I told them how we just weren’t right for each other and could no longer be together. It hadn’t gone well and despite my shielding them from the truth, they had already created a bias against Micah, convinced that he did something wrong. “I can’t believe Micah would turn out like this. I liked him
Micah’s POV I swerve at the last moment, nearly avoiding crashing into the incoming car. Some driver puts his middle finger out and screams at me. I stop the car with a start and rest my forehead against the steering wheel, breathing deeply. I, Fiona Richards, reject you, Micah Lancaster, as my ma
Micah, I have always been grateful to you for helping me out when my father needed it the most. But a marriage needs love not gratitude and we both know that I have never loved you. Our marriage should have ended a long time ago and it’s time for us to stop living a sham. By the time you read this
Micah’s POV Blood drips from my hand and on the floor until there are droplets of red everywhere. I take my hands and rub them over my face as more worry takes over me and the blood paints my face crimson. The next few hours blur into each other as I reel from a state of madness and devastation. I
I see the shock on her face as she tries to resist the command but then her lips move out of her own volition. “I don’t know where she has gone but she left because she doesn’t love you anymore.” Her words are like a bullet to my chest and they make me physically falter. I take a step back as if I
Three Years Later: Fiona’s POV The sun filters through the leaves, casting a dappled glow on the grass beneath my feet. The air is filled with laughter and the distant sounds of children playing. Micah's warm hand is intertwined with mine, as we walk together through the park, the world around us
“Prince Micah, your reputation for brutal business tactics often centers around your aggressive approach to acquisitions. Can you shed some light on your strategy in this area?” The interviewer asks him. It’s clear from her body language that she is impressed by him as she constantly fixes her hair
Micah’s POV I take a swig of vodka straight from the flask I carry and rest my head against the backseat. It has been a long day in Riviera and the vein in my forehead jumps when I think about how poorly the regional branch for Lycan Corporation is being managed here. It has taken a lot of restrai
I lean into him, my heart full. "Yes, it is," I say softly. "And I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you."____________________After the wedding ceremony, Micah and I finally return home. Immediately, Micah sweeps me in his arms on the first step and I let out a surprised squeal.He simp
Fiona’s POVThe Lycan King's eyes blaze with fury as Micah steps forward, standing tall in front of me and protecting me from the eyes of everyone in the room."Micah, how dare you still want to marry this... this evil girl? Do you not care about what she did to Rowena?" the King demands, his voice
Unsure of what to do, I move to help Rowena when the door to the bridal room bursts open.Micah strides in, his eyes narrow at the sight before him. Behind him, the Lycan King and Queen enter, followed by Jeremy and Leah. The tension in the room spikes instantly."What is all this commotion?" the Ki
Fiona’s POVI move to pick up the almost empty coffee cup, next to me but my hand twitches and it suddenly shatters in my hands. Shocked by my own strength, I stare at the broken pieces.Ever since Micah and I marked each other, it’s like I’ve been changing. Somehow, my senses have gotten sharper. I
He arches an eyebrow, clearly unsatisfied. “Louder.”“I’m yours,” I repeat, my voice stronger this time, but still shaky. He gives me another teasing stroke, and I can’t help but moan.“Louder, Fiona. I need to hear you,” he says, his voice a mix of demand and dark promise. He brushes his thumb over
Fiona’s POVMicah doesn’t release me as we walk inside. The power is out because of the heavy rain, and shadows are everywhere, making the house feel eerie. The only sounds are the distant rumble of thunder and our soft footsteps on the hardwood floor."Micah?" I ask, my voice small and nervous in t
“I’ll fix it. I promise you. I’ll be good to you. I’ll never hurt you again. Ever. I was a stupid fucking asshole for not realising this before but I love you. God, I love you so much. I feel empty without you. So, please. Just please, give me another chance. Forgive me, please.”Despite everything
Fiona’s POVIt's late when I return home that night. Micah had a late day at work, so I spent time with Antonia before heading back. By the time I reach my house, the sky has turned a menacing shade of charcoal, and the air is thick with the promise of a thunderstorm.The first heavy drops splatter
“Maybe, you were always cautious in your ways, Jeremy but I am sure the same can’t be said about Aunt Emma and her son. Starting there will probably be a good trail that will help expose your crimes.” I continue, watching as he becomes more and more agitated.“How - how did you know?” He finally ask