Three Weeks LaterLucas’s POV“Angelina, you’re the purest angel that god has sent my way during my darkest moments. You’re the light that shined through the black hole that was enveloping my heart, the missing piece of my heart I didn’t even know I was missing until I met you. I never thought I would ever fall in love someday. It wasn’t within my plans. Mostly because I knew and accepted who I am, and I was sure that no girl can ever put up with my crazy, screwed up head and stick with me long enough to even fall in love with me. My heart instantly recognized you from the moment I laid eyes on you. I tried to deny it, push it away, hell I even thought my head got completely fried and that I went full on crazy because you awakened feelings in me that I’ve never felt before. It scared the hell out of me. And after I accepted that I was falling head over heels for you, after I embraced it and welcomed it because nothing felt better than those feelings you ignited in me, I was scared as
Five Years LaterLucas’s POVI wake up to the sound of my little munchkin Hope, sucking; or rather slurping, on her mother’s left nipple fervently while her deep blue eyes were gazing adorably at Angel.She takes breast feeding to a whole other level. This baby is as obsessed with her mother’s nipples almost as much as I am.At one year old, you’d think she would have started preferring real food over milk, but no. You don’t mess with her mother’s milk and keep her away from it or god help you, she will bite your head off, literally. I would know, she is my little girl after all. She has the same crazy genes all right. She keeps us on our toes all the freaking time, and she’s not even walking and talking yet.The same thing cannot be said about Isaac, Alex and Jenny’s son. He’s almost ten months old and you can already tell the chubby little bastard has his father’s tame and wise attitude. He’s an angel compared to my girl. But he also doesn’t take shit from anybody. You mess with him
My first thank you is always to you amazing readers. Your continuous support gives me so much encouragement to keep writing new books. I hope this book also reached your expectations and left a good impression in all of you. Like I always say, I really wrote the story right from the depth of my heart and put myself in all the characters’ places in order to convey the right feelings and words to reach you. I hope you were satisfied with how it ended, not just for Lucas and Angelina, but for the whole Snow family. Having said that, the end doesn’t always mean that there will be no story left to tell. Jacob Snow is as intriguing and complex as the rest of his brothers, if not more. It’s not certain for me yet, but I’m considering writing his story and starting it just before the events of the epilogue took place; specifically from the day he met, interviewed, and hired his personal assistant who’s secretly annoyed and exasperated with his stoic and harsh personality but is forced to pu
“Do you, Alex Snow, take Jennifer Walker, to be your lawfully wedded wife? From this day forward, to have and to hold, for better, for worse, for richer and for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part?” the priest asked.My soon to be; in a couple of seconds, husband looks at me with the eyes of a beast, ready to rip me apart at any second as he says tightly “I do”Although he just vowed to take me as his wife, to hold, love and cherish, his ‘I do’ vowed something else entirely.It was an oath to make me suffer horribly at his hands.“Do you, Jennifer Walker, take Alex Snow, to be your lawfully wedded husband? From this day forward, to have and to hold, for better, for worse, for richer and for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part?”I look at him defiantly with my head held high, piercing him with my hatred and loat
Jenny’s POVONE WEEK EARLIERI wake up to the sound of my father screaming in rage, followed by something smashing on the floor.It was such a typical way to wake up, like waking up to an alarm every morning. It became a daily routine in this house a long time ago.I close my eyes and curse inwardly. Another day god didn’t answer my prayer to take that man’s life in his sleep.There is always tomorrow, I thought with a sigh.I used to hate myself for praying for my father’s death every night. It made me feel like a bad person. But as the days passed, as I became certain he will never change into a better person, that feeling went away.I get up from the bed and head towards my bathroom.I stare at myself in the mirror for a long time, trying to recognize the person staring back at me. It wasn’t me. Or it wasn’t who I wanted to be. Why? Well, there are so many reasons that I don’t even k
Jenny’s POVIf you Google type 1 diabetes you get this definition:A chronic condition in which the pancreas produces little or no insulin. Insulin is a hormone needed to allow sugar (glucose) to enter cells to produce energy.The exact cause of type 1 diabetes is unknown. Usually, the body’s own immune system; which normally fights harmful bacteria and viruses, mistakenly destroys the insulin-producing cells in the pancreas. Other possible causes include genetics or exposure to viruses and other environmental factors.I, personally, blame it on those other environmental factors, namely living in this depressing town with a sick twisted father.Treatment focuses on managing blood sugar levels with insulin, diet and lifestyle to prevent complications.After that life altering discovery, my once empty night stand, became filled with different insulin pens, pen needles, alcohol wipes, a glucometer, and snacks.I became fully
Alex’s POVI’m standing outside in the front yard of our house, impatiently waiting for my beautiful bride to arrive with her father and sister.Today will be the start of my life with her. I can’t wait to marry her and have her by my side all the time. It was torture enough that we were living two hours away from each other for the past four months since I ran into her by coincidence.I never believed in love at first sight. Until my sight landed on her one day.I still remember that first meeting like it was yesterday. I forever cherished that memory and kept it in my heart and soul ever since.She was going to her hometown to visit her father during spring break, when her car broke down in the middle of nowhere.I happened to be on my way back to Snow after conducting some business in Fairbanks; which is two hours from here, when I noticed her backing away from her car in clear panic, as smoke started to emerge from the
Alex’s POVMy father comes to stand next to me as I wait for Melanie to arrive. He was already dressed up in a tuxedo and his usual disheveled hair is styled back elegantly with hair mousse. His beard was also trimmed down. I’ve never seen him this fashionable before, he was always dressed casually, even when we have business meetings.The sight of him taking care of himself for my wedding brought a wave of pride to course through me for being his son.Despite our cruel dangerous lifestyle, we were born and raised in a very close loving home. We enjoyed our childhood until it was time for us to grow up and play with guns instead of race cars. My father wasn’t the strict heartless leader people talk about around the town. Inside our house, he was the typical caring father who makes time to play with his children and gives his wife the love and devotion she deserves.He was everything I wanted to grow up to become. Both as a leader and as