Hi everyone, I hope you are all well and good. You have all just reads Mallory's chapter and I hope you have enjoyed it. Originally, Mallory wasn't going to have a POV and I have done this as a bit of a one off due to so many requests but if you would like to see more from her, please let me know.
Neah Standing over the empty cribs in the nursery, I still wasn’t happy that the twins would be sleeping in here tonight. Though I knew it was in their best interests, it still hurt. “I thought I would find you here.” Damiens deep voice echoes around me, making the room feel emptier than what it i
Grabbing my jaw with one of his hands, he keeps my face tipped towards his as his other hand slips beneath the surface of the water, diving to that sweet spot between my thighs. “Dane.” I whisper as he drags a finger across my folds, igniting the dull ache in my core. The corners of his lips curl
Neah The twins didn’t wake up once. Not one single time. It was a good thing, I should be happy, but a part of me had hoped that their first night in their own room wouldn’t be so perfect. And while they slept, Dane made up for the lack of time we had been alone since their arrival. So much so, th
“Her miserable life ended when he killed her. And maybe that was one good thing that came out of their marriage.” Her shoulders drop and her hands shake as she fills her cup with tea. “I certainly wasn’t.” It takes me a second to realise what she is telling me. “You... you were a product of rape?”
Mallory Neah hasn’t said anything for about five minutes. Her silence makes me more nervous than when she is talking. I pour myself another cup of tea and slowly take a biscuit from the plate. No sudden movements, that was my best bet. Or maybe she didn’t believe a single word I said. I really hop
“She’s giving me a chance to prove myself.” I shrug my shoulders. “It’s all I can ask for.” Damien and Dorothy stay for a little while. It was funny to see how far he had come from the beast I had first met. Never in a million years did I think we would end up in a life like this. And there was no
Blair “You want to have another person help me?” I seethe, throwing more wine back my throat. Jenson stares at me with his dark eyes. He still hadn't grasped on to the fact that besides him, no one else worked for or with me. “Neah hates her. You saw it yourself when Mallory jumped down from that