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SavannahUgh, twice in one night? What are the odds?“Look at you, stepsister,” she says with a smirk on her face as she licks her lips “Such a surprise”“I'm surprised you know who I am,” I answer as I watch her squarely.“Oh, I keep track of my family.” She watches me with a cruel smile on her lips.“Uh-huh.” I'm sure she does; she looks like she came here to scare me, which won't work.“Well, look at you, big sister,” she said, her tone mocking.“Beautiful, aren't I?” I say airily. I might as well go with the flow.She ignores it. “I didn't think I'd see you here.”“And why is that?” I ask as I lean back on the sink. “Why?”“You just didn't fit the description of people who should be here. Despite your, uh, not so fancy clothes,” She looks at me with disdain, “Did you borrow this?” She taps her chin. “Maybe there's a price tag at the back.”“You're running out of options, darling,” I taunt, “or perhaps it's not the clothes or shoes that fit the description.” Her blue eyes narrowed.
SavannahI stand in front of the house where I'll stay for the next year and a half. Mr. Knights drove me here. “Are you going to enter anytime soon?” he asks.I turn back to him. “Are you coming in?”He shakes his head. “No, I have work to handle.”I nod and say, “Okay, thank you.”“Call me if you need anything,” he tells me. I know I won't, but I answer with an okay anyway. He winds up his windshield, and they drive away. He called and offered to drop me off, and I agreed.Last night, when I got home, Mom was waiting for me on the couch. She wasn't happy, that's for sure. I tried to tell her I was doing this on my freeway, but she said she knew me well enough to know I was lying.Flashback:> “You're still up? I thought you should be resting.” I say as I place my bag down. “Why can't you at least rest?”“I am resting. Have you checked the internet?” she goes straight to the point.“No, I haven't,” I admit. “I don't plan to do so yet.”“Scared of what they might say about you?”I've h
Dominic:I can't remember the last time I had a home-cooked meal and enjoyed it as much as I do this one.“This is nice.?” Scratch that. This is delicious. I try to play it cool as she walks away.She might've told me to serve myself next time, but the fact that she said, “next time” makes me smile.I watch as her walk causes her ass to jiggle.I bite into my chicken and imagine it's her ass and that makes it taste even better.I wolf down the plate in a few minutes, clear the table, and head up the stairs. It's pretty quiet up here. No lights are on, so I don't know which room she chose.I walk to my room and nod in approval of its cleanliness. Maria sure did her work on time.I peel my clothes off and head towards the shower.The bathroom is practically a room by itself; it's large. A shower can fit four people, and a tub for two.I stand under the shower head, and the water helps relax my sore muscles. Today at the office was eventful. I asked the staff to send me a financial report
SavannahI'm sitting chilling in the living room, watching something unfamiliar. I'm simply waiting for his guest.That's right. He should've known I'm not one to back down from a challenge. Shame on him.After our not-so-heated eye contact and arguments about the challenge, he all but dared me and stomped up to his room, where he'd been holed up for hours.Me? I didn’t have anywhere to go. Mom said she had visitors over and didn't want me there, so I’m just chilling.I'm starting to get disappointed when the doorbell rings. I spring out of the chair with a wicked smile on my face.I pull the door open, and the first thing I see is a woman's figure. She has huge tits, like a stripper, with an hourglass body. Hazel eyes meet my green ones. She seems sweet and nervous, which makes me rethink my decisions.“Uhm, I’m sorry, but I’m looking for Dominic. Is he in?”I look at her and smile brightly. “Sure, he is. You must be the new house help?”She looks surprised. “Oh no, no, I’m not. I’m—”
DominicI tossed and turned the entire night; I could barely get a night's sleep without thinking of how she all but dared me tonight.I was curious to see how many sparks she has, but now I'm unsure whether I want to trek down that path. The glaring time of 6:45 is a reminder that I need to wake my ass up.After thirty minutes, I showered and freshened up. It's Sunday, which means all I have to do is stay home. I check my phone to see a text from Chris and Dad.Dad's asking, How’s the life of an almost husband? I type back, Annoying and irritating”. I clicked on Chris' message to see that he said he’d bring wine by twelve. He comes around on Sunday.I walk down the stairs, whispering. The house is as quiet as a church; I wonder which room she chose. I turn to go to the kitchen but pause when I see the exact rules from yesterday hanging right where they were last night, with another over the TV.What the?Did she have so many of these?I tear it down, and I'm about to wrap it when her
SavannahHe gazes at me, lost in thought. He starts to speak, but Mom's entrance interrupts him. “When you said you were coming, I thought you meant later.”I notice Evan visibly relax, which only deepens my suspicion. I know my brother. “I had nothing to do, so I thought I'd spend the day here.” I assist her in sitting and slide a pillow behind her back. “How have you been feeling?”“Much better. The swelling has gone down, and although it still hurts, it's okay.”I nod. “Is there anything I can do to help?”She shakes her head. “No. Evan promised to be here from now on.”I glance at my brother. He rubs his neck and gives me a nod. I want to demand answers about where he's been, but I hold back and settle for a quiet “Okay.”“How have things been with you?”“Good. Tomorrow, I'm going to check if I still have a job at the restaurant,” she says, nodding in approval. “I don't want to depend solely on him.”“Why not?” I raise my head to find my brother watching me. “You're his wife.”“Fia
