Once Bitten, Twice Broken, Forever Loved

Once Bitten, Twice Broken, Forever Loved

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Your life spirals into a vortex of grief and responsibility after your father suddenly passes away. It doesn't end there. A devastating misunderstanding breaks your relationship with Ethan Warner, the one true love of your life, leaving a deep wound. When you're forced to take a new job at a prestigious company to help your family, it turns out your boss is none other than your ex Ethan. You take the job anyway. But nothing prepares you for a cruel encounter with Ethan. Everything happens in a flash and you find yourself trapped in a marriage with a man consumed by hatred and a thirst for revenge. His ultimatum: obey him, or suffer the consequences. What is worse is that beneath his hatred lies a dangerous obsession with you. When secrets won't stay hidden and enemies from the past are out to make sure you two never work out, will you ever get the chance to clear the misunderstanding of years ago and win back your love? Or will the shadows of your past destroy your future?

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Chapter 1

Ethan Coleman?

Violet

The morning sun beat down on the bustling street, casting a warm glow on the crowded sidewalk. People are hurrying to and fro, their footsteps and conversations, sounds of vehicles waiting in the gridlock, weaving together in a constant hum of activities.

Everyone, including myself, as I dodge and weave through the horde, is trying to beat Manhattan’s morning rush hour.

I pick my pace, hastening to the bus stop to catch a bus, barely hearing my mom’s rants over the phone as the street seems boisterous.

“The landlord threatens to throw us out on the street. Your siblings can’t go to school because we can’t afford their tuition, and Jeremy needs to continue his sustenance medication, seeing as we can’t afford a heart transplant.”

“God,” I mutter, momentarily closing my eyes as I rub my temple.

Mom runs a bakery she started before Dad passed. Her entire earnings are not enough to pay taxes and utilities, let alone sustain the family. I’ve been the second breadwinner for my family since I turned fourteen when my dad passed. The curse of being a responsible firstborn.

“Where am I supposed to get all that money from? I haven’t received my first paycheck yet.”

“Borrow.”

“I’d do that if I could, Mom. I owe half of Manhattan.”

“Your family needs financial aid and yet you let that asshole withdraw all your savings and steal your advances.”

“My fiance is not an asshole, Mom. He’s not a thief, either. He’s working so hard and he needs the money. And er… I lied, Mom. I gave him the money myself, thinking his business would make a profit before the end of last month.”

Mom erupts in a fit of rage, chiding me like crazy.

 “I’ll call you back later.” I hung up upon arriving at the bus station. Shoving my phone into my purse, I sprint for the bus and get on it. As soon as I perch on a seat, anxiousness settles in the pit of my stomach. 

It’s my first day as an HR assistant at Aion Soft. What if it goes bad? That question haunts me. I puff a heavy sigh to ease up the tension.

As I walk towards Horizon, I take in the magnificent cluster of towering skyscrapers, feeling exceedingly small. Their peaks disappear into the clouds, and their glass facade transforms into a kaleidoscope of colors, reflecting the vibrant energy of the city. Each building’s façade displays the company's name and logo.

Workers in formal attire rush to and fro. 

Horizon Corporation is a conglomerate comprising hundreds of subsidiaries; Aion Soft, being a software company, is one of them.

A thrill of pride clings to me as I walk towards Aion Soft’s entrance, knowing I’ve become a part of this prestigious company.

A friendly receptionist greets me as I enter the lobby, pointing me in the direction of the HR department.

The HR meeting is a breeze, with me efficiently filling out forms and answering questions. Afterward, the assistant escorts me to the supervisor’s office and introduces me to my supervisor, Greg. I swear I’ve never seen a man so strict, busy, and friendly at the same time.

Greg shows me my new workspace, which is plush, and a cubicle separates each workstation. He also introduces me to the rest of the team. A bunch of friendly people. 

I settle into my chair, a sense of belonging and purpose washing over me. I smile with excitement.

“That will be all for now, rookie. Make sure you review the handbook. We’ll touch base later at two to discuss your first project.”

He strides off.

“The CEO looked at me today in the lobby and gosh, it felt like my heart stopped,” a black-haired lady in the next cubicle says.

“Too bad he’s not gonna look at you for real. The CEO only dates blonde women with straight legs like our newbie here. Right, Violet?”

“Er…” I force a smile. “Not that I’m aware of.”

