༺RAYNE༻ “Not for long.” “Not for long.” “Not for long.” With just these three words, Liam ripped out a chunk of my soul and delivered an icy blow that has left me stunned for almost an hour. We've arrived at the penthouse in Manhattan but all I can think about is what Liam meant by those words. When I asked him about it, he didn't respond. He just kept driving and driving until we got here. I couldn't press on. I just felt numb, so numb I was afraid if I opened my mouth again I'd have broken down right there and then. And I didn't want that. It's bad enough that Liam's giving me the cold shoulder, no, the frozen tundra of indifference. The last thing I want is to break down in front of him and let him think that I'm fragile and completely dependent on him emotionally. Even though it might be the truth and that terrifies me. “Go take a shower,” Liam gruffs. It sounded like an order rather than a gentle suggestion. This is getting too much for me to bear. I stride in front of
༺RAYNE༻ Last night, I had a dream, a nightmare. I was tied to a crumbling, old throne in a dark, foggy room, with Liam and Vesper standing on opposite sides of me. They both had cruel smiles on their faces and they took turns whispering in my ears. “You'll never be mine,” Liam sneered over and over, clutching and tugging at my hair. Vesper, on the other hand, repeatedly caressed my arm and fondled my boobs. “You'll always be mine,” he chuckled. My skin prickled at his touch and I struggled against my bindings, trying to break free. But the more I fought, the tighter the ropes around my wrists seemed to become. When Vesper ripped my dress off me and slipped his hand in between my thighs, the room shifted and I suddenly ended up in a maze. I saw Liam standing afar off so I rushed to him but he started running. I chased after him, my bare feet pounding the cold, damp ground. But no matter how fast I ran, Liam's figure remained out of reach. He kept disappearing around the next corne
༺RAYNE༻ This is even worse than my nightmare! Liam is asking me to leave? As in, pack my bags and get out of his life? For good? Is he actually suggesting that I walk away from him, from us, from everything we've been through together? Is he really asking me to give up on us, on our love? To leave behind the only home I've known with him, the only place where I've felt truly loved and accepted? The mere thought of it is suffocating and unbearable. I can't imagine it. “You're... You're asking me to leave?” I repeat in a breathy stutter. “Liam, you know that's not what I want. Why are you doing this?” Liam dips his hands in his pockets and looks away for a brief moment. “You're the one who said you couldn't take it anymore. What did you expect me to say? You want me to beg you to stay? I won't do that, Rayne. This is who I am. This is how I am. You either accept that or you walk away.” “No!” I shake my head. “This isn't how you are! This isn't you! You're the man who held me all ni
༺RAYNE༻ We've been seeing about that, all right. Weeks have passed and I thought Liam was going to get over his guilt or whatever demons that drove him to push me away, to ask me to leave. But no, this has continued for weeks, with no signs of stopping. He’s tried almost everything in his book to make me leave, from silent treatments to harsh, hurtful words. But each time I held my ground. And then, he decided to do something really unexpected: he started making himself unavailable to me. Whenever I tried to touch Liam, he would dodge away from my touch as if I were carrying a plague. It was as if I had suddenly become invisible to him. He would spend most of his days in the study—a place I’m no longer allowed to go to—locked away, working on God knows what. But I kept persisting and stole a kiss from him when I managed to catch him in the hallway that led to our bedroom one morning. I snuck up on him, pressing my lips against his in a soft, delicate kiss. For a split second, I fe
༺LIAM༻ Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I curse under my breath and punch the door as soon as Rayne walks out of the study. God, why is it so hard to let her go? Why does it kill me every time I push her away despite knowing it's for her own good? Why does the thought of her leaving me feels like a fate worse than death? Every ounce of my being screams for me to go after her, to take her into my arms and never let go. But I have to fight this feeling. I have to make her believe that I don't want her, that she's better off without me. She needs to hate me. It's the only way to keep her safe. But the more I drive her farther away, the more I wonder: Am I doing the right thing? Keeping her safe is the right thing to do but is pushing her away really the only way to keep her safe, or am I just using it as an excuse to punish myself for my past failures? Every moment without Rayne is torture and every second I spend not holding her in my arms is like a dagger to the heart. And the worst part? I kno
༺LIAM༻ It's been a whole day since Rayne caught me with that woman and I've been expecting her to pack her bags and leave or confront me again. But the silence from her side of the mansion is deafening and it's driving me mad. Is she okay? I wonder if she's even eaten or slept properly since. The last thing I want is her health to be compromised because of my actions. I can’t stand the thought that she’s not taking care of herself or that she’s suffering physically because of the emotional pain I’ve caused her. I've already damaged her so much already. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I broke her completely or beyond repair for the sake of keeping her safe. The irony stings; my desire to protect her has only brought her pain—something I'm trying so hard to spare her from. Tired of sitting around in my study and waiting for Rayne to make her next move or for some sign that she's okay, I get up and make my way to our bedroom. Well, it's her bedroom now. I need to see her,
