Dear Gentle Readers, this author wrote the last scene of this chapter based on personal experience. Sometimes love does not work that way. Sometimes no matter how much we want the best friend to be the boyfriend, it simply does not work because love can not be arranged. What one may seem as easy as breathing may end up being suffocating oneself. This author hopes that you enjoy this chapter. Will see you at the next one! Stay safe.
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Katherine Bennet’s POV
DARK DECEPTION Copyright © Agatha Rose All Rights Reserved. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ The "TBNB" Series by Agatha Rose Young / New Adult : 1. The Bad Nerd Boy - Season 1, 2, 3 2. Asian Potterhead and the Lovestruck Bad Boy ( Hunter Jones & Mey Wang ) 3. The Blonde That Got Away ( Luke & Shanelle Bernucci ) 4. To Blackmail Flynn Ascott ( Tyler's
W I L L I A M W I N D S O R “I should not do this,” William Windsor told himself for the fifth time as he glanced at his Rolex wrapped on his wrist. This was too dangerous. Moreover, he had decided that it was time to act like a Duke and not a rascal. He should adhere to his decision and not let himself be lured back even if it was just for old time sake. Yet as he closed his eyes, he could recall the way her lover, Paris de Bourgh, had stood oh so close that the shape of her unconstrained breasts under the cling of her dress was visible for everyone's eyes. When she whispered saying that it was his for the taking, how could he refuse such temptation? It was almost a sin to turn her down. His body had responded to her enticement with all its former urgency despite common sense telling him that those memories of their entangled bodies between the sheets were best left forgotten. Sti
C H A P T E R 1 : T H E T H I N G A B O U T O N E ' S E X K A T H E R I N E B E N N E T The most important thing Katherine Bennet had on her mind that Saturday afternoon was whether or not she wanted to go to the party that she had been invited to that night. Recalling the fact that the host was none other than Patrycia aka Paris de Bourgh's cousin, a grin of remembrance crossed on her face. Paris was her sworn nemesis for life, having tormented her in every chance she had gotten when they had grown up. Yet upon receiving a request from Jaxon, Katherine’s best friend who happened to be Paris's husband, to join the party to keep an eye on Paris, she found herself in such a predicament and not knowing what to do. "Please, Kay, you know how much I love her. I am so sorry that I am asking you for this but there is n
Mandy tilted her head to one side, looking uncertain for a moment. “Don't you know that everyone called him a ‘rake' for a reason? He is the heir of a Duke title. He is an Earl now and his father is a Marquess because his grandfather still holds the Duke title but still, everyone knows sooner or later it will be passed on.” “I am aware of that but I am not sure I understand what you mean. What does his title have anything to do with the warning you mentioned earlier?” “Well, obviously every girl wants to be the next Duchess or Marchioness or even Countess. Who would not want to become royalty and marry British royalty? So ultimately everyone tries to date him. But he is not a one-girl-forever type of guy. He is the traveling type, never staying with one girl for long. One could even say that he is such a sailor in a way that he will stop in many docks but he will never stick for a long time. A few weeks at most
C H A P T E R 3 : T H E T H I N G A B O U T B R E A K U P A N D O L D W O U N D K A T H E R I N E B E N N E T It had been around eight when Katherine was ready to leave for the house party. She had packed her clothes in a small leather bag and brought them down with her to her car. In no less than twenty minutes, she had arrived in Patrycia's place and was being led to the living room where some of the attendees were already there including none other than Paris de Bourgh. On the surface, Paris de Bourgh was brimming with extravagant charm, the very picture of the lovely young wife of a successful man. However having known her throughout university days, Katherine could see that her posture was far too rigid and the hands in her lap were clenched rather than folded. It made her wonder if perhaps Paris was not happy with her m
Katherine Bennet’s POV