I don’t know about Ethan’s dating preferences. All I know is that Ethan and I dated for two years back in Michigan. I was in eighth grade and he was in eleventh grade. That was until a misunderstanding tore us apart, when the richest boy in school, who was Ethan’s bully, kissed me.

Every kid thought Ethan was a poor kid, but it turned out he was living the poor, independent life his parents sent him to Michigan to live, and he was the son of a billionaire. He thought I looked down on him like the others; thus, cheating on him. But I genuinely loved him.

After the shocking discovery about Ethan’s true identity, everyone hated me, especially Lucia Campbell, his best friend, who’s now his fiancee as I heard.

The whole charade made it hard for me to assist my family in Michigan, so I moved to Manhattan as soon as I got accepted into the O’Malley School of Business.

I spend the rest of the time perusing the handbook and acquainting myself with the company policies. When exhaustion takes over, I decide to take a tour around Aion Soft, the stiffness of my legs easing as I walk. I hit the corridor, heading back to the workspace after my tour. 

“I’ll deliver the reports and your coffee to your table before the meeting. You can seek the manager’s explanation later if there is any need for clarification.”

A stack of files suddenly comes flying my way and I instinctively lift my left hand to catch them. Before I look up to see who the deliverer is, a cup of coffee comes my way and I grab it.

Finally getting the chance, I stare up at the unfamiliar, tall, and good-looking man who’s just gotten off the phone. He seems to be quite in a rush as his entire movement hums with urgency.

“I need you to take those to the CEO’s office.”

His words sweep fear into me. My heart gallops as I freeze with agape eyes. Isn’t that Ethan’s office?

“You’re paling, are you all right?” he pauses and inquires.

I hastily snap out of the trance, schooling my expression. “Er… yes. I’m… fine.” Why does it have to be on my first day? God, I’m a storm inside, looking like a placid lake outside.

“Now get a move on.” He starts striding to the elevator with cursory strides.

“Sure.” I flash him a sickly smile, turning toward the CEO’s office. Sure? I can never be so sure.

I’m standing at the door to the CEO’s office, holding the stack of files to my racing heart. Fear and negativity encircle me. Hopefully, my heavy makeup will hide my identity. I even had to turn my ID back to front.

I breathe in, then out, and flick the open button on the biometric lock.

The door opens, and cool air breezes past me, wafting a cloyingly sweet scent through my nostrils. Lifting my head, I advance, regretting it immediately. I collide with a solid frame, and the hot coffee spills on not just the two of us but the documents.

He hisses in pain but doesn’t budge.

Fear fills me with adrenaline, throwing me into total disarray, and my movements zip out of control. God, I spilled coffee on the CEO. I’m such a klutz.

“I’m so sorry.”

Ignoring the burning on my chest where the coffee spilled, I fish a handkerchief from my black blazer, my hands shivering as I spot the coffee from his shirt. Dazed, I scurry to the executive table and drop the files on it before running to the sink to soak the handkerchief in water and then skittering back to him. He hasn’t even moved an inch.

“I’m really sorry, sir.”

Intending to continue scrubbing his stained shirt, he grabs my wrist, making me look up, my eyes meeting his chartreuse eyes. That’s when the chaos spins down and it dawns on me… I’m staring at Ethan Coleman. 

Ethan changed through and through.

He used to be fat and, not meaning to be rude, filthy. But all that was the behavior of a kid who’s never tasted the life of independence and indigence his parents thrust him into.

Now, he’s athletic, chiseled, with sharp facial features, and clean-shaven, looking like he just got out of the photo shoot. He’s become more handsome than I gave him credit for. Breathtakingly handsome.

The aura he gives off changed, even. Cold, grim, and unwelcoming, as frightening as he seemed the day he swore to make me wish I didn’t hurt him. Though his eyes aren’t glacial but flinty now, my breath still hitches.

“Do I scare you, Miss…” He lowers his gaze to my ID.

