༺RAYNE༻Our fake honeymoon in Paris started off as nothing but plain, boring and uneventful—well, except for the little 'trouble' Genevieve caused. But then it turned into something out of a damn erotic novel, with Liam and I fucking in every corner of the city.Did I say erotic novel? Scratch that. It's literally a freaking porn movie, minus the flaky plot and terrible acting, of course.It turns out that Liam was just as sexually starved as I was, which I wouldn't have believed had he not been fucking me like a jackrabbit on steroids, in every position imaginable—against walls, on tables, in alley and even in a freaking fountain!He screwed me sideways in the Louvre, bent me over the Pont des Arts and made me cum on the steps of Montmartre. And I didn't let him get away with all the control. I also took charge, riding him like a cowgirl, reverse cowgirl and every other girl, while his eyes rolled back and begged for more.Sabrina was right when she teased that our honeymoon would pr
༺RAYNE༻ “Breaking news: Mayor Baker has been arrested on charges of fraud, embezzlement and corruption. A federal investigation alleges the Mayor used city funds for personal gain and accepted bribes from contractors. This shocking arrest marks a dramatic fall from power for the longtime Mayor. City officials are calling for resignation as details continue to emerge. We'll bring you updates as the story unfolds.” I gasp in shock as I stare at the news report on my phone. Mayor Baker has been arrested? For real? But he's always seemed so honest and genuine, I can't believe he'd be involved in something like this. This doesn't make any sense. Liam strides into the bedroom, wearing in a black turtleneck shirt and a grey suit jacket. His hair is wet, slightly tousled, with a few strands falling down his across his forehead. “You're not dressed yet?” He arches an eyebrow and stands in front of where I'm seated on the bed. “We don't have all the time in the world, Rayne.“ But I'm not
༺RAYNE༻ “And this, mes amis, is the iconic Eiffel Tower, the iron lady of Paris. Built for the World's Fair in 1889, she was meant to be temporary but she has become a permanent fixture in our city's skyline. And isn't she just breathtaking?” The tour guide, Noemi, booms with pride as she leads us to the tower, gesturing at it. She's a tall woman, her hair is pulled back in a sleek ponytail, showcasing her heart-shaped face. Her bright red lips curve into a charming smile. She's seemingly younger than I am but barely. I gaze up at the landmark in awe, feeling so tiny in comparison, my eyes lighting up like the twinkling lights in the tower itself. Liam's standing next to me but he doesn't seem as impressed or as excited as I am. He's more interested in his phone than the view. I can't complain. I'm the one who wanted to come here, not him. He's not exactly a lover of 'sentimental nonsense' like he calls it. I'm happy he even finally agreed to bring me here. “Shall we go up?” Noem
༺RAYNE༻ The world outside is moving on while I'm here trapped between Liam's solid chest and the hard floor-to-ceiling window. Nothing else matters when he's pounding me like there's no tomorrow. He's holding my thighs with a strong, iron grip, my legs wrapped around his butt and my arms hooked around his neck. My ass is pressed against the window, every thrust of Liam's cock pushing me harder against the glass, the chill seeping into my skin. I feel like the entire city of Paris is watching me get fucked. The exposure, the recklessness of it all, is making the sex even hotter. Liam's hands grip my ass, his fingers digging into my flesh as he thrusts deeper, harder. I've never been fucked like this before! Liam seems to outdo himself every time we engage in what's practically like a mad mating session. My senses are dazed now. All I can feel is him inside of him and all I can breathe is his scent. “Oh god, Liam, yes!” I gasp, my nails digging into his back. He grunts in response
༺RAYNE༻ “When Liam and Rayne are together, the only thing more explosive than their chemistry is Liam's cab! Lol!” “OMG LIAM IS HE OKAY?!?! I just want to know if he's safe! Oh, Liam baby! Please stay safe for me!!!” “Can't believe someone tried to kill Liam Everhart and his wife! Who would do such a thing? #JusticeForLiam” “Liam Everhart, please be okay. My heart can't take it if anything happens to you!” “Praying for Liam Everhart and his wife after that terrifying explosion. So grateful they're alive.” “Just when you think you're safe... Liam Everhart's explosion is a wake-up call. Be careful out there, everyone!” “Wow! So even money can't buy you safety???” “Liam Everhart's car explosion was no accident. This was a targeted attack. Hope he's taking extra precautions and taking care of himself and his wife.” “Who's responsible for Liam's safety in Paris? Someone needs to answer for this! Paris, you messed up big time! How could you put our Liam in danger?!” “I'm not buyin
༺RAYNE༻ My breath slows and my thoughts quiet as I remain glued in Liam's strong arms, wrapped tightly and warm around me. With my head still nestled on his chest, I hear and feel his heartbeat steadily. It's a subtle, soothing rhythm against my ear. Though Liam is hard to understand at times, I can't hold myself back from being touched by his fierce protectiveness. Knowing that he's willing to go to such lengths for my safety is ever so comforting. The feeling is evergreen. My own heart rate synchronizes with his, like our hearts are beating in unison. The living room becomes utterly quiet now and a sense of calm washes over me. All I hear is Liam's heartbeat, his breathing and the quiet rustle of his shirt as he shifts slightly. He caresses my hair, his fingers tangling in the strands, his chest rising and falling as he breathes. His other hand strokes my back but then he stops as though he's suddenly remembered something. His hands freeze in place and his body tenses. “What's
༺RAYNE༻ Sabrina scrambles out of her seat and quickly goes to Lucas, placing one hand on his shoulder and the other hand on his chest, trying to comfort him. At the same time, Liam supports Lucas’ back with his hand, wrapping his arm around him gently. “Grandfather!” Liam yells again, his hands frantic, his voice tainted with panic. I get up as well, my mouth falling open. I feel bad for the old man as I watch him still struggling to breathe, his face turning a scary shade of purple. “Get the doctor!” Sabrina screams painfully at a maid, “Quickly, he’s not breathing, oh God, hurry!” The maid takes a step back, her hands fluttering up to her mouth as if to stifle a scream, her eyes fixed on Lucas’ purple face. It’s Liam’s turn to shout at her, “What the fuck are you still standing there for, move! Get the doctor, now!” Her eyes dart around the room and she starts running towards the door. She knocks over a chair in her haste, causing a loud clatter to echo in the dining room. S
༺RAYNE༻ The view from the balcony is breathtakingly expansive unlike ours which is more intimate and secluded. Ours is beautiful nonetheless. I get to see the sunset over the gardens whenever I'm relaxing on the chaise lounge there, but here I see the entire city skyline stretching out before me. I'm sitting on a gold-coloured luxurious lounge chair in the balcony all alone. Liam suggested we spent the night here and I couldn't complain. He was on the phone and the conversation seemed to go on forever so I slipped out here for some fresh air. The chilly air seeps into my skin and I shudder, feeling goosebumps on my body. I rub my arms and snuggle up in the chair, my eyes glued to the glittering city lights. “I see you found my favourite spot,” Liam's voice jolts me a little. I turn to see him stepping into the balcony. His eyes crinkle at the corners as he gazes at the view. He settles in a chair beside me, his elbow softly brushing my arm and then bores his eyes into mine. “Thi
༺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