༺RAYNE༻ Sabrina really did it! That woman is crazy! She came up with a plan where I had to act like I was unconscious. Then she frantically alerted the guards that I'd suddenly collapsed from a diabetic episode and needed immediate medical attention. Even Kim was fully bought into the act, panicking and demanding the guards get me to the hospital ASAP. It was only after we got into Sabrina's car that she realized she'd been duped. Sabrina and I ditched the hospital detour and headed straight to her friend's party. As soon as she zoomed out of the estate and lost the tail of Liam's bodyguards chasing us in SUVs, she burst into a hearty laugh. And I joined in. It was the first time I had a genuine belly laugh in weeks, feeling carefree for the first time in forever. I laughed hard until my sides hurt. Sabrina stopped at a store to get me a sexy party dress and a pair of high heels which I changed into. I could only imagine what Liam would do when he found out that I ditched his pr
༺LIAM༻ “What the fuck do you mean by my wife escaped?! Are you fucking kidding me right now?” I bark into the phone, barely keeping myself from throwing it against the wall. Like my day at work isn't shitty enough, with that idiot Carter, our so-called 'trusted' business partner, under trial for fraud. His illegal dealings are all over the news, dragging Everhart Energy’s name through the mud. And I’ve spent all day trying to clean up the mess. So the last thing I expected to hear was that my wife had somehow managed to outsmart her security detail and is now who-knows-where, doing God-knows-fucking-what! “Answer me, you incompetent fuck!” I yell again, gritting my teeth. Horatio heaves a loud deep breath on the other end of the line. He's the bodyguard I assigned to watch Rayne 24/7 since Max is yet to fully recover from Vesper's attack. And he came highly recommended. Highly recommended, my foot. Might as well have hired a goddamn security guard from the local mall. “Sir, she…
༺RAYNE༻ The walls... Different. My head... Banging. What the hell happened? How did I pass out? My eyes slowly flutter open and I struggle to sit up but my brain protests, spinning and throbbing so hard. I'm so dizzy, I feel nauseous too. The discomfort forces me to lie back on the bed. I squint and take in the view of the bedroom. Where am I? Whose place is this? How did I get here? My memories are hazy, my mind's all messed up. I'm trying to recall just what the freaking hell happened to me and why I feel like absolute crap. I remember Charlotte shamelessly fantasizing about Liam, Sabrina splayed open for another man and then... Damien. His face, his arms, his scent... Those were the last things my brain registered before everything got dark. My heart clenches and falls to my stomach as I remember Damien's last words: “Don't worry, princess. I'll take care of you.” I cringe and sit back up, ignoring the ache in my head and the sharp dizziness that hits me. I clutch my chest
༺RAYNE༻Liam didn't come back. I waited and waited for him, way more than the 10 minutes he told me to wait. Every passing minute was torture, felt like an eternity and my anxiety spiked with every milisecond.Even when the shouts had died down and there wasn't a single gunshot to be heard, I was still suffocated with dread. The silence only freaked me out more. I was losing my mind, imagining only the worst.But I did what I was told. I wouldn't want to jeopardize Liam's plans, whatever it was. Or make him have one more thing to worry about, like I wasn't already a liability. And I certainly didn't want to go against his wishes, even if my sanity depended on it.So I called 'Raider'.It was a gravelly, deep voice that answered. I told him about the shootout, Liam's instructions and how he hadn't returned yet. All he said was “Okay” and then he hung up. He didn't bother asking about my location or if I was safe, which only added to my anxiety.Help arrived in less than 20 minutes, whi
༺RAYNE༻ "We are gathered here today to witness the union of Henry Campbell and Rayne Sullivan in holy matrimony," the priest booms throughout the church hall, a small smile planted on his lips. This is it! I clutch my bouquet, my eyes locked on Henry's eyes as he gently reaches for my hand. I'm finally getting married to the man of my dreams! What could possibly go wrong? "And now, before we proceed, I must ask, is there anyone here who thinks these two should not be wed? Speak now or forever hold your peace," the priest continues, looking around the room. Oh, the formalities! I want to laugh. Like anyone would actually burst in through those doors right now and object to our wedding. Stuff like that only happens in— "Whoa, hold up, people!" A loud voice cuts through my train of thoughts and I turn back, along with every single person in the church to see a dark-skinned woman stomping in. "This whole damn wedding ain't happening on my watch!" She yells again, coming over t
༺RAYNE༻ I freeze on my seat, my entire body goes stiff. But my heart lurches and a wave of heat washes through me. I find myself leaning further into the kiss and breathing in the delicious scent of the stranger. He smells so good, so tasteful and so perfect. His lips, my God, his lips are heavenly, warm and delightful. This is so wrong. Why do I feel good about being kissed by a strange man? He pulls away from me and I want to whimper from disappointment. The man locks gazes with me as if he's searching for something in my eyes. His mouth parts slightly open, letting a ragged gasp escape and caress my face. I shudder at the touch of his hot breath and feel my legs weaken. He's gorgeous—I want to say out loud. Dreamy grey eyes, beautiful, soft yet masculine features and lips that call my name without uttering a word. His powerful scent, his aura, everything about him is drawing me in. It's either that or the cocktail is taking a toll on me. "I've missed you, my little vixen,
༺RAYNE༻ The dark, fierce look in his eyes becomes more intense and my body trembles. I've never been naked in front of any man other than Henry. And oddly, I've never felt this good at the thought of getting fucked before. He lowers his head to the centre of my thighs and roughly spreads them apart. When his hot breath grazes my sleek folds, I want to melt. I part my legs wider, giving him all the access he needs to do his dirty work on me. Henry rarely ever went down on me. He claimed it's too disgusting yet he pressured me to suck him off a lot. My hot British jerk starts caressing my mound, running his fingers over my fleshy smoothness. I had shaved thoroughly for my wedding night and even went as far as waxing my bikini line, hoping to impress Henry. I never thought I'd be letting another man have it let alone a total stranger. This is thrilling and I'm so turned on right now. I forget for a while that I'm doing this for revenge. How can I not when he's touching me like he
༺RAYNE༻ It’s been a week since my life came crashing down. I’m broke, homeless and devastated. But at least I’ve got a roof over my head. Even if it’s a cheap dirty motel that could definitely pass off as a brothel. Thanks to the money that man had given me, I was able to pay for accommodation, get a few clothes and food. And now, I’m at the brink of being kicked out of the motel. I’ve also run out of my medication. I never would’ve thought my life would ever come down to this. I’ll never forgive you, Henry! The only fortunate thing about my miserable life right now is that I still have a job. I started working as an assistant secretary at Everhart Investments a few months before my wedding. It’s among the largest investment banks in the world. And like a fool, I deposited all the money I made into my and Henry’s joint account for our wedding. I trusted him blindly. Now look where it has gotten me. I’m back at work. I have to get my life together although, I’m not sure how