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Kate stared at her phone with a frown. She had been trying to call William but it went straight to voicemail. She dropped a message to Harry, his personal assistant, and Harry informed her that William was in a meeting with a potential partner. So in the end, she left him a voicemail, informing him that she was on her way to the airport and would fly to Washington D.C. as her mother was injured. “I’ll call you once I land, okay?” She ended the call and held her phone tightly on her lap. She turned to her right and noticed that Jaxon had been watching her this whole time as the car was stopping at the traffic light. “Thank you for taking me to the airport.” Jaxon shook his head. “I’m coming with you.” He shifted his gaze back to the front as the car started to move. “You don’t have to. It’s fine,” Kate reassured him. “No, it is fine.” One of his hands left the steering wheel and held hers. “I am here for you, Katherine.” She looked down at his hand holding hers before casually
“I said I do not,” William replied with a sigh then tossed his phone on the couch. “Where were you, Kate? I have been losing my mind when I could not reach you.” Instead of getting an answer, he was left alone as she walked into their bedroom. With a frown on his forehead, he followed her inside and watched her strip her clothes off before disappearing into the bathroom. Something was not right. He could feel that something had happened today but his mind could not think of what possibly could happen that would cause so much stress on Kate. He decided that it could wait, all that mattered right now was her. William opened the cupboard and grabbed a towel then knocked on the bathroom door. “Kate, may I come in?” When there was no reply, he added, “I will take it as negative confirmation and proceed if you remain in silence.” He counted to ten before turning the knob and walking inside. He found Kate inside the bathtub her knees were folded. Her arms were hugging her legs while she re
C H A P T E R 4 5 : T H E L I E S A N D T H E L O V E W I L L I A M W I N D S O R “Kate?” William called for her as soon as he stepped out of the lift and into his dark apartment. With the help of the flashlight from his phone, he guided his way to the lamp switch
Kate rushed to the door the second she heard the doorbell ringing. Opening the door, she sighed a relief once she saw Jaxon’s face. Without giving much thought, she threw her arms around him. She felt his lips brushing the top of her head, planting a small kiss, and her body froze as she realized what she was doing and took a step back. “What happened?” He asked, his voice tight with worries. “I got this in the mail,” she said, pointing at the white box on the counter. Jaxon moved to the counter and took the lid off. He grabbed the note off the dead bird and frowned. “You will end up like that unless you leave,” he read the note and his frown deepened before he glanced at Kate who was now sitting on the couch, hugging her knees. “Do you know what this could be referring to?” She shook her head, her stomach churning and she felt like she might puke anytime soon. The stench from the blood was still there no matter how many times she had rubbed her nose with fragrant oil. She supposed
Three days later, they had already gone back to New York City and in all honesty, Kate could not be more relieved. London had been fun but the last two days she had been there, she had felt as if someone had been watching her every move and it was not a nice feeling. So when they had landed last night, she had felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Both of them had been exhausted when they walked into William’s apartment. She dragged herself to the bathroom to quickly wash up then took one of the extra-large T-shirts from the drawer. Once she had put it on, she walked out of the bedroom just in time as William walked in. “Where are you going?” he looked rather confused. “To the guest room,” she answered, followed by a yawn. He caught her arm, his thumb rubbing against her shirt. “Why don’t you just sleep here with me?” Kate stifled a yawn and failed miserably. “Because I still remember what you told me ages ago, William. You can not sleep unless you sleep
“But I’m his wife,” Kate told for the third time as she watched Cordelia cross her leg and sip her tea. “I believe you have mistaken my husband for someone else.” “What was your name? Cat?” Cordelia placed her half-full cup of tea back on its saucer and then leaned back on the couch. “Katherine,” Kate corrected. “Well, let me tell you something, Katherine.” The older woman leaned forward, her eyes were sharp. “William is not married. You can call yourself his wife all you want but legally, you are nothing but his mistress while I am is his fiancé and we are going to be married in three months’ time.” She collected her purse and rose to her feet. “If you have any dignity left, you should call it off, break things up with him. No one likes a homewrecker.” Then without waiting for Kate to respond, she strode her way to the front door and left. Kate continued to stare at the door even long after Cordelia had gone. She then glanced down at the cup and its saucer, the very evidence t