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 MoreMihir’s eyes was filled with fury as he stepped into the greenhouse, his imposing presence filling the dimly lit space like a storm brewing on the horizon. The scent of damp earth and fresh foliage did little to calm the tension that was in the air.Heather felt her breath hitch as she instinctively stepped back, her heart hammering against her ribs. The moment she saw Mihir’s rigid posture, the way his hands clenched into fists at his sides, she knew she was in more trouble than she had ever imagined.Talon, ever protective, shifted in front of her, shielding her from Mihir’s piercing gaze. It was a small gesture, but it made her feel momentarily safe—until Mihir’s voice sliced through the silence like a blade.“Explain,” he demanded, his voice low but brimming with menace. “Why are you here? Why are you meeting him?”Heather opened her mouth, but the words stuck in her throat like thorns. Her mind raced, scrambling for an excuse, but every possible answer sounded weak and implausibl
Heather held the balcony with trembling fingers. The words on the paper felt like a cold whisper in her ear:"Be careful who you accept as true. He is much more aware than you suspect."Her mind raced as she reread it. Who had sent it? Did they mean Mihir? Was someone looking at her? The mansion felt extra like a prison with each passing second. She looked across the room, checking the shadows for motion, her heart thudding like a drum. She felt shiver run down her spine as she stared around. She didn't know who to suspect or any hint of who had sent the message. MaryAnne had left in advance to deliver the message to Talon. Heather hoped and prayed her loyal maid might be careful. If Mihir found out, there could be no mercy. Mihir would make sure he punished her for disobeying him and getting to Talon without his notices. She hoped MaryAnne would act fast and get to Talon without Mihir noticing. She was already scared of Mihir as it is. She didn't want him to do more harm to her mor
Heather’s heart raced as she sat at the edge of the massive bed, gazing at the ornate chandelier above. The silence within the room changed into deafening, broken most effectively by way of the faint ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner. She rubbed her fingers collectively nervously, her mind whirling with the results of her selection. Lying approximately the infant’s paternity turned into a determined move, but what preference did she have? Telling Mihir the truth would only tighten the chains that already assure her to him.The door creaked open, and Mihir’s implementing determination crammed the doorway. His sharp health was immaculate, his dark eyes glare at her like daggers. Heather compelled herself to remain calm as he walked in, his presence sucking the air out of the room. He closed the door behind him with an eerie gentleness that made her belly churn.“We need to speak,” he stated, his voice low and deliberate.Heather nodded but however remained silent, knowing c
Mihir drives into Talon's garage in rage and alighted. He walked towards the big front door and banged it as hard as he could. Mihir felt the urge to kick the door and break it to shreds, but he kept his cool. Talon, who was sulking in the living room, heard the banging of the door and grumbled before going to open it. He didn't peek through the keyhole to know who was there as he just opened the door. The first blow landed on his stomach, and he staggered backward in pain. He raised his head after the pain decreased and stared at the man who was staring at him with ice-cold eyes."What the hell man," he muttered under his breath.Mihir walks into the room and clicks his tongue in disgust, staring at the cramped apartment.His study was times three of what Talon called a sitting room. With the worn-out couches roughly placed by the corner. There was an old black and white TV stationed on the left side of the room, which was covered with a shawl. Probably because the TV was worn out a
Heather POV I swallowed hard as I tried to gather all the air I could gasp before his hand grabbed my neck aggressively again."I will ask you again. Who is the father of the child?" he asked when I didn't give him a reply."Mihir, please..." I tried to speak as I tried to gather my thoughts.How was I going to tell him he was the father of the baby? As far as he knows, he hadn't been intimate with me since our marriage. How was I supposed to tell him he was drunk that night when he forced himself on me? Would he believe that? "Speak. How long have you been having an affair with your friend? We got separated for just two months, and you already got pregnant for someone else?" he slammed me against the wall, and I winced in pain."Mihir. You're hurting me," I groaned in agony.I felt his hand press harder on my neck. It was as if he wanted to remove all the air I was trying to suck in."And you'll get even more hurt if you don't tell me who the father of this child is?" he threatened
My 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...
Welcome to GoodNovel world of fiction. If you like this novel, or you are an idealist hoping to explore a perfect world, and also want to become an original novel author online to increase income, you can join our family to read or create various types of books, such as romance novel, epic reading, werewolf novel, fantasy novel, history novel and so on. If you are a reader, high quality novels can be selected here. If you are an author, you can obtain more inspiration from others to create more brilliant works, what's more, your works on our platform will catch more attention and win more admiration from readers.
Comments