XanderShe doesn’t look in the slightest bit intimidated, it still shocks me that she has a completely different demeanor to the last three years. Where has she all of a sudden got this confidence from? It unnerves me some. And I don’t exactly know how to handle her right now.Her green eyes are like slits as she narrows them taking me in. “What the hell do you think you are doing coming to my office?” Her voice is seething with anger. “And how did you get in? This is a security building, nobody can come in unless they have a badge or are invited by an employee.”I glare back at her, I’m not trying to intimidate her, I know I can be a cruel sonofabitch but I just need her to know that it’s not acceptable the picture that is on my mobile right now. “Easy, some woman let me in when she was on her way out.”Seeing her frown makes me realize she wasn’t expecting that. “That must have been my assistant, what did you say for her to let you in, Xander? Tell me now. She knows the rules, nobody
KennaMy mouth gapes open, “are you kidding me right now, Xander? You are, right? Only we are D.I.V.O.R.C.E.D. You do get that I assume?”“Don’t do this now, she is in the hospital again, you know how serious it will get for her. Apparently they are running low and need extra donations. You are the quickest and easiest option for her.”“I don’t give a damn, find someone else. Our arrangement ended when we got divorced, you know that bit of paper we both signed. You were happy to let me go, and I owe you nothing. I especially owe Violet nothing. Why would I even want to help her, after everything she just put me through and with the gala event? You must think I am stupid or insane. I wonder if I had totally lost my mind when I was married to you.”Anger laces every word, how can he expect me to go to his precious friend who he put first all of the time. This man didn’t even so much as consummate our marriage, he never once put his arms around me and I certainly never felt his lips, tho
KennaDante immediately places his hand on Xander’s arm. “Get off her now. She told you she doesn’t want to go with you. Release her. NOW.” His voice raises and is firm, I open my eyes in shock. I have never heard Dante raise his voice before. Xander’s piercing blue eyes narrow as he glares at Dante like he wants to kill him. He is losing control, I can see it the way his jaw ticks and his molars must be grinding. “She is coming with me. I need her help.”“Like hell she is. If Kenna doesn’t want to go then that is the end of it. You cannot force her, not like when you were married. You treated her badly and as for your friend or lover whatever Violet is to you, that is none of Kenna’s problem.” He now holds my hand and with the other he rubs the red mark from where Xander’s strong grip has made a mark. “Are you okay?” He asks me, his voice now more gentle. I nod, still shocked from Xander grabbing me the way he did and Dante coming to my rescue. “How long have you been here?” I ask
KennaDante tried to stop me again but I told him I will be fine, he has nothing to worry about. I know I still look pale and withdrawn even after three weeks but I want this to be over once and for all. Honestly, I thought that by divorcing Xander that little scrawny cow would leave me alone. AND Xander. But of course that isn’t going to happen, so I have to take matters into my own hands. What intrigues me the most is what Violet now seems to think she has over me.Wasn’t it enough she tried humiliating me at the gala, I still haven’t forgiven her for that, nor will I. If it is the last thing I do, I will get my own back on that girl. She has shamed me and my family and almost the brand of Bodega. Slowly, I walk out of my office leaving Dante shaking his head, sorrow in his eyes. Xander follows me and places a hand on my lower back. I shrug him off. “What do you think you’re doing? Do not touch me. Got it?” “Hey, stop being a little brat. We were married once or have you already f
KennaI am totally aghast, Violet cut her wrists? That doesn’t sound at all like anything she would do. Xander inhales deeply and runs his fingers through his hair. “Are you sure?” he asks, his eyes bewildered. I’ve not seen him quite like this before and he has gone pale, like a white sheet. I raise my eyebrows.“Yes, perfectly sure. We wouldn’t joke about something like this Mr Staniopolis.” Great so even the nurses know exactly who Xander is. Not difficult since his image is everywhere on social media, newspapers, magazines. You can’t move anywhere for seeing Xander’s face. He is always in the news for how well his business is doing, where his new developments are happening. I have to give it to his marketing team, they sure know all about public relations. I am guessing he has a whole arm in charge of his pr.Something isn’t sitting right in my gut about the whole business with Violet and her wrist. Don’t ask my why but I just don’t get it. She isn’t clinically depressed or has is
Kenna "Please go to the hospital and provide blood ASAP." The person who sent the message is my husband and we have been married for three years. It has been a marriage of convenience more than anything. It hurts because I love him. Still, despite him not loving me back and going out of his way to ignore me. My husband, Xander Staniopolis, a CEO and billionaire who owns luxurious hotels and villas in America and Europe, with dark hair and mesmerizing blue eyes, needs someone who has a rare type of blood. Mine is the fit, AB negative. It’s for his precious friend, Violet. I am sick of Violet and having to always donate my blood to her. She is so needy, sometimes I think she is trying to drain the life out of me. But for Xander and his wealth I will do pretty much anything. But we have a deal, Xander and I. He gives me the wealth I want and in return I donate blood. It’s not what I imagined growing up, I wanted a husband who loved me back. My stomach flips just thinking about donating
KennaDevastation fills my body, I can feel it running through me. I clutch my heart which feels as if it has dropped to the floor. I put my phone away trying to suppress the pain in my heart and the burning sensation in my body and force myself to go to the door. I will myself not to cry over this. I’ll make this one time and then I have some strong decisions to make. I hail a cab and request the driver take me straight to the coffee shop which is located close to the hospital to wait for Xander. I come here often, it is dimly lit offering an ambience that ordinarily I would find soothing. But not today as the torment engulfs me. Xander has tried to call me twice, I ignore his calls as the barista brings me over my pumpkin latte. Thankfully, he stopped calling. I watch as other couples sit closely together, wishing it was Xander and I. The lump in my throat is killing me, but I try to suppress it. Finally, an hour later Xander appears, he comes in as if he owns the place. To be ho
KennaShe stares at me as if she wants to drive a stake through my heart. Yeah, she knows I’ve caught her. This woman has never liked me, the moment I married and came into Xander’s life, Violet has made it perfectly clear by ignoring me and only pretending to be nice to me when Xander was around. Which of course was never very often. From behind me, I hear Xander’s harsh voice, it’s almost a snarl. I turn around and see his eyes darkening, the expression he wears is grim. I shudder, he looks like the Devil himself. His eyes piercing through me. “What the fuck are you doing?” he asks, I say nothing rooted to the spot. “Kenna!” His voice is as cold as ice, it makes me shudder from my head to my toes. Is he afraid maybe of what I might actually do to his precious Violet? If only I would do something to hurt her, then at least my marriage may have stood a chance. Violet’s eyes widen, I can see the fake panic all over her face. God, how I want to slap her right now. Instead I clench my