed inside her chest as she looked at him, tears flowing down her cheeks. The water falling from above drenched her, letting no trace of tears remain on her face.She covered her mouth, her eyes falling shut. She couldn't believe he was dead. He couldn't die; he couldn't leave her alone. How much she loved him, only to see the night of his demise? No, she never waited for it. How much she prayed for this man, not to see him like that. What could she even say to her God? She had no word of complaint but only sorrow that kept growing inside her chest like a deadly plant, poisoning her from inside. How could she bear the pain of being left alone by her very other half? Surely, she had God by her side, but what about the life she cherished so close to her heart? What about the promises
“Happy birthday,” said her husband, his eyes glowing with warmth for his wife as he looked down at her.She blinked her eyes, adjusting her gaze to look at her husband who was looming over her. He looked happy. His smile was soft. “God bless me,” she mumbled, sitting upright. He chuckled. “God bless you,” he asserted, cocking a brow. Sitting beside her on the bed's edge, he let his eyes behold his wife. “What can I do for you today?” She blinked her eyes, realizing how rich was her husband by his heart to offer something like that to her. He put a great offer before her but added in a moment, “Except for leaving Mafia.” She couldn't help but smile, shaking her head. “I wasn't going to ask for it,” she admitted honestly. However, she wanted it to happen. She knew there would be other ways, too.Her God was able. He nodded his head. “What is it then?” “Let's do something good today. That God will like,” were her words before she left the bed. Her husband was left confused behind.
“Grandpa,” said Nathaniel, his voice soft and alluring to Edgar's ears. The man looked up at the door and smiled. The caretaker also found Nathaniel and his wife at the door and moved to help Edgar in sitting. This time the old man didn't complain. He rather thanked the young man. “Nate,” Edgar said, raising an arm to call his grandson closer. The couple walked over to the old man and Nathaniel sat beside him. “How are you doing?” asked his grandson.“As you see,” Edgar shrugged. He then looked up at Delilah who stood behind Nathaniel and gestured to her to sit on the chair near him. She obeyed, smiling at him. He smiled back.Nathaniel nodded his head. “I wanted to tell you something,” he said, glancing at Delilah.The caretaker decided to leave the room, giving them a moment of privacy. “What is it?” Edgar asked, his gentle eyes set on his son. “We're expecting a baby,” Nathaniel was the one to reveal. Edgar blinked, surprised. A smile was spread on his lips. He looked at Del
Her eyes fell upon her arm and she saw it was bleeding. The flow of the blood was faster as it began staining her satin violet sleeve. She trembled, looking at the blood. A few of the drops fell to the floor and she struggled to sit upright when another time something entered her room sharply, gaining her attention. She looked at the wall behind herself and saw how a bullet had fallen to the ground.Her eyes widened as realization dawned upon her. Someone was targeting her from some distance outside their house. She needed to hurry and leave the room as soon as possible. Holding the wound tightly, she got up and ran to the door of her room. She closed it with a bang and leaned against it, taking deep breaths.The warm blood oozing out from the deep wound on her arm was sliding down her skin. It hurt too bad and she had no strength to walk ahead. However, she saw Carlos enter the house with a gun along with other men following closely behind him.The men scattered around. He looked
Among the silence that prevailed around her, enshrouding her haven with peace, the sudden interruption shook her to the core. The doorbell rang, signaling her about someone's appearance at the door. Her eyes stared blankly at the door of her room as she huffed, thinking who would be there at this hour. She bent a little as her hair dangled by her shoulder. She grabbed her jacket and put it on before she walked downstairs to open the door for the person. The silence was spread around her house as the visitor didn't knock twice. She was home alone, expecting nobody by her side, but as her father had many partners and guests visit him from time to time, she thought it would be one of them. However, her father wasn't even home. The sound of her footsteps could be heard as she walked downstairs, holding the railing. Another time the visitor interrupted her and she had no other way than to reply loudly, “Yeah, just coming!” as she walked to the door. She opened the door slightly and
Welcome to GoodNovel world of fiction. If you like this novel, or you are an idealist hoping to explore a perfect world, and also want to become an original novel author online to increase income, you can join our family to read or create various types of books, such as romance novel, epic reading, werewolf novel, fantasy novel, history novel and so on. If you are a reader, high quality novels can be selected here. If you are an author, you can obtain more inspiration from others to create more brilliant works, what's more, your works on our platform will catch more attention and win more admiration from readers.
Comments