༺RAYNE༻ “What are you doing here?” My eyes are shooting daggers at Henry, the son of a bitch who ruined my life. How the hell did he find me? It doesn't matter anyway. He's going back to hell where he came from. Henry clears his throat and takes one step closer. That's when his alcohol-tainted breath pours on my face and assaults my nostrils. I back away a little, grimacing at how terrible he reeks. First, he got another woman pregnant and threw me out of the house. Now he's here to kill me with his stench? God, what crime could I have committed in my past life that this bastard is being used to punish me? “How're you doing, Rayne?” He asks, his lips twitching. “Really good. Totally fine as you can see. Alive and well. Never felt better,” I hiss, my face twisting into a big scowl. “But that doesn't answer the question I asked you, Henry. What the fuck are you doing in my house? Who even let you in?” My house. Boy, did that feel good saying it out loud. “Your house,” he
༺RAYNE༻ Liam grits his teeth, clearly trying to keep his composure despite the anger evident on his face. He lets go of my arm and glances away before looking at me. A vein pops in his forehead. "How did he get in? What did he want? Did he hurt you?” “Liam, you didn't answer my question.” I tighten the towel around my chest. “How do you know Henry? I've never told you his name so how come?” “Is it really important?” he snaps, raising his voice. “Is that what you should be focused on right now?” Liam's hands come to rest on his hips, his face turning red. “I'm asking the important questions. How did he get past the guards? What did he want? Did he hurt you?“ My face turns to a scowl and I cross my arms, boring my eyes into his. “Yes, it's important! That man ruined my life so I need to know how you know him and what business you have with him. Why can't you just tell me?” “Your life doesn't look ruined to me,” Liam mutters. “Are you going to tell me or not?” I ignore his commen
༺RAYNE༻ “I said stay down!” The voice yells again when I try to get up. The back of my head is throbbing with pain from the blow and my vision is getting darker and darker. But I recognize the voice. “Henry,” I squeak, lifting my hand from the ground. “You—” “You thought you could just get rid of me that easily, huh, Rayne?” He hisses and crouches down to my level. “You thought I'd let you be with that man?” Henry grips both of my hands and starts binding my wrists with a rough, scratchy rope. “You planned this, didn't you? You fucked that man so I'd throw you out and you could be with him. But it's not going to happen, not while I'm still breathing. You're mine, Rayne. You belong to me.” He knots and tightens the rope around my wrists. “This should keep you in line,” he says, his voice cold as ice. “You're not going to be seeing that son of a bitch again. Not if I have anything to say about it.” I whimper as the rope digs into my skin, leaving angry red marks. “Please, Henry.
༺RAYNE༻ Liam is here? But how? Shouldn't he be at work? Why did he come back? Liam's eyes pinch together, scrutinizing me and the space between his eyebrows forms a tight crease. He strides into the room, his sharp gaze darting between me, Max and Kim, seeking an answer. “What's going on here?” He's just a few inches away from my bed. Max and Kim give way for him. “What is it that you don't want me to find out about?” He stares at me. “Well?” I scramble for a plausible excuse, my heart leaping in my throat. Max remains silent as if trying to decide whether to honour his loyalty to me or his duty to his boss. My chest squeezes when I realize that the truth is about to come out. There's no hiding from Liam. Not with Max ready to spill the beans. I wait for it but he doesn't make a move. That's when Kim steps in immediately. “Well, uh...Rayne had an episode. She didn't want you to worry so she asked me and Max to keep it quiet.” “She had an episode?” he barks, stepping closer. A
༺RAYNE༻ My heart clenches when my eyes take in the sight of Liam as he trudges into the church hall. He's a mess—his black tuxedo slightly rumpled and dirtied, his white shirt stained red with blood trickling down from a cut on his temple. “Jesus, Liam!” I run towards him, still clutching my wedding dress. “Oh my God, what happened? You're hurt! Where have you been?” I reach for his shoulders, a look of horror plastered on my face as I examine his. Liam's cheekbones are dusted with flecks of dried blood and his eyes—his usually bright grey eyes—are now shadowed by dark circles. He stops walking and stares at me, his eyes hard and his lips set in a thin line, looking for all the world like he's just survived a brutal assault. Even with the bruises and blood, he doesn't seem to be in pain. He doesn't flinch when I touch him. “What happened to you?” I panic when blood trails down his head and drops on the back of my hand. “Liam, say something!” Lucas marches over to me and Liam, hi
༺RAYNE༻ As soon as we're done with the ceremony, Lucas, ever the alpha, takes charge. He orders for a doctor and escorts us to a private room in the church. The instant we enter, the doctor arrives with his medical kit in tow, ready to tend to Liam's wounds. Liam sits down on a chair while the doctor begins to clean and stitch his wounds, a small hiss of pain escaping from his lips. My heart throbs erratically at the sight of his bloodied form, the white of his shirt stained red. I'm still trying to figure out the reason for his condition and I'm wondering how long he intends to keep quiet about it. But I grow impatient with every passing second. I watch distastefully, tapping my foot gently on the floor as the doctor does his work on him. “Quit doing that,” Liam snaps, frowning and glaring at me. “What?” I return his frown. “That.” His eyes are as sharp as daggers as he glowers at me. “Your incessant foot tapping. It’s giving me a headache.” “A headache?” I raise a brow at him
༺RAYNE༻ I just finished taking a cold shower and I've slipped on my nightie, a soft, almost see-through dress that barely covers me. I wanted to relax and sleep comfortably after the whole wedding disaster. But seeing how Liam is staring at me like he's trying to strip me with his eyes makes me a little bit uncomfortable. He's not even trying to hide it or be discreet about it. His eyes are dark and his pupils dilate as he scans my figure, making me feel like a piece of meat under his gaze. I hope he's not expecting anything from me tonight. The fact that we just got married doesn't mean I'm going to let him have his way with me. “Why are you looking at me like that? Is there a problem?“ I shift slightly on the bed and put a pillow over my chest. It's to keep my hard nipples poking through my nightie out of sight. “Move,“ Liam commands, still looking down at me. He's standing at the edge of the bed while I'm sitting straight on the bed. “Excuse me?” He groans and sighs. “Must y
༺RAYNE༻ Liam lets out a long sigh, as if he's been carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. “It was a hit gone wrong. Simple as that,” he admits, boring his eyes into mine. My eyes widen and I gasp, furrowing my brows. “A hit? You mean... you tried to kill someone?” I realize how stupid that question is only when it comes out of my mouth. Why would he try to kill anyone and that too, on our wedding day of all days? Liam gives me a quizzical look and shakes his head. “No. I was the target.” “Someone tried to kill you?” My eyebrows shoot up. I don't know why I'm surprised. What was I expecting to hear anyway? I guess I didn't give it much thought. At first I assumed he got into a nasty fight and then when the doctor mentioned there was a bullet in his shoulder, I didn't even know what to think anymore. I just needed answers so desperately. And after relentlessly trying to get Liam to speak, he's finally given in. Another win for me today, I guess. Liam yielded to me. Bu