༺RAYNE༻ “I have a date!” I make sure Liam hears the excitement and smugness in my voice, letting him know I'm moving on and he's the last thing on my mind. Yup, I'll keep telling myself that until I believe it. And maybe one day, I will. I notice how Liam's mouth hangs slightly open and he struggles to seal it back. For once, he looks like a fish out of water. It's good to know that I caught him off guard by my sudden move, a move that I bet he never saw coming. Let's see how he reacts when he finds out who my date is. “A date?” Liam's tone is bitter as his eyes inspect the car. “Who's the unlucky bastard?” Oh, that's the best part! I reply with a deliberate sweetness, revelling in his obvious discomfort, “I could tell you but I'm sure you wouldn't like the answer.” And he sure doesn't. The minute the chauffeur I've been expecting steps out of the car, Liam grits his teeth and his face turns into a lovely shade of livid. He recognizes him. Good. Now, I don't have to spell it ou
༺RAYNE༻ “Well, well, well.” Damien smiles, coming into view while adjusting his cufflinks. “If it isn't the lovely Rayne Everhart.” I smile back and pause my steps, breathing in the amazing smell of his living room. I have to say, the whole place smells like him. Masculine, intoxicating and deep. There's a fine, rich blend of bergamot, cedarwood and his signature cologne. It's like his presence is infused in every inch of this place and it's kind of weird that I find it ridiculously hot, which is so not what I need right now. Why did I come here again? Right. To get back at my asshole of a husband. No, asshole of a future ex-husband. That's exactly why I need to keep my focus and not let Damien's charming smile or ridiculously sexy scent throw me off track. “Damien,” I breathe, my voice a slow drawl, sounding way more seductive than I intended. “Thank you for seeing me on such short notice.” He chuckles and finally gets to where I'm standing. “Short notice? I'd never leave a lov
༺RAYNE༻ Liam catches me from behind and wraps his big arms around me, his lips finding their way to my neck. My lips curve into a full smile and I lean back against him, my hand instinctively reaching up to hold his head. My heart does a triple flip, like a gymnast performing an impossible routine. It’s always been like this—this magnetic pull between us, the chemistry that could launch a thousand ships. He's really here. “Liam?” I breathe, not quite believing my eyes (or ears). I mean, how can this be? He's not back until two months from now. That's what he told me. But now, here he is, arms wrapped around me and smelling like home. He chuckles against my neck, his lips tickling the skin. “Surprise.” “Daddy!” Lucas squeals as if only just seeing him. Liam's arms tear away from me and spread out to our son as he leans down. Lucas jumps into his arms, giggling like a little maniac. Liam lifts him up and tosses him up a bit, making the kid laugh even harder. I just smile at the
༺RAYNE༻ FOUR YEARS LATER... “Lucas! Get down from the couch right now!” I shout, trying to catch my son's attention as he climbs and jumps around on the furniture in our living room. My little ball of energy is at it again. He acts like the house is his personal jungle gym, always trying to give me a heart attack with his death-defying antics. It's like he thinks he's part monkey. “No, Mummy! King of the mountain!” he booms, smiling and puffing his chest. “Lucas! You're going to break something, either the furniture or yourself! Get down, this instant!” I sprint across the living room, my feet pounding the marble floor. Lucas' loud giggles fills the room when he darts to the left, his brown hair bouncing with each jump. Just as I think I've got him cornered, he leaps on the coffee table and uses it as a springboard to launch himself on the floor. I swoop down, arms outstretched but he's too quick. He zigzags around the couch cushion, his grey eyes glinting. “Look, Mummy!” He's
༺LIAM༻ “You'll only get it over our dead bodies,” a voice booms from the shadows, making everyone snap their heads in that direction. Finally. They're here. Thanks to the distraction, I snatch the gun from the fucker who's supposed to keep me in check and point it at him. He staggers backwards, his hands up in surrender when I point it at him. “Took you long enough,” I say to none other than Daniel and Leo as they walk in. Both their heads are held high, shoulders straight and their faces contorted in rage. They take their places at my sides, flanking me. Sabrina's goons all aim at us, ready to fire but none of us are fazed. “Better late than never,” Daniel replies, his furious gaze darting between Sabrina and Oscar. “You turned out to be a bottom-feeding leech after all, Oscar, a worthless nobody, like I thought you were from the very first day I saw you. But I never would've thought that you were Sabrina's pussy-munching weasel, feeding off her cunt and her scraps just to kee