SavannahHe underestimated me.I arrived home around seven, and he wasn't there. I couldn't hide my excitement—the grin on my face was akin to the Cheshire cat's.After Mom casually brushed off the question, our conversation covered everything and nothing.Evans shared a story about his time away, but I could tell he was feeding me a load of nonsense. However, until he does something out of the ordinary, he's free to do as he pleases.While waiting for Dominic, I prepared myself dinner. When the clock struck nine, I hastily rushed to lock the door, but not before grabbing one of the paper rules and sticking it onto it.There. That will show him how serious I am. I returned to the table and finished my dinner. After cleaning the kitchen, I went upstairs for a relaxing bath.As I lounged on the couch, I heard a car pull up. Looking through the window, it wasn't his car. However, it didn't surprise me to see Chris exiting the car with him.I watched as he walked up to the door and burst i
DominicI gaze out over the city as I mull over how to get revenge on Savannah.Should I apply shoe glue to her hair gel? Or perhaps tie a spaghetti bucket over her door to have it dumped on her?Is that too extreme? Locking me out of the house is extreme.For fuck's sake, I can't believe I'm sitting here thinking about revenge like a stupid teenager.I'm thirty, for fuck's sake.But hey, before her, my life was work, fooling around and repeating. Maybe this little war she started can be a reason to relive my teenage life.Which is why I want to go out with a bang. I don't want to execute my revenge half-heartedly—go big or go home.I pull out a notepad and write “REVENGE PLANS” at the top. I nod to myself and split the paper into two sections, labeling the top-right corner “PROS” and the top-left corner “CONS.”PROS:1. Bring a girl home.2. Stay out late.CONS:1. Retaliation2. LockoutHmmm.I scratched staying out late. Even though I could crash at Chris's place, I prefer my bed.I
Hey Everyone!This is a bittersweet moment for me, and I am so glad I can finally take some time off my machine and relax!No hard feelings, but I deserve some me time.Now, unto more serious matters, this book has ended, putting us in an expectation of what is next. I am proud to announce that there is a sequel to this BOOK!!! Yayyyyyyy! Are you as excited as I am? Then scream with with me! YAYYYYYY!So, if you noticed, I have been dropping hints in this book about what to expect next, and I can't wait to dive into these lovely people's books. I hope you guys will be as patient with them as you were with Dominic and Savannah Marshalls.There is no release date yet, as I am taking a break, but keep your notifications on and stay tuned for updates!! I will create an Instagram and Facebook account when I start the next book for updated information!!!Thanks to everyone who gave this book a chance and decided to spend on it, including the comments; shout out to JUICY MISS, whose comment
SAVANNAH“Come back here!” I yell as I chase after my three-year-old son, who seems to be in the mood for his mischief. “Zion! Get back here!”He runs up the stairs and behind his father. “C’mon baby, let me him go,” my husband says as he looks at me. “I'm sure he didn't mean to.”I glare at him. “Uh-huh, I'm sure he didn't mean to take the cookies I made personally for Thanksgiving.”Dominic's eyes widen as he turns to his son, who throws him a toothy grin. “See?” he says as he looks at his son. “He didn't mean it.” I glare at him; he is a sucker for Zion.I roll my eyes as I stretch out my arms to him. “Give me my daughter,” I say as I smirk at him. “Go downstairs and care for everything else since you want to defend your son. Go ahead and take on the responsibility of cleaning the mess he made.”He pouts. “But I am holding our baby,” he says as he kisses our princess. “C’mon.”I glare at him. “Give her to me. You and your son go and take care of everything else.” He pouts, but I rem
DOMINIC“It’s a boy!” I announce, pushing the door open. Excited squeals and gasps surround me as I look at our family. “I have to go back in!” I say, pulling the door close leaving the noise outside.My wife needs me.Re-entering, I see our baby boy lying on her chest as they clean her up. She looks up, eyes watering. “Our baby,” she says weakly, and I nod vehemently as I kneel before her bed, “He’s so beautiful,” she says as she looks down at him. I nod as tears trail down my cheeks. “Thank you,” I say, rubbing her head. “Thank you.”“Excuse me, sir, please wait outside.” the nurse asks. I nod. “We’ll call you back in a few minutes.”I place a gentle kiss on her forehead. “I'll be right outside.” Leaning down, I kiss the top of my son’s head and walk outside.I find myself turning and looking at the nurse, picking up the baby and going to clean him, I'm sure. Find everybody waiting eagerly. “How are they?”“They're fine. I think they are about to clean them up,” I say, closing the d
