Delicate, blonde haired Omega Sarah has met her father's associates in the past, but the gorgeous, Dark skinned Italian-born Lorenzo leaves sarah speechless. Eighteen months into their marriage a lot has happened, however Lorenzo has turned to ice. Desperate to escape a relationship that has proven to be as stubbornly passionate as it is cold and hateful,Sarah summons up the courage to ask for a divorce. But before Lorenzo will grant her request, he demands something from Sarah which is an alpha son. The stalemate sickens her. Never mind that Lorenzo has yet to introduce Sarah to the large family that means so much to him. Sarah also one day overhears her husband on the phone with a mystery woman. Most damning is that Sarah senses in Lorenzo treatment to her the behind-the-scenes machinations of John Malik,Sarah’s cruel father. From the depths of her anxiety,Sarah must seek an empowering truth about the husband who calls her, with such cold affection, his cara, his beloved.
더 보기"Yes...that damned girl can't do anything right, can she?" her father suddenly grated, and Sarah’s head came up when she realized that they were talking about her. What on earth did..? "The one thing you'd expect an omega to be able to do and she botched even that." Oh God! Sarah finally understood what they had been referring to in such dry terms and she nearly doubled over in pain. "No one was to blame for what happened," Lorenzo shocked her by saying, but not for one second Sarah could believe that he actually meant it. "It was just one of those things." Lorenzo said after a pause. "Regardless," her father dismissed. "Sire an alpha on the brat and be done with it. Surely the task shouldn't be too difficult for a strapping young alpha like you? After that, you're most welcome to obtain your divorce and live happily ever after with Martina , that alpha woman of yours. 'The love of your life, that's what the press once called Sarah , right?" Martina? Sarah didn't
Making a drink, Lorenzo walked to their bedroom, meticulously appointed by the designer, but hardly welcoming, despite Sarah’s obvious efforts to introduce some color and soft fabrics. Everything sparkling clean. Did she spend her days dusting and vacuuming? Scrubbing? One of the corners had been converted to a makeshift office, and she studied the small laptop on the table by the window, the files neatly stacked beside it. Lorenzo reached out to open one before allowing his hand to fall away,he was about to turn back, before he noticed a page peeking from between the laptop, this time he couldn't help himself and took it out, it had Sarah’s elegant cursive handwriting, and another writing a messy scrawl caught his attention, and then the words written their, and his breath caught his throat when he read those scribbled notes.. "DIVORCE PETITION." "irreconcilable differences," "lack of communication," "emotional neglect." He frantically looks through the drawers and fin
The air at breakfast the following morning was still thick with tension. The unobtrusive staff had set out the usual Sunday morning breakfast buffet on the sunny patio next to the pool before disappearing into the woodwork. Lorenzo didn't like distractions on Sunday mornings, so he preferred not to see the staff, and usually, even though he insisted Sarah have all meals with him for appearances' sake, he ignored Sarah in favor of his Sunday Times. That morning, despite his usual barrier of the newspaper up between him and the rest of the world-meaning Sarah —she could all but feel Lorenzo’s fury. After an unbearably tense half hour, Lorenzo balled the paper up between his fists and tossed it aside before glaring at Sarah across the glass table. "I want to know exactly where you were yesterday Sarah ," he demanded. "Why do you even care?" Sarah asked tiredly. "You've certainly disappeared without explanation enough times for the both of us." "We're not talking about me
Sarah clenched her fists and curled into a ball, trying not to think of the tantalizing naked male flesh lying next to her , she knew Lorenzo was awake, she could tell from the rhythm of his breathing, and obviously he knew Sarah was awake also, because the omega was way too tense to be asleep. "Just go to sleep for God's sake." Lorenzo’s impatient voice suddenly rang out in the darkness. "I said I wouldn't touch you and I won't...so you can relax!" She tensed even more at the sound of his voice, and Lorenzo swore softly. "If you can't sleep, I have the perfect solution for your insomnia," Lorenzo murmured suggestively, leaving Sarah in no doubt as to what his "solution." was. "You're not helping matters," Sarah gritted through clenched teeth. "Well, if neither of us can sleep..." "We haven't been in bed long enough to fall asleep...just hush!" Sarah interrupted and hissed. "You know you're being ridiculous, right?" Lorenzo murmured in his most patronizingly logical vo
Lorenzo’s eyes were still locked with hers and she felt the sudden change in Lorenzo’s breathing and his heart rate. He leaned even closer, his mouth nearly touching Sarah’s lips their breath mingled and came in jagged gasps. If Sarah moved her head, just a fraction of an inch, their lips would touch, she couldn't resist and she tensed herself to do just that, when Lorenzo swore under his breath and stepped away from her. Sarah blinked and felt like someone coming out of a trance. "Just go to bed." Lorenzo put his hand in the small of his back and gave her a gentle push toward the bed. "I'm not going to have..." Sarah began to protest. "I know. I'm not exactly in the right frame of mind for it either." He prodded her again. "You won't touch me?" "Not unless you want me to." He shrugged as if he didn't care either way. "I don't want you to," Sarah asserted firmly. "Then you have nothing to worry about." Lorenzo turned away from her and stripped off his casual shirt,
