Brittany POVI sat on my hotel room balcony, overlooking the skyline lost in thought.I knew I should have had him killed after carrying out the mission. A mission that he still failed to carry out properly. He tried to kill George, not Wendy. Now, Wendy is still alive and well, and George was injured.If George had died instead of Wendy, I would have put that man six feet under. I traced the rim of my glass of whiskey with my fingers. I gave the glass a light shake before bringing it to my lips. I swallowed the whiskey in one gulp, the liquid seeping down my throat smoothly, leaving a burning sensation in it's wake.Loose ends, there were a lot of them. They had somehow managed to tie Rosina's escape back to me, and even the accident. Luckily, I left before they could apprehend me.Nevertheless, Wendy was still alive, that was something that needed to change. I needed to construct another plan before it was too late, and this time I had to carry it out myself. After all, there was a
Wendy's POV“What?” I exclaimed dumbstruck. “Your wife? You have to be kidding me. I can't pretend to be your wife, matter of fact, I can't even live with you.” I added harshly, my voice dripping with sarcasm.“You asked for a way you could repay me,” he said. “That's the only thing I want.”“I already told you we're over.” I pointed back and forth between the two of us. “There's no way that it can happen.” I said firmly. “Ask for any other thing. Any other thing except that.”“I don't want any other thing,” he said, his voice unwavering. “You promised,” he added softly.My head spun as I thought of all the possibilities. I wasn't necessarily afraid of staying with George. I was afraid of what would happen. The temptations. The memories of our past still lingered, threatening to consume me, and there was the way he looked at me, with eyes that still held a spark of desire. All the walls I worked so hard to build might just crumble down. Was it worth the risk?“I can't, I just can't.”
Wendy's POVI pulled into the driveway. Parking my car, I went out and took out my luggage from the boot of my car.I stared at the penthouse. It was huge, as expected from George. I clutched the luggage in my hand tightly. I hadn't even moved two steps when George suddenly rushed out the door to take my luggage into the penthouse.“What a gentleman.” Whitney remarked sarcastically.“Give him a break.” I replied, walking into the house.I stared at the interior, it was nicely done, and so minimalist. Why did I care? I'd only be here for three days, not forever.I took a deep breath. “Day 1 of staying with my ex-husband, 2 more days to go.” I muttered under my breath.“Are you hungry?” George asked, from the dining area.“Not really.” I replied.“Oh, I've already made breakfast for you.” he said, the hurt displaying vividly over his face.“I'm sorry.” I replied, feeling bad.“It's not your fault, I should have waited for you to come and asked first.” He said softly. “I'll show you to y
Wendy's POVThe sun burned through the cream curtains and infused the room with a warm golden light. My very own heart pounded from the kiss last night. My fingers grazed my lips as I sat up in bed, replaying it again and again in my head.I kissed George.Despite all he'd done, despite the pain, I'd let him kiss me—and worse than that, I'd kissed him back as well.Whitney's words echoed in my mind. "You're playing with fire, Wendy. You know how it ends."I took a deep breath and rubbed my oily hands through the tangled hair. I was not going to do it. Not this time. The man had already broken me into pieces once, and I'd only just begun gluing myself back together again. I was not going to give him the club with which he was going to break me into pieces again.There was a knock on the door that broke daydreaming. "Wendy?" George whispered timidly.I feigned not having heard, and slept.There was another knock. "Wendy, I know you're awake." I whispered in an attempt to fool him that I
Chapter 136Wendy's POVI navigated the city streets in a daze, the soft whine of the engine the only break in the silence. My heart still stunned by shock at what George told me. "Because I still love you".I held the steering wheel in white-knuckled fists. He had no business saying that. Not after all this.My wolf, Whitney, growled uncomfortably under my skin. "He's not lying," she reminded me.I laughed. "Don't mean he needs a second chance."Maybe. You could see, though.I drove into an empty park just outside of town and took deep breaths. There was nothing there anymore but some rotten benches and the occasional jogger who jogged straight-out. A cold wind buffeted my body as I leaned on one of the benches, eyes closed.I was exhausted. Emotionally, physically—I ached from head to toe.I had no idea which one scared me more. That George had this kind of power over me, or that I still desired him in spite of it.My phone vibrated against my thigh. I extracted it and scowled at th
Chapter 137George's POVWhat was I thinking when I said that?. I must have gathered all the courage I had.“I really hope she won't get mad at me. Uggg….that was so stupid,“ I wrapped my head in my palm.I watched as she climbed the stairs, turning to glance at me each step she took and me trying to hide that I was scared of what she'd be thinking.Well, the good thing is I shot my shot, and I really meant it. I crave her , I want her and I miss her so much. Spending a night with me might also make her decide to be with me forever. We will be happy forever and I won't ever leave her for any stupid reason.There's something in her eyes that shows how much she wants me too, something I can never miss - the way her eyelids blink whenever she talks and she only does that when she's nervous. Damn, I miss us.I went back to sit on the couch, all sort of thoughts threatening to swallow me. I wonder what she's thinking.Wendy's POV.“Why does he have to ask with such eyes,” I sighed as I t