༺LIAM༻ “I'm here,” I rasp, holding my phone to my ear and staring at the papers in my hand. I've just gotten out of my car, now in front of a crumbling shithole of a building that's barely standing. It's the location I was given. It seems like a rat-infested dump with broken windows, rusty metal beams, and a door that looks like it hasn't been opened in years. There are overgrown weeds and trash around it, the perfect hideout for the sick fuck who's got my wife. I can't fucking believe that they'd bring Rayne to this shithole of a place. It makes my blood boil. The son of a bitch on the other end of the line, the same altered, robotic voice, chuckles and then replies, “Good. Now follow the lights inside. Walk straight, don't look around.” I do what I'm told. Not because I'm scared, but because they’ll harm Rayne if I don't. It's the only reason I'm not charging in and getting my wife out. It's the only reason I'm not burning this building down to the ground. And it's the sa
༺RAYNE༻Fuck! My head hurts!That stupid bodyguard hit me hard on my cheek with his freaking sledgehammer of a fist. I fell and hit my head on the ground. I can swear I heard my own brain rattle against my skull.I'd kicked him in his groin while trying to get away and that's what earned me the slap that knocked me out cold. Thankfully, my baby is safe, or so I pray, since I don't feel any sharp pains.Opening my eyes, I realize that I've been brought to an unknown room with dingy walls and a single flickering light. I'm tied to a chair with ropes too thick and rough to slip out of.How long have I been out? And Liam! I know he's definitely looking for me right now. My heart squeezes painfully at the thought that I might not make it out of here alive. That I might never see him again.I'm scared for myself and for my baby. After seeing how Sabrina disrespected Lucas and after overhearing her and Oscar, I don't think she would think twice before getting rid of me. She might not even ba
༺LIAM༻ “We've searched the entire building, boss. We couldn't find her.” Another useless report. I drive my fist into the nearest wall and clench my teeth as I feel my knuckles burn from the impact. This is nothing though, compared to the pain of not being able to find my wife. And my unborn child. “What do you mean you couldn't find her?” I glare at the imbeciles in front of me. “She's in the goddamn hospital, not a fucking maze! How hard is it to track down one woman?” The men around me look down, avoiding eye contact like a bunch of fucking idiots. Useless, every last one of them. I don't even know why I bother wasting my time with these incompetent fools. “Get out of my sight!” I bark at them. Pacing like a caged animal, with my fists clenched and my hair ruffled, my mind is going all ape-shit with worry. I'm losing my mind, in fact! Everything was fine minutes ago. Rayne went back to my grandfather's room to get her purse while I answered a call from the office. I stayed
༺RAYNE༻ Lucas Everhart. The man who took Liam as his own and raised him to be the confident and successful man he is today. That same man is actually my grandfather, my only living blood relative. It still sounds unbelievable. I'm sitting beside him, holding his hand in mine and watching his chest gently expand and contract. The hospital monitors are tracking his every heartbeat. There are so many tubes and wires attached to him. The sight is heart-wrenching. “I just found you,” my voice breaks in a fragile whisper, “please don't leave me now. You can't.” This man has been kind to me since day one and now that I know I'm his granddaughter, I feel a deep connection to him. But Lucas... He's always felt that kind of connection to me. It's like he sensed it all along. Even Liam was stunned by how Lucas treated me. I still remember the old man's reaction the very first time he laid his eyes on me. He froze, wide-eyed and dropped his cane. Then he told me I looked familiar and asked
༺RAYNE༻ “Do you remember what Dr Gareth said about your HLA compatibility with Grandfather?” Liam asks, after keeping me in suspense for almost a minute. I nod and muse, “Yes, he said I was an exact match, 10/10 HLA compatibility, which is extremely rare, especially since we're not biologically related.” That's exactly how the doctor said it. But I don't understand why Liam's suddenly interested in that. Could it be that the doctors made a mistake and the transplant wasn't successful, like we all thought and Lucas' condition is worsening? Oh God! “What has that got to do with what you're about to tell me, Liam? Did the doctors find something abnormal in the tests they ran after the transplant, something that changes everything?” That has to be the only explanation. It's Liam's turn to nod. “Yes but it's not what you think. It's a lot more complicated. I don't even know how it's fucking possible.” He sighs and clasps both of his hands around mine. “Rayne, you're not who you thin
༺RAYNE༻ “Well, Doctor? What does it say?” My anxiety is killing me. Despite Liam's refusal and the doctor's warnings, I got tested for the bone marrow transplant. The results are out, apparently and Dr Gareth has been frozen since he summoned us all. “Are you going to speak or not?” Liam's impatient, angry voice snaps, making Dr Gareth almost jump. “Come on, doc, spill it already!” The doctor lifts his eyes from the reports and stares at me. “Ma'am, the results indicate that you are a match.” A loud gasp tears out of my lips. Even though I hoped I'd be a match, it's so hard to believe it. I'm an actual match! Liam's eyes are too wide, he's having a harder time believing it. And the same goes for the rest of the family. None of them can process it either—they're all stuck in shock, staring at me like I'm the miracle they never thought would happen. And I am. “Did you just say that my wife is a match?” Liam's face crumples. Dr Gareth nods in astonishment. “Yes, that's right. And