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21 Chapters
Ethan Coleman?
VioletThe morning sun beat down on the bustling street, casting a warm glow on the crowded sidewalk. People are hurrying to and fro, their footsteps and conversations, sounds of vehicles waiting in the gridlock, weaving together in a constant hum of activities.Everyone, including myself, as I dodge and weave through the horde, is trying to beat Manhattan’s morning rush hour.I pick my pace, hastening to the bus stop to catch a bus, barely hearing my mom’s rants over the phone as the street seems boisterous.“The landlord threatens to throw us out on the street. Your siblings can’t go to school because we can’t afford their tuition, and Jeremy needs to continue his sustenance medication, seeing as we can’t afford a heart transplant.”“God,” I mutter, momentarily closing my eyes as I rub my temple.Mom runs a bakery she started before Dad passed. Her entire earnings are not enough to pay taxes and utilities, let alone sustain the family. I’ve been the second breadwinner for my family s
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Cruel, much?
VioletHe’s gazing at my ID to find my name on it.“No, you don’t, sir. I was distracted.” The lie palls the tension hanging over us, breaking the dense, overstretched silence. My heart keeps racing—I’m hoping he doesn’t recognize me, or realize that I lied, which can worsen everything.Letting go of my hand, he strides towards the suit mannequin in a glass case, tossing the handkerchief in the trashcan en route. My eyes trail him attentively. I regret my mistakes.“There are rumors about me being cold and scary.” He takes off his suit jacket. “Cold, I can take that. But, scary?” He slips the jacket on the mannequin and walks to the desk in slow steps. “If you’re not scared of me…”On his feet, he leans down and analyzes the condition of the documents with his fingers.“Then that explains the heavy makeup you’re wearing.”I risk him a glance, trying to grasp what he’s saying.“Women are either afraid of me, or… they’re trying to seduce me.”My brow arches in disbelief and irritation as
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The paparazzi
VioletThe very next day, following the previous night, Greg and I go over my project and I begin working on it. Greg didn’t breathe a word about my resignation, as if I didn’t submit one. Aion Soft welcomes Verity Coleman, Ethan’s mother, today. Verity is quite the picky type. I'm in the lobby when she arrives.She approaches me and appoints me as her aide until the rescheduled extraordinary meeting commences.I am standing some steps across from the table in her office with my hands clasped in front of me. Verity is hard to resist staring at. She is one of Aion Soft’s shareholders and has an office in the building.She drapes her coat over her executive chair.Ethan got his eyes from his mother. Verify is a strong and beautiful blonde woman with the prettiest smile. Her gait is graceful. She radiates confidence and charisma. She’s not one to be trifled with.“Do you know why I chose you, of all people?” She takes her cup of coffee from the desk.“No, Mrs. Coleman.”“You remind me of
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Do or die agreement
Violet I stay quiet through the drive home, reeling in arrays of emotions. Sadness, anger, confusion, fear. I have the driver drop me a few blocks away from my house, and then I walk all the way home.The neighborhood is buzzing softly on the cold night. I slope to my door, only to find out the landlord locked it. Like other times, I jump through the window straight into my bedroom, where there’s a lack of electricity. I’ve been surviving without electricity and water for a few weeks now, seeing as I can’t pay my bills and I’ve exceeded my credit limit.Thinking my new job would alleviate my financial struggles, Ethan unapologetically ruined my chance.I sag to the ground, raking my fingers through my hair while lowering my head in tears.‘I’m so sorry, Peter,’ I cry.‘Sorry for what? Letting your childhood lover ruin our relationship?’‘It’s just three months, and I’ll come back to you.”“Three months of that jerk eating my woman up and then I take you back like nothing happened? No
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Till death do us part
VioletI stare at my reflection in the full-length mirror. A sad, broken blonde, veiled in a nose-length white netting bandeau, stares back at me. It’s the wedding today, the onset of my misery.I’m wearing a white sparkling gown with a fitted bodice. Its thigh-high slit runs down, flowing at the end, a beautiful embellishment of beads and sequins.The dress has a V-neckline decorated with embellished overlays, and the long sleeves are sheer and adorned with sequins. A silver necklace runs along my neck. Our wedding is going down in history as one of the most expensive weddings, and I know it’s one of Ethan’s plans to get people prejudging and badmouthing me after I end our relationship.“You look great, Violet.” My mom gestures for the lady in charge of my dressing to leave.“How are you taking the lies on social media, Mom? Everything people know about us is a lie.”Mom walks over, slowly. “None of those reflect our lives, sweetheart.”“I warned you, girl, didn’t I?”Our heads swing