Chapter 138Wendy's POV.“Wendy you know you can't,” my inner wolf said. “Why? I avoided him perfectly well just now, so why can't I?.”It's true I almost fell, but I held it together just as it was about to escalate and I can do that for the rest of the day. It's not as hard as I think it is, but I want to eat right now. I've been suddenly feeling hungry.I should have ordered something, if I'm that determined to not go back on my words but today of all days , I am feeling creative. Like I'm about to cook a meal that will make history.I adjusted my hair in the mirror, slipped in a fluffy slide and went back to moisturize my lips, because they felt too dry before I finally went for the door.I practically tiptoed to the kitchen, because I had to make sure George wasn't anywhere around. I sighed in content when I didn't find him anywhere before I finally went inside the kitchen.“What to cook?,” I said, staring at the full fridge. The fridge was full, but I don't like the majority of
George's POV.She pressed her lips to mine, tugging at my buttoned shirt like she was about to pull it off.I held her hands, stopping her from going further. She moved back a little and looked at me with a raised eyebrow.“What is it?,” her voice was raspy, like she was already in the moment.“You don't want to do this, I know,” I said and as if that was what she needed to hear, she broke into tears. I immediately brought my hands to her cheeks to wipe the tears away while I brought her close to my arms.“It's ok,* I tapped her back as she cried in my arms.She looked up, wiped her tears and coughed before she said, “I'm so sorry, but I don't know what I was thinking,” “I thought you stopped loving me, then I got so confused,” “I'm sorry,” she said, her head hung low that it made my chest tight.“Wendy, look at me,” I said, raising her face up with my finger . “I told you, didn't I?,” “I said you don't have to do it if you don't want to, but it seems like you want a reminder.”Sh
George's POVI woke up to sunlight stabbing me right in the eyes. Annoying as hell. I groaned then turned my head, but I immediately felt it , her soft skin under my arm, warm breath on my chest.Wendy.She curled into me, her face was pressed against my chest. Her hair was a mess, it was all over the pillow and my shoulder. I could feel her breath, it was soft and even, against my skin. My arm tightened around her waist.I wasn’t dreaming, right?My eyes opened the more, adjusting to the light. No, I'm not dreaming. She was real. And she's here.Her lashes fluttered, then her eyes opened — those brown eyes that always made my chest feel tight. She blinked but sleepily.“Mornin’,” I said, my voice was rough.She made a small noise, her face scrunching up like she was annoyed I even spoke.“Too early,” she mumbled. “It's…too…early.”I grinned. “It’s almost noon, ma'am,” “When do you plan to wake?”“Too early,” she repeated again, her hand slid up my chest and it rested there, her
George's POVI walked out of Wendy’s apartment, my heart beating hard. Too hard. I could even hear the sound in my ears. For the first time since everything happened, I felt hope. Real hope.She didn’t say yes completely. But she didn’t say no too. That was enough for me.Her words kept coming back to me as I stepped into the night air. What if I really leave everything behind?I grinned, from ear to ear, shaking my head. I will wait. As long as there’s one small chance, I will wait.I entered my car and started driving. The road was quiet. Only the streetlights and the sound of the engine. My phone buzzed on the seat beside me. I reached for it, my eyes looking at the screen.It was my spy.I sighed and picked it up. "What?""There’s movement," the voice said. "Edward is restless. Something big is happening tonight."My jaw tightened. "Watch him. Let me know if anything changes."I ended the call and threw the phone down. Edward again. That bastard. He wasn’t going to ruin this. Not
Wendy's POV"I’ll be there."he had said.I wasn’t so sure. I wasn't sure of everything, yet all I want is stability, and I have only two options. I go on that trip that leads me to avoid George or I get back with him. But the hard part is, either of the options work well with me.But the second seems more bothering, now that I have his possession with me.I pressed a hand to my stomach. A life growing inside me. His life.My ringtone completely pulled me out of all my thoughts.I thought it was a call from George, but …It wasn’t.It was a call from an unknown number.I hesitated, then answered. "Hello?"Silence.A knock sounded at the door. It must be George, but can I take risks?.I stiffened. "Who is it?""It’s me," George’s voice came through.I hesitated, then stood and opened the door.I inhaled a soft breath, it was George."Can I come in?" he asked.I stepped aside, letting him pass. He walked inside the room, but his eyes were on me the whole time."You didn’t have to come ba