DOMINICThe atmosphere is charged with anticipation as I tap my feet, awaiting her. The space around me echoes the silent suspense. “Should we wait some more?” a voice asks, and I nod tightly, reassuring more myself than the speaker, “She’ll come. She’ll be here soon.”As I contemplate checking my phone, the door swings open, and my pulse goes haywire. She's here. She's adorned in a flowing white dress, eyes glistening as she approaches. I smile softly, and she reciprocates, causing my heart to pound. As she reaches me, she mouths, “I'm sorry.” I shake my head, pulling her into me. “I had cramps.”My concern shows with a frown. “Are you okay? Is it severe?” I hold her at arm’s length. “Is it okay?”She smiles brightly. “Yeah, I'm fine.” She exhales. “Let's do this.”I smile, kissing her forehead before taking my stance beside her. We're remarrying today, a private renewal of vows away from prying eyes. I wanted our loved ones present, but I asked her about the wedding she wanted, and s
SAVANNAH“Open your eyes,” Dominic says as he removes his hands from my eyes. I blink as my eyes adjust to the surroundings, and gasps escape my lips.This is a house in the middle of a field surrounded by flowers of all kinds, a two-story building painted black and white.My lips stretch into a wide grin as the scent of the field and flowers fills the air. “Do you like it?” Dominic asks as he stands behind me. “Is it to your taste?”I whirl around to face him. “Do I like it?!” I ask as I look around, and he nods. “No, I don't.” His face drops, and a broad smile spread across my face. “I freaking love it.”I see him breathe out a sigh of relief. “You had me scared for a second,” he says as he wraps his arms around me and pulls me to him. “This is ours.”My eyes widen as I look at him. “For us? You bought it?” He nods as he looks around. “Why?”He smiles. “I figure we have somewhere to escape and spend time together. We needed a getaway, and although I could've taken you anywhere worldw
Elizabeth Miller.I'm struggling with my thousands of emotions, a turbulent whirlwind. I've always prided myself on maintaining my resolve to stay clear of Sebastian Knights, and I've succeeded.They say there's a thin line between love and hate, and I've found that true. To release the love I once had for him, I had to blur that line and harbor a deep resentment for him—the man who took everything from me.I shake my head, recalling our conversation the day Savannah shared the news of her pregnancy and the way he looked at me when I discovered he had given me his kidney.He saved my life, and why would he do such a thing? I cling to the notion that he did it for her, not me. Although I believe that, a small part of me questions: What if it was more than just for Savannah?What if he did it for me?I scoff at my thoughts as I step outside, my heart racing as I search for him. Sebastian Knights has always had a knack for breaking down every wall I built, and the hatred I clung to was a
DOMINIC “And this decision today was taken based on all the evidence and testimonies that were given to us today," my hands find Dominic's legs as he pulls me closer to him, "and it reads as follows."Savannah’s hands tighten around mine, and I pull her closer. “The court has found the accused guilty as charged with every available evidence,” the judge continues. My hands tighten around Savannah, and I pull her closer to me. “There will be no bond for Becca Knights and the rest of the defendants.” I see Evans' jaw clench tight.Aisha turns to us and smiles tightly. I scowl at her, knowing that she might have helped to save Savannah, but she was the reason she was taken in the first place.“Becca Knights is sentenced to a hundred years with no parole and heavy duties.” Becca's eyes widen, and she gasps as she looks at him before her eyes turn to us. I subconsciously pull Savannah closer to me. “Sophia Knights is sentenced to fifteen years in prison with parole.” I see Sophia bow her he
SavannahI watch as Dad walks in with a woman whose eyes hold determination, and I hear Mom gasp beside me. I turn to her to find her watching the woman with wide eyes. Does Mom know who she is?The woman walks in, her shoulders high, and Becca's face pales when her eyes land on the woman. “It can't be,” she whispers. “You—It can't be—”I tilt my head, wondering what's going on. “Surprised to see me?” the woman asks as she looks at Becca, who is paling by the minute. “Has it been so long that you don't remember me?”Dad places his hands on the woman's shoulder, and she looks up at him and nods as she's led to the podium. They hand her the Bible as she swears and turns to face everyone.Her eyes land on Sophia, and her lips quiver before her eyes find me. She looks almost proud to see me. Her eyes then go to Mom, and I see her eyes widen slightly.So, they know each other.The judge commands the attention of everyone. “Please state your name and your relationship with the individuals in
SEBASTIAN KNIGHTS.FLASHBACK TO WHEN SEBASTIAN MET JJ WIFE!I drive endlessly around the streets, my heart in turmoil as I review everything that has happened in the last few days. I sigh, feeling a sharp headache, knowing I could've prevented everything.I park the car and rest my head on the steering wheel, the weight of it all pressing on my chest. I could have stopped this. I run my hand down my face and look outside. To my surprise, I'm at the graveyard. I haven't been here in years, but I don't understand why I stayed away. With nothing else to do, I push the car door open and step out.It's still the same as I remember it—quiet and calm. I look around at the graves, and my heart becomes heavy, realizing that these are the final resting places for people with dreams and accomplishments cut short by death. Why do people have to die? Wouldn't it be better if there were somewhere everyone goes after growing old instead of just disappearing?Pushing those thoughts aside, I walk throu