Roxanne seems to have the perfect life. Fairytale romance, doting family, a passion for the violin. The only imperfect areas of her life, like her elder brother's best friend, Florian, with whom she had shared her first kiss years ago, is carefully tucked away and paid no attention. That is until after she receives a call from an unknown number the night before her wedding. Damien, her fiance was supposedly taking some time with his friends at a country house, but after the caller prompted her to check the exclusive strip club in downtown California, Roxanne's blood runs cold. She drives all the way there, and to her greatest disappointment and heartbreak, her fears are confirmed, as the first sight to greet was her fiance and three other women all bent over. The sight is nauseating, and she could barely make her way out of the club when suddenly, Billionaire heir and her brother's best friend, Florian, appears out of nowhere. He offers to take her home, but during the drive, Roxanne changes her mind. The last thing she wants is to go home right now. The first thing on her mind was revenge, and she had the perfect person driving her. She would allow herself to use him for that one night, but was she really using him?
View MoreMy world crashed and burned right in front of my very eyes. I leaned to Florian, my mind knowing exactly what had happened. He was gone. The bullet of my betrayal still embedded in his chest, the tears that I put in his eyes forever there.But my heart... my heart refused to believe me. We shared a kiss in bed just hours ago. He lay hid head on my lap and laughed like the entire world was beautiful. He told me that he loved me. That he always wanted to lay on my lap.I doubt this was how he wanted it to be. I doubt he wanted to be on my lap, dead. I doubt he wanted to see me cry."Florian?"There was no answer. The night was quiet, like even the world knew I had lost my heart. Not just a piece. Now, just a part of me. Roxanne, as I knew her, was dead with Florian. "We were going for dinner, remember?""Miss?" One of the doctors said, and I looked up, shaking my head. "Shhh, Florian hates noise. He also hates my tears, so why is he letting me cry?"I looked down at him. He looked
I gasped, my breaths stopping in my throat, my eyes flying open. Florian was still standing in front of me, his hand wrapped around the gun, his eyes wide. I almost didn't want to look down. Hell, I hated that it felt almost compulsive for me to look down.My chest heaved, and I felt my heart strings pull farther than I ever expected. I could feel the sticky wetness on my face. I could feel it on my hands, but hell, I hoped something had spat on me, and it wasn't what I was thinking.I slowly looked down, and I gave a small yelp, my eyes immediately filling with tears. I shot Florian. I really did shoot him.I slowly looked back up, and he was still watching me, his eyes darting across both of mine."Florian," I managed to say, taking a step even further. As if that was all he needed, his hands let go of the gun, and he fell to the floor at my feet."Florian!" I screamed, my hands immediately letting go of the gun too.I went on my knees, my hands cupping his face, the blood stains
Florian turned fully to me, and I grabbed the gun tight, my lips parting, my vision blur through the tears. He said nothing for a while, his eyes examining mine.I finally tore my gaze off him, only to see that the men were still around my mother. They indeed seemed to be doctors, and I put it all together. Florian was using medical knowledge and expertise to disable my mother, the same way he had done to Ronan. It is why Ronan seemed to be locked in his own body, rightfully unable to ever force himself on a girl or kill her.It was a befitting punishment. My mind agreed that it was. But my heart had me drawing a gun on the man I love, and I hate that I couldn't fight against it."Stop," I said again, my breath shaky. "I will pull the trigger on her myself."Florian gave a small laugh, while the other men just continued what they were doing, like I wasn't even talking."I said stop!"In a flash, Florian was in front of my eyes, my gun forcing a dent right on his heart."They only list
My mother's blood curling scream filled the entire rooftop, and I felt almost like throwing up. I turned, and she was on the floor, blood oozing out of her right leg, her hands grabbing unto it as she screamed profanities in pain. For a moment, I felt stuck. I watched her, wiggling around, the blood splattering everywhere, her screams and tears so evident that I felt goosebumps spread on my body. I was right. My dad had gotten the more merciful one."I will kill you!" She kept screaming, her eyes wide, but hell, she could even barely stand anymore.I slowly turned to Florian, my eyes wide. He was not even looking at her anymore. His eyes were watching me keenly, and I could see his suspicions of me growing in his eyes.Gently, he wiped off the blood that was on the edge of my lip, his brows slightly furrowing."Are you okay?"Physically. Maybe. Up there in my head? Not quite. Everything I had known about Florian had been more on the passive side. Phone calls, videos, and him saying
