KennaThe man infuriates me, why did he have to bring it up? Again? I am incensed, livid. And as for Violet I would love to put my hands around her neck and squeeze the living daylights out of her. As I walk speedily back to the hotel, I am conscious of Xander matching me stride for stride. He remains silent, I bet wondering how he can process my mood. Let’s face it, he isn’t used to me losing my temper.Oh, no because when we were married I was meek and mild. The ever needy, wanting to please him wife. The fool that I was. Now I am even more mad. “Hey, stop walking like a demon possessed, you will trip and hurt yourself in those heels. Look, I’m sorry I bought it up okay. I will let it drop.” He reaches for my elbow, the touch makes me feel like a jolt of electricity has passed through my body. It sends shockwaves through me. What? How can that even be when I am so fucking angry at him? There is no way I can divulge my secret to him, only Dante and my mother know about the baby, an
KennaOur team in Phoenix have laid on an event for Xander and I to attend, we will now be heading off to one of the exclusive hotels in the area for a gala type of thing, well that took me by surprise since nobody had bothered to inform my assistant, however, with the good grace that I can muster, I naturally said it would be wonderful.Truthfully, all I want to do is lay on the bed snuggled up in the hotel suite and read a good book, alas that can’t be. I have a couple of gowns with me and have decided to wear my floor length, golden dress that has a slit up the middle, front and low cowling back. A hairdresser has just left my suite and done my hair, it is fixed in a sophisticated updo. There is a knock on the door, “just a minute,” I shout out, still dressed in the white, fluffy robe that the suite provides and matching slippers. I open the door and Xander stands there dressed impeccable in a black tuxedo with a sharp white button down. “What are you doing here? I thought we were
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
Xander A divorce? Is she seriously asking me for a divorce. What has gotten into her? I’m confused with myself, totally and utterly confused. Clearly I don’t care about Kenna, not at all. It’s always only been about her blood to save and help Violet. So, why does it bother me so much when she asked for a divorce? It’s not like I have feelings for Kenna. Or is it? No way, I dismiss the thought from my mind. Right now I have more important things to think about, like saving Violet’s life. I rake my hands through my dark hair, something weird is going on with my gut just thinking about her asking for the divorce, it’s gnarling. Damn, it actually feels like I am in physical pain. I sensed that there was something different about Kenna. I wasn’t able to put my finger on it. It was like things were spinning out of control. You know when you’ve been in a car accident, life just seems to spiral around you. After three years of marriage, I thought I knew her very well. Before we got marri
KennaI wake up and feel slightly disoriented, the walls are different, they are a pale peach instead of a dark green, where am I? Then it registers I was brought back home to my mother and stepfather’s house. I groan, it’s really the last place I want to be. I don’t want to have to deal with my mother’s speech that no doubt I will hear. My mother is always full of opinions, it sometimes seems to me that I cannot do right in her eyes. For a start she never wanted me to marry Xander. Sure, Xander Staniopolis has an empire of hotels across America, Europe and looking to expand into Asia. All luxury hotels that celebrities go to and also it is known that mafia people go there too. Probably why my mother was not best pleased when I announced I would be marrying him. Maybe my mother already knew that Xander had an agenda, she never took to him. In fact, it was my mother who said he couldn’t be trusted. Not that Xander has ever done anything for me to mistrust him. He’s never had affairs,
KennaDante is back in my life, it feels like it has been longer than the three years ordeal I have just been through. More like a lifetime. God, I’ve missed him. We were always so close during our university years, he was always my best friend and had my back. It feels surreal that he was the one to come and get me last night. After all these years, he is still there to have my back. He’s filled out to be a handsome man with his broad shoulders and I can see the tatts running up his arms to the sleeve of his T-shirt. When did he get those? They look good on him. His sandy-blonde hair hangs into his eyes and he’s giving me a weird look, like I can’t describe it. But it makes my stomach flutter. Stop, I tell myself. You are being ridiculous, you’ve just got divorced. “I'm glad you're home, Kenna. Your happiness is the most important thing to me,” the softness and tenderness in his voice makes my throat catch. How could I have stayed away from his friendship for all the years I was ma