"Sarah! Open the damned door!" Lorenzo angrily thumped on the wooden door again, and this time it was loud enough to make Sarah jump up and hurriedly unlock and open the door, for fear that the alpha would wake the live-in housekeeper. Despite the fact that his voice had been only a grim whisper through the wooden door ,Sarah was in no doubt that her husband was absolutely livid. Sarah stood staring up at Lorenzo in the dim light and was surprised by the flash of hot fury on his face, which was so quickly masked beneath the more familiar mask of icy indifference, that Sarah wasn't sure if she had imagined the emotion. "What are you doing here?" Lorenzo asked stiffly. "I've decided to move into this room," Sarah informed him, not quite succeeding in keeping the anxiety from her voice, and Lorenzo’s jaw clenched. Sarah had not anticipated having this conversation until morning. Lorenzo was full of surprises today. Sarah had known that he would be upset about her moving out
More words? Sarah didn't know how to respond and so chose not to say anything, she felt Lorenzo swallowing before she gingerly released her wrists and stepped away from him. Sarah made a show of rubbing them, even though the alpha hadn't hurt her at all. Instead the omega seemed to have inflicted most of the damage on both of them. A few of her nails were broken and her fists were bruised from the few angry punches she had managed to land against his hard body. Sarah turned around to face her husband and was shocked to see that he was bleeding. He had scratches on his hands and face, including a deep, angry-looking one on his neck. He also had bite marks on his muscled forearms, and a darkening bruise on his jaw. Lorenzo saw her eyes land on the bruise and ruefully rubbed at it. "You pack a mean punch," lorenzo said sheepishly, before looking down at Sarah’s hands and swearing softly in italian. "You've hurt yourself." She lifted one and grimaced at the bruises and bro
So she spent her day going from one cinema to the next-laughing, crying, cringing, or jumping, depending on the plot. It was the most unproductive day she had ever spent in her life and she loved it. By the time the last show of the day finished it was after midnight and she had a throbbing headache from sitting in darkness and the flickering light of the projector all day and a slightly upset stomach from a diet-soda and popcorn. As she headed back to her car, the sudden reality of her situation sank in and she started trembling. Sarah didn't know what to expect from Lorenzo . Sarah had never seen him display anything other than icy control, even in bed, but it was the first time she had ever done anything like this. She always strove to be the perfect omega and perfect spouse, always putting Lorenzo’s or her father's wishes first, and something as innocent as going to the movies without telling Lorenzo seemed beyond reckless, she doesn't even want to think about her visit to
Sarah had to stop losing her shit like this. Waving Micheal away, she fished in her purse and powered on her phone. "I'm fine. Long day, and this is ... difficult." "Of course." Micheal returned to her seat and took up her pen. "You're financially stable, then?" "I am."Sarah’s mother had seen to that she had set up an independent trust fund on Sarah’s maiden name, undermining Sarah’s father at the last. Sarah would never be rich but could live comfortably, if simply, and planned to find a job in any event. "I'll have no problem covering your fees." "Don't worry about that Sarah, we can discuss that later" Sarah nodded. "A divorce can be quite simple as long as your husband doesn't demur." Micheal said speculatively. Sarah could envision Lorenzo punching the air with glee, right before he informed Sarah’s father that Sarah had once again met all wrong expectations. Lorenzo could legally take up with one of those models he normally roamed with, without any censur
Sarah fell back onto the mattress, her body slick with perspiration and limp with pleasure. Spasms of her powerful release still violently racked her slender frame. Her husband, Lorenzo, had disentangled, detached, and distanced himself from her within seconds of their mutual orgasm and lay on his back beside her,his breathing heavy and ragged. Sarah turned on her side to lovingly trace Lorenzo’s profile with her eyes, yearning to touch and caress the smooth and slightly tanned skin, but she knew her touch would be rebuffed. Lorenzo’s words, the ones he always said after his climax, still hovered in the air between them and still, after all these months, hurt more than they should have. "Give me a son, Sarah..." With those five words, he killed the afterglow, destroyed the intimacy of the moment, and relegated the act into nothing more than a biological imperative. After eighteen months of the same,Sarah had finally accepted that it would never change. It wasn't an abrupt re...
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