Eric opened the door to his side.
He ignored it. He unbuckled her and slid his hand under her thighs and back. He took her in his lap and drifted his eyes over her face, "Are you scared of me?" He asked in a whisper.
She stared out of the open door. Eric and his men stood far away from them, giving them privacy.
She didn't want to witness his wrath one more time. She nodded her head biting down on her lip.
His lips pressed softly over her forehead, "I'll do anything to keep you safe, even from myself too." He said with a sigh.
She turned her gaze on him. He wasn't giving a menacing look anymore. She nodded after a pause, staring at him.
Carrying her in his arms, he stepped out of the car, "I'll walk, " She said, looking around. But no one was glancing their way.
Her pulses began to pound. She didn't want to see her again. She couldn't even force a fake smile on her face. Elizabeth smiled at her as she walked in like a queen. Her silky gown was expensive and diamond jewellery around her old neck. 'She doesn't even like me, what's she doing here?' She wasn't intended to face her ever after her wedding. This old but reeking regal woman didn't try to hide her hatred for a second at her wedding. "Barbie, " Elizabeth smiled as she strode the floor. This woman looked nothing less than a queen. She was wearing an emerald green gown with emerald and diamond jewellery. Her attitude was nothing less than a queen. "Ma'am," Nico bowed his head. She strongly
She couldn't believe it. She was waiting for him at the dining table. She glanced at the door again and then lit the screen of her phone. Before looking at the small clock over the screen, her eyes rested on the wallpaper. It was one from her wedding day. She put it back, 'When will he come? I can't sleep with the thought that I'm going to see Elizabeth again. She's the only person in my life who doesn't like me. I didn't do anything wrong to her. I can't tell if I have. Why is that woman so tough on me? ' Her head snapped at the door as she heard a click, then his soft footsteps which were hard to catch or needed a lot of concentration. His dark gaze swept over her. She wanted to run back to the room. She didn't want to go to bed before taking words
'His Cologne is addictive, dragging me closer to him. Despite this, I know how dangerous he is. Less than a businessman, he acted like a leader of a dangerous organization. He scared me last night. He wants me to be frightened of him. I was. I am. But I also find him calm when he lays next to me. Is he demanding more than just laying together? He threatened me to be in this wedding. He shouldn't expect all this. I remember Emlyn's words. She always mocked me saying after her breakup, ' Thank god you're a virgin. You don't know the craving. ' If it leads to bed with a stranger. I'm grateful for it. I've avoided men almost my entire life. I didn't imagine such a strong personality to be my life partner. I like the brush of his skin on mine. it's not a good thing to demand. I like the kiss we shared last ni
She didn't realize the side of her waist was paining as his grip turned deadly tight, "Ales, you're hurting me," She murmured under her breath as she touched the back of his hand. She shuddered in fear as he lifted his eyes, his shoulders were stiffened, she saw the blaze of rage in his blue eyes. He was looking quite disturbing. She felt something else too, not merely anger. Her heart plummeted. She curled her arm around him, "What happened?" She pressed her finger as it was brushing on his back under his dark coat. He glanced at her, deep in her eyes. His grip loosened. Without a word, he pulled her to the dining table. He pulled the chair out for her. Her eyes were still resting on him to answer her but he was quiet and his blue eyes were daggering at Giovanni. She sat down contemplating. " Oh, they are here," Eli
'I should be hopping with joy. I got what I wanted. I don't want our wedding to be part of my life. But it's hurting so much. My heart is hurting. I never felt it before.' She touched her cheeks. Her fingertips were soaked with her tears. In less than a week, she had started to accept him as her husband, she started to wait for him before sleeping, she loved to cuddle with him, she was anticipating her life with him. He became an essential part of her life. ' Putting a ring on her finger, he has proved where my importance stands in his life. I do not need people's respect when my husband doesn't respect our wedding vows.' Her stomach twisted at the memory. She stopped walking. Her feet were aching. She drifted her gaze around and it stopped at the club
The maid came into the room to retrieve the tray. She stopped as she glanced at the full plate. She couldn't go out of the room until he wanted her to. 'I would find a way to make my path.' His staff never talked to her. They did their chores and stayed under the shadows. "I can cook something else, Mistress." The maid stood straight, hands clasped in front of her, head bowed. "I'm not hungry," She said flatly. "Boss won't be happy with this," Her head was still bowed. "That's what I want," She grabbed the plate and extended her hand with it. The maid hesitated as she looked fearful. She took the
'That wasn't compulsory.' She thought looking at her hands. He advanced his hand. She took it without delay. She was still contemplating it as a prank. He accelerated the car. It was maddening her. He tried to kill her. Now he was going to pretend he didn't do this. "Sadness doesn't suit you," he said with a quirk of his lips. Exasperatedly she shifted on her seat, "Seriously! You ordered your men to shoot him. This could have killed him. You are forcing things on me against my desire. You got engaged to a second woman. You're going to marry her soon. What do you expect, Ales?" She yelled at him. "Not at least this," She swallowed a lump in her throat before speaking, "I'm not hard-a** like you," She blinked and tears sprinkled through her eyes, falling in her lap.&nbs
The light entered the room from the open curtains. She opened her eyes and stared at the clear sky. Something warm caught her attention. She curled onto her back and froze. Alessandro was lying next to her. He wasn't touching but he was so close that she could feel the heat of his body. His dark hair was messed up and covered his forehead. He wasn't looking menacing anymore. He looked so handsome. She craved to run her fingers in his messy hair but she held herself. Her gaze lowered on his abdomen. His abs and pecs rippled with the movement, as his hand went above his head. She grabbed the hem of the comforter and tucked it above his middle. He was just in his shorts. She was wondering. When did he come? She turned onto her back to look out
EPILOGUE She ran her hand on her hair. A rare smile was over her face but there was fear too. She wasn't certain she would like to see her baby surrounded by danger. Deep concern embedded her expression. Elizabeth had invited them to dinner. She hadn't spent a pleasant day with her family. She was scared they would say or do something which would only upset her. The horror of what they had done to her in her past, how they wanted her out of her husband's life. She couldn't forget anything. She buried her fear and drew herself on her feet. She wanted to deny it. But Elizabeth was nice to her now. She didn't want to think about the past. She sounded excited hearing about
She felt pain as she opened her eyes. First, she noticed mumbles out of the door and then pain. She pushed herself on her feet and sprinted toward the mirror. She closed her eyes for a second, holding the edge of vanity to support her weight. Gradually, She opened her eyes, running her gaze over the sutures. She felt goosebumps over her arms in fear he could have killed her. She was certain after watching five sutures. She was also certain about one thing, Alessandro would make his remaining breathing worse than hell. She spun on her heels as she heard the mumbles getting louder. She walked over to the door. She wanted to check the lock. Lifting her hand, she curled her hand over the doorknob.
