Heather is finally living the time of her life. She has always been a badass. And Mihir knew this before he got married to her. Her financial status was the only thing holding her back from achieving everything she finally wanted. He was the only one who brought her down to her knees. After catching him in a compromising situation with her best friend, she threatens him with a divorce and he finally agrees. She knows Mihir wants her back. She swears she would never go back there. One phone call from him is all it takes to bring her back crying to him. But what does he want from her? More torture? Or he doesn’t just know how to beg her to come back? It's up to her to decide what she wants to do with him.
View MoreMy reputation is at stake as Mihir and I go through what I’m supposed to tell the press. The home phones have been blowing up, ringing nonstop. I’ve asked MaryAnne to disconnect all the wires. He gives me all the details, somewhat disinterested in whatever I’m going to say there. The press needs to know that I’m coming back to stay with my husband while we plan our perfect wedding for the second time.His hands are locked in mine as we both stare at the journalist.“It feels so good watching both of you come back together,” she says, beaming. “Is there a reason why both of you separated in the first place?”Mihir squeezes my hand, making me talk at once. “All couples need space. We thought that was what we needed. We just didn’t know that we would need space to the extent of actually getting a divorce. We probably got back to our senses and got back together.”Mihir nods his head in approval. One wrong move, and I could get my first night in the basement since I got back.The journa
Mihir doesn’t come home until 2am. He purposely did it.“Oh, you waited,” he says.“Is this all part of your tiny punishment?” I say. “Try harder, Mihir.”He raises an eyebrow. “The least you could do is be grateful. I literally saved you from going to jail. Self-defense won’t help you. She didn’t have a weapon.”Just then, it hit me.“You hired them, didn’t you?” I ask and he smirks. “Was the whole accident scripted too? Is she really in the hospital or is she having her vacation in Ibiza?”“I thought you knew me well, Heather. Why would I waste my time and money to see you cry? Luck was just on my side.”My palms are balled into fists at my sides. He looks at them and frowns.My knees ache. I’ve been kneeling down for the past seven hours.“Who asked you to kneel down, Heather? I thought you'd gotten rid of everything I thought of you.”He takes a chair out from the arrangement at the corner of the room. He makes me sit while he crouches down to my level.He touches my collar bones.
My knees give away immediately. The sight of blood almost makes me gag, but nothing is going to come out of my throat. I curve into a ball, with my knees beneath my chin.What did I just do?The blood continues streaming down the tarred road, painting the ground in red.I feel Mihir squat down to my level. He touches my hair, taking it away from my face. I flinch from the feel of his hands. I’m no longer on the road. I’m in the basement. The dark basement where Mihir punishes me.“You see what you’ve done?” he asks.“I’m sorry,” I say continuously. He touches my hair.“Look at you. It feels so good to see you on your knees after a while. Now, get up.”I stand up immediately and I’m back on the road. A small crowd has started forming.“Do you need help to sort it out?”I feel helpless. I know I shouldn’t be accepting any help from him. But I do. Because I’m helpless. Lord knows what he’s going to tell the police. They would arrest me. He has the money to do so. Talon and I would never
I close my eyes as I answer the call.“Where are you?” he asks. No hello.“It's only been thirty minutes since Mary Anne called. I’ll be there when I need to be.”“Change of plans,” he says. “Meet me at Cons Cafe.”“Asking me to meet you at your own cafe,” I say, with my voice laced with sarcasm. “What’s the catch?”“Be there in twenty minutes.”I realize I’m holding my breath by the time he hangs up. He never lets me hang up first anyway.“Who was it, Heather?” Talon asks.I totally forgot that he was standing in the kitchen with me. My fingers start drumming on the counter on their own accord. “Mihir called this morning. You were asleep.” Talon stiffens at the sound of his name. “He wants to blackmail me with the money I owe him.”He chuckles a bit. “You’ve saved that much. Slap it in his face whenever you see him.”“That’s the issue. He wants to meet me now. At his cafe.”“Then go. I would’ve come, but you know we’ll cut each other’s necks off. Just go.”I have a bad feeling about
My head hurt by the time I got up. Talon’s hands were wrapped around my waist. If he wasn’t sleeping, I would have totally freaked out. I tossed and turned all night. Coupled with the fact that the bed was tiny. This wasn’t the luxury I was used to. But I was getting a hang of it. I promise. It's only a temporary fix and I’ve been incredibly lucky that Talon agreed to share his tiny apartment with me. What would I do without him? Putting up with the cramped conditions is the small price I have to pay to feel the familiarity of a good friend. A divorce is never easy when you’re divorcing a billionaire. Things tend to take longer than a normal couple’s divorce. It all made my head spin when we were going through the process. Managing my single life, staying knowledgeable in my small company’s finances and trying to be a good friend to Talon was enough to make anyone’s head ache.Thankfully, Mihir- my husband had finally signed the papers. Even if it all came too easy, I don’t mind. At
My head hurt by the time I got up. Talon’s hands were wrapped around my waist. If he wasn’t sleeping, I would have totally freaked out. I tossed and turned all night. Coupled with the fact that the bed was tiny. This wasn’t the luxury I was used to. But I was getting a hang of it. I promise. It's only a temporary fix and I’ve been incredibly lucky that Talon agreed to share his tiny apartment with me. What would I do without him? Putting up with the cramped conditions is the small price I have to pay to feel the familiarity of a good friend. A divorce is never easy when you’re divorcing a billionaire. Things tend to take longer than a normal couple’s divorce. It all made my head spin when we were going through the process. Managing my single life, staying knowledgeable in my small company’s finances and trying to be a good friend to Talon was enough to make anyone’s head ache.Thankfully, Mihir- my husband had finally signed the papers. Even if it all came too easy, I don’t mind. At...
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