Wendy's POVI sat on the edge of my bed, the pregnancy test still sitting on the bathroom counter. Two pink lines. Positive. The result kept flashing in my mind, over and over again, until it felt like it was carved into my skull.Pregnant.My hand drifted toward my stomach. A life—George’s child—growing inside me. I should have been freaking out more, panicking, but instead, I felt… numb.No part of me regretted it. Not really. But the weight of what this meant… that was the part I wasn’t ready to face yet.How was I supposed to tell George? Or was I even going to tell him at all?My phone buzzed beside me. I glanced at the screen. A message from George.George: Are you okay? Wendy, answer me.I sighed and tossed the phone aside. He wasn’t going to let this go. I know how relentless George can be especially when he suspects that something might be happening.I rested my head back on the bed, nothing was running through my mind. I stared at the ceiling, trying to know what to think f
Wendy's POV "Why?"I was about to answer, but suddenly a strange wave of dizziness hit me. My head screamed."Wendy?" George stepped toward me. "Are you okay?"I forced a smile. "I'm fine."His eyes burned with concern. "You don't look fine.""I'm just…" The dizziness started again, and this time, it was followed by a twist in my stomach. I pressed a hand to my mouth as a wave of nausea climbed up my throat."Excuse me—" My voice broke as I turned away from him, practically running toward the bathroom in the conference room.I almost didn't make it to the sink when I was vomiting. My hands gripped the cold sink as my stomach was poured out , my body trembling.Behind me, I heard the door open. "Wendy?" George's voice was sharp with alarm. "What's …”"I'm fine," I said , choking, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. "Just… give me a second."He didn’t listen. In a second, he was beside me, his hand brushing the hair away from my face. "This isn’t fine, Wendy. What’s wrong?"I sh
Chapter 154.George's POV. She hung the call before I could say Jack.I picked my car key before I stormed out of my office, gaining attention from the staff, especially my secretary who was , at that time, in the office with me.The drive to the Peak Hotel felt longer because of the packed road. My hands tightened around the steering wheel as I drove through the traffic, my mind running with different thoughts. Wendy already knew. Of course, she knew. Nico and the others , I should have known they wouldn't be able to keep up the act for long."Shit," I muttered under my breath as I pulled into the hotel's driveway. The valet approached, but I waved him off and parked the car myself. My heart was hammering as I stepped into the hard floor of the hotel, the soft hum of music didn't help with the situation, I just felt sick to my stomach.Conference room A2B. I knew exactly where it was.I spotted her the moment I pushed the door open. Wendy stood at the window, arms crossed, her b
Wendy's POV.I stood in front of Peak Hotel, taking my time to admire the luxurious building while the valet left to park my car.When he returned the keys to me, I exhaled sharply before I entered the hotel.Conference room A2B. I really hope I get it in the nick of time.Minutes later, which is still in my favor, I was standing behind the mahogany door, inhaling and exhaling.I hated to admit how nervous I was. And anyone in this situation will probably be more nervous than I am. The investors are not just investors, they are big in the industry.For them to have picked my business to invest in, I must not mess anything up. And God help me with that.I wondered why they're not public, but I knew they couldn't care less.Hesitantly, I got myself to knock.“Come in,” a timbre voice said. I opened the door. a short gasp fell out of my mouth.The first thing that took my breath was the floor-to-ceiling windows that were as clear as air.In the middle of the room sat a long ebony table g
Wendy's POV.I was going to leave. But I have to close an important deal, before I hand over my business to an expert.Yes, I was planning to leave it all and go, and that's how my meek revenge plan went.I will leave till I hear the news, that maybe one of them is out of the way – either in prison or…who knows.That's how weak I am, I'm not taking revenge, am running from revenge, hoping someone will take it for me.I was deep in my thoughts when someone interrupted me.“Berlin,” I called.I eyed the man in front of me. He was in a corporate wear of suit pants and ironed out shirt.“Any news?” I asked, knowing he wouldn't be here if there was no news.He nodded. I gestured for him to continue.“Apparently Alpha George had a blow match with Beta Edward,” he reported.Immediately my eyes squeezed shut as I took in the information.“Was anyone hurt?” I pushed further.“The angle it was taken from showed it vividly,” he said as he showed me the picture.I zoomed in on it and my heart s
Wendy's POV.My fingers traced the thick rim of the wine glass while I waited for him in the same grand restaurant I have always wanted to go.I knew he would want an explanation. Or maybe just something to let him know he's in his right senses.And he is, but I'm not.As my focus drifted , I let George linger in my mind – his touch, his warmth…everything.A sharp knock on the table pulled me from my thoughts.George appeared with a wide smile but I maintained a straight face. He looked dejected at that instance and of course, I beat myself up for it.“Why did you leave? – I thought you were ready to stay,” he finally said after a long, uncomfortable moment of silence.“It was just a fling and you know that,” I said almost immediately, like I had practiced my response. I bit my inner cheeks. I don't want to sound harsh to him.“Really? But I'm not ready to call anything a fling with you,” he said, his face dripping with determination.I sucked in. How am I going to make it clear to h