My lips parted as I saw fear grip my mother. Her eyes widened, and she turned to me. I was obviously her very last hope. Lord only knows what had happened to Ronan down there.I started to work to free myself, and she made her way to me, her eye bloodshot."Tell him to stop!" Her voice was a loud shriek now, and I honestly started too fear for my life too."Why?" I asked, despite the turbulence in my mind. "Ronan did all of those dirty things to Florian's cousin! Why in hell's name would I tell him to stop?"She slapped my cheek hard, causing my face to swerve to the right, blood dripping from a cut on my lip."I will fucking kill you!"She pushed me hard, and I hit the floor, my head hitting the ground. I gave a small yelp as everything blurred in front of me, and my vision turned hazy. I closed my eyes in an attempt to pull myself together, but it wasn't working.A curse left my lips, and I continued to struggle against the ropes, working my hardest to free my hands.I looked up, a
She let her eyes take me in, her gaze mocking, the smile playing on her lips lacking any real humour. "You really made yourself the slut I thought you would be, didn't you?"I blinked, something snapping inside of me. I had absolutely no reason to be respectful to this evil of a woman. She was the real reason Ronan turned out to be the bastard he is. The murderer he is. Because she is the exact same. All of her fake sicknesses, all of her fake attempts at playing the victim... it was all nothing but a sham.I straightened, my eyes drying up, my brow raising. "I don't think it worked awfully well, Ronan."His brows furrowed, but before he could understand what I was talking about, I drew the gun, resting it right on the forehead of the woman who had birthed me.I could see her surprise, and she broke into a laugh, her chest heaving lightly."You have grown, Roxanne."I gave a small smile. "What were you expecting? I am your daughter. You don't expect that I wouldn't grow up to be a fi
I sat alone in bed as Florian took another shower in preparation for our dinner plans. I believed he simply did not want to have to confront me right now, and to be honest, it was for the best. I would be lying if I said I did not need a bit of time to recover from the scare. The sound of the shower suddenly stopped, and he slowly walked out, wearing a towel loosely around his waist, his hair falling in front of his face and dripping water. It was crazy to think that someone who looked like a literal dream could have such vivid, real monsters."Hey," I said, sitting up on the bed, my eyes watching him. He turned to me, and a small smile lit up his features. I stretched my hand out in an attempt to reach out to him, my eyes holding his. He took me in for a long moment, his hesitation evident, before he finally walked to me. I watched as his body lowered to me, and he let me embrace him hard, hoping to God and the heavens that he would feel the fix I hoped to give him."Is this you
When he told me there were two guns in there, I would be lying if I said I didn't think he was using it for something else. Some of those thoughts did bother on him, eventually losing control. But hell, I never thought that he would prepare a gun for me to use on him. In case it ever happens, I didn't think he would keep a weapon for me.A single tear dropped down my left cheek, my lips parting as I tried to rationalise it all. How could he even think that I would stay right here, there, wherever and point a gun at him?What the fuck did he even mean by losing control?He covered the distance, his eyes blank. I knew what that meant. He had pushed his emotions away to tend to my own first. And hell, it made me feel even more guilty that he believed I could kill him."Have you still not forgiven me for crying the other day?"He wiped my tears away and stepped back, his eyes thin. "You explained why, and I accepted it. What does this have to do with anything?"I swallowed hard, meeting
The next few hours were a blur of scattered emotions, clothes, caresses, kisses, and a shower that was less water and more of everything else. I lay in bed, my hair slightly damp, my eyes focused on the door to the bathroom where Florian was.My heart skipped a small beat as the door knob opened, and he walked out, his phone in his hand. I knew he had been taking a call in there, and I appreciated that despite me knowing how this would end, he was still so keen on protecting my feelings while he prepared for the eventual end.His hair was damp and pulled back to the nape of his neck, his eyes slightly thin as he walked to the dresser. He was wearing nothing but a towel dangerously low on his waist, his body on show like he was some exhibition at an art gallery.I watched every step like he was doing a strip tease for me, my heart in my throat like I had never seen it before. Hell, like I hadn't seen all of him just moments ago.He grabbed a small towel and turned to me, then gave a sm
ROXANNE'S P.O.V.It was the first quiet time I was getting in what seemed like two weeks. Since the wedding preparations reached a peak, I have had friends, cousins, relatives over, and even at this time of the night, we would be attending to one detail or another, fixing things and making sure everything would be perfect.Now the wedding is tomorrow, and I am standing here, watching my dress, my heart feeling light. I could see everything spiral in front of me.The first time Damien had asked me out. It was seven years ago, and we were both just starting college. I didn't take him seriously because then, I had just started fixing up on myself.I had just taken off my braces and had lost the glasses and switched them for contacts. I was taking care of my skin, and I had shorter, better styled hair now. I was slowly growing into the woman I was now, and I didn't think someone who knew the chubby girl from high school would ever want me, even with the changes.He apparently did, and the...
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