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The wedding night
VioletI sit on the foot of the bed for a flat two hours, anxious, swaying in a whirlwind of thoughts—thoughts centered on escaping whatever plans Ethan has for us tonight. With clammy hands, I fidget with the robe I have on.I've concocted plans, which include asking the lady for a bottle of Tylenol while pretending I have a headache.Six pills of Tylenol will take me straight to the hospital, changing our wedding night to a harrowing caregiving vigil at the hospital. I'll rather be in the hospital than be sexually assaulted.The knife is my last-ditch effort to escape the night, when everything else fails. I'm only hoping I don't get pushed to use it.When the doorknob turns, I jerk up and hustle to the door to collect the pills from the lady, but who comes standing in the doorway when the door opens makes me halt halfway.I shudder with a gasp, recoiling quickly, my heart beating in a rapid cadence as I gaze at Ethan.The fearsome man who hates me and is now my fake but lawfully rea
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Obsessed and crazy
VioletEthan had grabbed the knife by the blade and the fear he’d cut me with it propelled me to jerk my hand back, the knife slicing his palm open.He doesn’t let go of the blade. He’s tightened his grip around the tip where he’s held on to when I pulled the knife. My eyes rivet on the gory sight of blood cascading down his hand, my stomach churning. If he’s in pain, he doesn’t show. Not even for the slightest.I let out a shaky breath, and as he attempts to pull the knife from my grip, not caring about his wounded palm, I willingly splay my hand to let him have the knife. As soon as I do, he grabs my neck with his unscathed hand and leans closer. His grasp is surprisingly soft.He skims the flat of the blade down my cheek with his bloodied hand, painting my face with his blood.He edges the knife to my chin, craning my neck upward so that our eyes meet. The fear he’ll do something untoward to me traps my breath in my lungs and my muscles tense.“Do you have any idea what’s going thr
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A forever contract!
I crane my neck upward and fix Ethan with a questioning stare, trying to put two and two together, but the further I try, the further his utterance eludes me. There was an extraordinary meeting, and the paparazzi were there by chance and had stumbled across us. Right? “I don't follow,” I whisper, confused.“Don’t worry, I'll spell it out for you. I knew that marrying you would be a lot easier if I put my career on the line. So I somehow followed you to that parking lot and had my ally direct the paparazzi to us.” He laughs victoriously, but I can hear the mockery behind his laughter.His words break me inside. Realizing the whole thing was a scheme to lure me into his inferno and hurt me, sorrow, anger, and fear swell inside me. My eyes mist over and my throat tightens.I succumb to my emotions as body-shaking sobs claim me.I wriggle in his arms to free myself, which makes him tighten his hands around me. “You’re crazy, Ethan. You're a psychopath,” I sob, my voice barely above a whis
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Stuck with the red flag
VioletThe sudden distaste and rage in Ethan’s voice send me reeling in confusion and fear as I stare down at him.He spits on my underwear, just in front of my vagina, and I tense up at his humiliating act.“You disgust me, Violet. Whoever says they love you is so full of shit because you’re a repulsive whore.” That fury, that hate, doesn’t leave his voice, neither does it leave his countenance.Tears well up in my eyes. His act, his words, tears me up on the inside. Worse that they're coming from the man that used to love me more than anything and anyone in the world.How much of this treatment can I take without breaking? Could I ever change his idea of me? It’s deep-seated in him to the point he sees me as a despicable whore who deserves to be tortured. No one deserves to be treated this way.“How many men have fucked this pussy before me? Ten? Twenty? Forty?”I don’t realize I’m supposed to answer that. Until then he says, “You can’t answer because you can’t tell the count. Just l
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A psychopathic husband
Violet On getting to the front yard, Ethan springs up yet another surprise. The driver is a lady, which clarifies what he said about not letting other men see me bare. Through the drive, I curl up quietly in the backseat of the Rolls-Royce, just next to him. There's a good space between us, though. I gaze at the rare mirror, waiting to find the lady’s eyes staring back at me through the rare mirror, but she casts me no glimpse. Not even by accident.We arrive in yet another bigger, jaw-dropping mansion and two housekeepers in black skirts and white short-sleeved shirts welcome us home.They have a warm smile on their faces as they congratulate us on our wedding. Warm but creepy, and it leaves me in confusion. They act like everything is as it’s supposed to be. Can’t they see I’m in my underwear?What’s going on?Ethan cuts them dead.They still keep the smile on their faces when Ethan pulls me into the house like I’m a thief rather than his wife. I can’t keep the confusion out of my
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