༺LIAM༻ “Disobey me and find out.” The words are out of my mouth before I can even stop myself from sounding like a total control freak. Well, maybe I am. I'm the control freak who fucking loves her with a passion that borders on obsession and I won't apologize for it. Obsession is my love language. This woman drives me crazy yet every fibre of my being burns for her. So when she's not near me, when she's not with me or when she disappears, I lose my shit and go berserk. And when she's being stubborn and refuses to listen to me, it sets me off on a warpath. I become a rabid animal whose only intention is to tear her apart and put her back together again—mine. But secretly, I enjoy the way she unhinges me, the way she tests my patience. There's this thrill that comes with the challenge of taming this woman. The push-and-pull, the back-and-forth, the explosive chemistry that follows. It fucking turns me on. It still doesn't mean I'm not furious at her. I'm enraged. I want her to kno
༺LIAM༻ My hard length lays flat on the soft skin of her belly, inches away from the place where our bodies were made to fit. My balls strain on her crease. “I don't want it! I don't want you!” Rayne snarls through her gritted teeth. “Not after everything you did to me! And especially not after you fucked that tramp in your study!” I peer at her, running my free hand down her breasts, tugging down the light straps of her nightdress. Her rosy nipples rise to meet my fingers. I grind my cock against her pelvis, earning a moan from her. My mouth takes in her puckered cherries one at a time. “What if I told you,” I rasp, sucking on her titties, “that I never fucked her?” “I wouldn't believe you. I don't believe you.” “Same way I don't believe you when you say that you hate me.” Her nipple is trapped in between my teeth, drawing out a piercing moan from her parched lips. Then my tongue swirls around it. I give it a few more hard sucks before releasing it with a soft pop. My drool gli
༺RAYNE༻ My reflection stares right back at me in the full-length mirror and I almost don't recognize the woman I'm looking at. I've added a few pounds since the last time I checked and my skin seems to have lost its usual glow. I place a hand on my belly and trace my nude dress. In a few months, my stomach will swell and burst into a full baby bump. A small sigh slips from my lips. I still can't believe this. I'm going to be a mum. “You're so beautiful.” I hear Liam's husky voice from behind and whip my head around to see him standing at the doorway. A sleek black, three-piece suit hugs his tall, gorgeous frame. It fits him like a dream, showcasing the broad shoulders that I love (I'll never tell him that!) and makes him look ridiculously hot. The entire bedroom is suddenly so hot. Clearing my throat, I avert my gaze. I shouldn't distract myself with how sexy he looks when our future—my future is about to change. About to? Ha, it has already changed. It's turned upside down
༺RAYNE༻ I blink at Liam, caught off guard by the rawness in his voice and even more by his confession. Did I hear that right? Love? From Liam? No, that can't be right. “I love you, Rayne,” he repeats, his tone softer but his gaze is still intense. And it's tinged with... pain? He goes on to say it again, “I fucking love you. And it's killing me that you think I'm so heartless, that I'd kick you and our child out of my life. But I guess, it's all my fault. I made you see me as a monster but I'm not. I'm just a fucked up man who loves the hell out of you, who's made mistakes and is desperate to make things right, to show you that my love is real. I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you. I love you, Rayne.” Hot tears pool my eyes and break out in fast, salty drops that splash on my laps. There was a time I would've done anything and given anything to hear him say he loves me. Now that he's said it, why does it feel so painful? And why am I struggling to believe it? “I do
༺RAYNE༻ “Liam,” I moan and clench his hair tighter, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. “We really... we really need to head downstairs.” All Liam does is chuckle against my mound, the breath from his nose sending warm puffs of air to my clit. I shudder when he squeezes my thighs against his face, holding me in place for his ravishing mouth. “And why's that?” he mumbles and grazes my clit with his teeth. “B-because we have guests waiting for us there.” “They can keep waiting.” He slurps on my pussy and tongues my gaping hole. “I'm taking care of my unborn child and I'm nowhere near finishing.” My lips curve into a full smile. “You and I both know that what you're doing has nothing to do with taking care of our unborn child.” He lifts his head from my love mound and stares at me, spit dripping from his lips and glistening his chin. “On the contrary, a satisfied mother equals a healthy baby. I'm making sure our child grows inside a happy, pleasure-sated body.” A blush
༺RAYNE༻ Liam is freaking out! And oh God, I can't blame him. I'm freaking out too! It's Lucas... He was brought to the hospital last night after suddenly collapsing out of the blue. Sabrina phoned us and we came as soon as we could. Daniel and Leo came afterwards while Oscar was already there when we arrived. Liam and I walked in on him caressing Sabrina's back while she sat, resting her head on his shoulder. They looked too cozy for public display but I didn't give it much thought because of the seriousness of the moment. I guess Sabrina was totally losing it and was willing to take comfort from whoever was available at that point. It's been hours since we got here. We all spent the night at the hospital, tense and panicky especially since there's no news about Lucas' condition, just endless waiting. The silence in the waiting room where we're all gathered feels eerie and awkward. None of us has said a word for hours and it's getting super weird by the minute. Our collective anx
༺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
༺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༻ 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