Rage roared through his veins. Anger had colored his face scarlet. His bloodshot eyes looked demonic enough to freeze someone to death. Chest heaving up and down with every drag of breath threatened to tear through the shirt. His ragged and loud breathing sounded more like a warning of destruction. The man of 6 “4” mirrored Devil ready to unleash his wrath on the world.
What happened a minute ago had jolted something inside him. Something devilish. Something that should have been left untouched.While driving, his mind kept drifting away to the venom that Ashley had spewed at his face a few minutes ago.It’s a shame that despite having so many riches you lack basic manners. Did your mother teach you nothing?
He tried not to lose his temper. He genuinely did. He kept his cool, even when she brought his mother into it. But the last thread of his control ripped apart when she draggedA frown adorned Gabby’s face when his word traveled to her ears. “Michael?” she repeated his name confirming if she heard right. “No, he is not my lover. We just fuck sometimes. That’s it. The only thing he loves is money, ” she clarified with pleading eyes. Her statement piqued Daniel’s interest. He pressed it further. “Not even his wife?” he asked in a low pitch while tracing his finger across her shoulder. Lust began fogging her mind once again as she bit her lower lip and closed her eyes in utter bliss. Daniel knew the effect he was having on her and so was using it to gain some information. He waited impatiently for her to answer. “No. He doesn’t love her. His only love is money. He won’t even hesitate from selling his own wife for a bunch of cash,” she breathed out. Her nude body squirming under his touch.It would be a lie to say that her reply didn’t stun him. Michael is a gr
“This too shall pass,” her screen saver read every time her phone lit up. Isn’t it strange? Deriving motivation from an assemblage of words by a stranger. Words. If used carelessly, they can cut deeper than a knife and cause irrevocable damages. Wars have been waged, people have been maimed in history just because of some wrong words said at the wrong time. But on the flip side, these words are also capable of healing people. Breeding hope. Reinstating belief.Ashley knew the importance of words. Life had taught her a lot and this one happened to be one of her lessons. She knew what words she had to use in front of Michael to keep him from beating her. Can’t say, it helped every time. That is why she knew she had messed up big time with Daniel. Her words had an instant effect on him. His eyes reflected it all. The storm brewing inside him. At that moment, she feared no one more than the man standing before her. The air around him
All color drained her face as she watched him locking the door. “Wha...What are you doing?” she stuttered while motioning towards the lock. “Can’t you see? I am locking the door so that no one will disturb us,” he answered coolly before turning around. Daniel crossed his arms over his chest as his gaze ran over her body once again.His unexpected response had turned her white as a sheet. “What do you mean? Where is Michael?” she asked him nervously. Her eyes were darting between him and the door. He didn’t respond this time. His eyes were on her face. Daniel seemed to be lost in a trance.“Answer,” she shrieked, snapping him out of his trance. Tears pricked her eyes. Her heart missed a beat when his lips curled up in a sinister smile. Instead of answering her, he took predatory steps towards her. “You’ll find out very soon what I mean, princess,” his eyes darkened. “Don’t
Ashley averted her gaze to the door for a second. Before she could make a break for it, a callous hand came wrapped around her wrist.“Give it to me,” Daniel demanded while keeping her from moving.“Leave me,” she thrashed. In his forceful embrace. “Ashley, don’t be silly. Give it to me,” he made use of his alpha tone.“Leave me you bastard,” she screamed at the top of her lungs while thrashing violently. A deep cut torethrough Daniel’s forearm. He grunted but didn’t let go. After applying enough pressure on her wrist, the knife dropped down.However, the woman was far from giving up. She continued wiggling and yelling in his hold. It felt as if she was undergoing a panic attack. He tried to calm her down but Ashley seemed too lost to hear him.Frustratingly, he spun the shower on. Coldwater came pouring down on them, drenching every inch of their body. Dani
DanielHer eyes flipped at him with confusion but soon morphed into understanding. “I want the truth, Ashley,” he told her while clasping his hands together.Daniel saw her losing herself in introspection. Maybe, going over her feelings for him. Mentioning feelings and him in one sentence left a bitter taste in his mouth. The urge to rip Michael’s body limb by limb increased tenfold. His hands were itching to give him a taste of his own medicine. And he was going to do just that.After taking a few minutes, she finally shook her head in no. Without him knowing, Daniel’s lips curled up in a heartfelt smile. He felt as if a boulder had been lifted off his chest. He felt certain clouds of darkness scattering away. He felt relieved. Ashley looked scared but not unsure. Maybe this was the first time she had acknowledged her feelings.Daniel was sure though. It felt good. So fucking good. But right now was not the time to do a h
He didn’t ask Mrs. Fitzgerald for further details because he knew if he did he wouldn’t be able to control himself from killing Michael that instant. Daniel plopped on the couch while gesturing to her to do the same."Will she come out?" Daniel asked Mrs. Fitzgerald who appeared to be lost in her own thoughts. However, his voice managed to reach her ears as she replied promptly while nodding, “She will.”“Thank you for coming on such short notice. But if you want to leave you can. I’ll tell my driver to drive you back to your place,” Daniel offered politely.“Well, as much as I want to. I don’t think it would be a good idea to leave her like this,” Mrs. Fitzgerald protested.Daniel didn’t disapprove of her point. In fact, he felt relieved as he knew how much Ashley needed support at this moment. Mrs. Fitzgerald was a kind woman who had persuaded her to speak up and report her husband to the police.
The officer led him through a half-lit hallway. The sound of shoutings became louder as they neared the cell built at the other end of the hallway.“You can’t do this. Let me out this instant,” Daniel heard a very familiar voice bouncing off the walls. “I haven’t done anything” Michael’s desperate voice felt like music to Daniel’s ear. But at the same time, it stoked up his already burning rage. How much he had come to hate this voice and the owner of it.Michael’s hands were tightly clinging to the cell’s bar. It was a sight to watch.Michael’s eyes widened in surprise when he saw Daniel walking out of the shadow and to him. He pushed himself further into the door while keeping his eyes on Daniel. “Sir? Thank god Sir you are here,” Michael’s tensed form visibly relaxed at the sight of Daniel. “Please tell them to get me out of here, sir. They have brought me here under false cha
"Pregnant?" that's all he managed to utter in his state of disbelief.His palpitating heart stopped working for a moment. A sharp pain arose in the center of his chest. The news shouldn't have affected him at all but somehow it managed to rip his heart into pieces. Into tiny little pieces. He couldn't fathom how to take this piece of information. Should he smile? Should he express his genuine feelings? Or should he just let it go?"Mr. Smith?" a feminine voice broke him away from his thoughts.He peeled his gaze off Ashley and latched it back on Mrs. Fitzgerald. The woman was staring at him with a concerned expression. Maybe the condition of his heart was reflecting across his face. Maybe this time he failed to conceal his feelings. But did he care? No. It was least of his concern right now when his heart was suffering yet another blow.But why was he feeling like this? Why the news of her pregnancy managed to induce fear in him. Fear of what? Losing a part of hi