She was walking out on the grass, the sun was shining bright. She was wearing a designer grey cardigan and black jeans. She was loving the sun heat on her skin. She drifted her gaze around. Her guards were patrolling the area. She sat on the chair and closed her eyes, resting her head back, enjoying the sunlight over her skin. A soft smile touched her lips as she thought about her husband. He took her out, the time she spent in the park with him, his guards weren't surrounding them. But she was aware of them. Her lips curled more in a full smile. Her body jerked with fear when she felt cold metal on her neck and a rough hand gripping her by shoulder rudely. Her eyes snapped open. She saw a filthy face grinning down at
After eating her meal, she came back to her room. She didn't want to be in the same room where she had seen someone dying. She spun to Alessandro. He was in a deep talk with Kruzenski. "Ales," She softly said. Kruzenski smiled broadly and she noticed a dimple in his right cheek. Alessandro noticed her hesitation, "Yes," He asked. "I don't wanna stay in this room." She said, gulping. She lowered her gaze to avoid his harsh expression. She was expecting him to deny her. Alessandro glanced at her, "Sure, you can shift the room." Kruzenski held out his hand. She looked at her husband before linking h
She bit on her lower lip softly as she began to turn the stick in her hand to see the result. She froze when she felt a cold metal pressing against her forehead. She twirled gradually, eyes widened, heart pounding loud in her chest. Her eyes met a smirking, notorious man, she recognized him from the airport. His lower lip was bright red and swollen. She pushed herself back, the stick fell from her hand, making a soft sound. She heard the click from his gun. She swallowed in fear looking into his smirking eyes. "What should I do first? Moy angel." He smirked evilly. She lifted her knees and hit him with full force. The man groaned in pain, "Yobanaya suka!" He glared at her and pointed the gun at her head.
His arm was warming and comforting as they walked down the plane, "It's cold here," She said, watching the mist around herself. Her skin was looking more white because of the cold. He pulled her closer, "You wanna be at the cold place," He looked at her. "Yeah, but it's too much." She rubbed her hands together. His expression hardened as he saw two men walking to them in black suits, "Get in the car," He said to her, motioning at Cassio. "Ales," His dark glare shut her up. Sadness clouded her beautiful features. Without wasting a second, she twirled on her heels and trotted toward the car. She was perplexed that Cassio wasn't wearing warm clothes, still, there was no sign of coldness over his face.&nbs
The next side of her was empty as she climbed down the bed and drifted her gaze around. Her gaze stopped on the half opened door. She smiled and plucked her steps toward the washroom, gathering her hair in a bun. She brushed her teeth and grabbed the towel from the hook. She took a quick shower. Taking a glimpse of herself in the mirror, she spun to the bedroom door. She was draped into a red mini dress, and thigh shoes, the soft curls of her hair were dancing with her every move. Alessandro harbored the beast, no one wanted to face. When she pulled the door, her husband was standing on the other side of the door. Her smile couldn't hide from flashing, "Good morning," Her gleeful voice re
She was toying with her phone, staring blankly at the kitchen. Her mind was hovering over where her brother was sitting on the metal chair, his nose was bleeding. Her throat tightened. She believed that he wouldn't hurt him. Footsteps echoed in the hall. It wasn't Alessandro as he never made a noise, nor did he make noise neither his guards. She whirled her head and a broad smile appeared on her face. Drawing herself on her feet, she rushed at him and jumped in his arms. Noah caught her, wrapping her in his arms. Instantly, she pulled her face back and gazed at her brother, "Your nose looks okay." She sm
It was hard for her to adjust to her new world when she was certain she didn't want to be at this wedding. With passing time, things changed. Her likeness turned into love. His fingers dug in her skin. Breaking her thoughts, she looked at him. He pushed open the door of the bedroom. She could never bring herself to insist, to know more about his dark life. She was so pleased with his caring nature that tears appeared in her eyes. For a moment, she couldn't see him clearly. He glanced down at her and scowled, "Does it hurt?" He asked, turning his gaze to her arm. Blinking, she noticed his handsome face and blue gaze, "Do you always face danger?" She asked. He looked at her, "Ups and downs are a part of life. I don't care m