༺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!” My voice comes in a grating squeal. I'm horrified. My cheeks flare hot from the embarrassment of having been caught fingering myself. “I liked it better when you moaned my name,” Liam tells me and brings my thong to me. “You dropped this. You really should be careful how you throw your stuff around here. You have a bodyguard just outside your bedroom.” He smirks and dangles my panty at my face. I reach for it, my face still crumpled from humiliation. But Liam quickly withdraws his hand and clutches my panties again. I don't even have the words for him right now. I can't believe this is happening. I had been so engrossed with playing with myself and trying to climax, so far gone in my own little fantasy, that I hadn't even considered the possibility that Liam might still be within earshot. I didn't hear him walk in or even hear the sound of the door opening. I didn't realize he was watching me like a hawk, no doubt enjoying the show. I had my legs spread so wide,
༺RAYNE༻ The flight to Albany where we'll be meeting Vesper Vandal is nothing short of my expectations. We travel in one of Liam's private jets. The view of the city below is breathtaking. I've always loved flying but there's something about flying in a private jet that makes it all the more exhilarating. It's my first time boarding a private jet and travelling in style like this. When Liam mentioned we'd be using it, I pictured everything about it to be fancy. And I wasn't wrong. The jet is like a luxury lounge. I'm totally blown away when I see the mini-fridge on it, jam-packed with all these delicious snacks that I never even imagined could be on a plane. And to top it off, there's this awesome selection of fancy wines to choose from, making the whole experience feel super fancy. There's even a cool entertainment system with so many movies and music. It's like having our own private cinema in the sky. But of course, Liam has to ruin everything with his killjoy attitude. He doesn