“The government has already seized all of our assets and my father lies in a hospital bed while a jail sentence awaits him here! What did I do to you to deserve this, Jeremy?” He only watches me with narrowed eyes. He steps closer, his presence looming over me like a dark cloud. “You don’t underst
Fiona’s POV The rain pelts over him and it makes his hair look darker. Silky strands fall in his eyes making him look more dangerous than I dare to imagine. He is all sharp angles and hard muscles. A shiver goes through me as his piercing blue eyes lock on me, making me freeze in place. His eyes l
Her words are like a slap to my face and I physically reel back from the blow. I clench my fists and try to not break down. “Please, give me a few more days. I am trying everything. I promise I will pay you. P-please don’t delay my father’s surgery.” I plead desperately. The nurse scoffs as she lo
Fiona’s POV My mouth drops open and I stare at him in shock. Too surprised to mask my bewildered expression. What … did he just say? “Well, that face you are making doesn’t look very encouraging.” He remarks dryly, raising an eyebrow at me. However, before I can even begin to explain myself, he
My throat goes dry and my lips part as I stare at him with wide eyes. It feels like I am trapped between the chair and him. “I-I-” I want to get the words out but the heat of his body is messing with my thoughts. I wait for him to move back and give me some space but he doesn’t. Instead, he leans c
“Aunt Emma, I know you are only thinking the best for me, but being his mistress is something I will never do.” I tell her in a soft but determined tone. For a moment, it feels like Aunt Emma’s expression falters but then, she smiles at me again. “Listen, Fiona, now is not the time to be stubborn,
Fiona’s POV I fidget in my seat, nervously glancing at Micah from beneath my eyelashes. Unlike me, he sits relaxed beside me, his arm thrown over the back of the seat and his muscular jean-clad legs wide open. My knee pops up and down as I stare at the marriage contract on the table in front of m
“I think you need to know about my past and who I have dated-” I begin but he cuts me off. “I don’t care, Fiona.” He doesn’t open his eyes to look at me, making him completely unreadable. “I don’t need to know about the men you’ve dated as long as you’re mine for the future. So, if there’s nothing