༺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
༺RAYNE༻“Oh my gosh, Rayne! You’re glowing!” Sabrina squeals and gives me a wink, flashing her million-dollar smile at me.I furrow my brows and smile back at her but my smile pales in comparison to hers. This woman is absolutely gorgeous. She’s stunning, breathtaking and whatever other adjective fits the description.With her beauty and successful career, it’s a wonder how she ended up with Lucas. Don’t get me wrong though. Lucas is a charming-looking old man despite his gruff exterior. He must’ve been a ladies’ magnet during his younger days.But I just think Sabrina could’ve married someone her age rather than marry someone because of his wealth. Oh well, who am I to judge? I’m married to a man all because of money; a man who infuriates the hell out of me.I give Sabrina a questioning look. “What do you mean by ‘I’m glowing’?”“Puh-lease, don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about.” She wiggles her brows.“I really don’t.” I stare at her blankly.She grunts a little and s
༺RAYNE༻ “What was Sabrina doing here?” That's the first thing Liam says the moment he reaches where I'm standing, just outside the huge door to the living room. “Welcome home,” I reply, ignoring his question. “You're back earlier than usual. Not much work at the office?” My eyes wander all over his face and his body. Is there ever a time he doesn't look like a snack? Sabrina's dirty words start playing in my ears. They're slowly taking a toll on me. If only what Liam and I had was real, I'd be jumping in his arms and begging him right now to make love to me all night long. Liam's face twists into a frown, disrupting my thoughts. “Drop the small talk. I asked you a question and I expect an answer, Rayne. Now. What was she doing here?” What's his problem? Why is he this mad that Sabrina came over? Does he have a personal issue with her? Or did someone or something upset him at work and now he's taking it out on me? The way he's looking at me right now is enough to make me tremble
༺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