༺RAYNE༻ I'm pacing back and forth in my bedroom, my hands on my waist, my eyes staring at nothing in particular. My heart is drumming in my ears and my palms are sweaty. This can't be happening! I'm silently praying to whoever's up there to please let this be a false alarm, to please make me not have to face Liam with this news. It would turn my life upside down and I don't want to even imagine how Liam would react. Kim rushes in, holding what I asked her to get for me. “My goodness, dear! You look so pale. Calm down, will you? It's just a baby, it's not the end of the world.” “It is the end of the world for me! I can't get pregnant! I can't!” The panic in my voice is unmissable. It's unmissable but too bad my period isn't because it's clearly nowhere to be found—just like my sanity! A whole month passed and no sign of it. Mother Nature must be playing a cruel joke on me! I wouldn't be panicking like this if I hadn't skipped my pill one day, if Liam and I didn't have raw, hot se
༺RAYNE༻ Dinner at the Everhart Resort goes pretty well. There's no drama, no uncomfortable silence and definitely no heart attacks. Lucas seems much better and healthier than the last time I saw him and it's nice to know that he's taking care of himself. Sometimes though, I often wonder what he has written in his will. I know it's a morbid thought but still, I can't help it. I'm curious. If, heaven forbid, he suffers a fatal heart attack or he drops them today, who will inherit the empire he's making his grandsons desperately fight for? Will it be Liam? It has to be. I don't know if Daniel and Leo are keeping scores but Liam is ahead of them and on top of the leaderboard and it's not even close. Liam knows this and that's why he's so full of himself. But one thing I admire about him is how he doesn't let that get to his head. He's still putting in the effort, giving it his all, never taking his lead for granted. I'm sure Lucas sees that too. It's no wonder Daniel and Leo feel thr
༺RAYNE༻ It's morning again. I open my eyes and stretch my limbs, a wide smile on my face. This morning feels different, the best kind of different. It definitely has something to do with everything that happened the previous day. And I'm talking about how Liam finally got what he's been chasing for the past week. He was appointed as the new CEO of Everhart Energy yesterday! Lucas made it official by releasing a public announcement and hosting a press conference. The media was in a frenzy, with reporters and journalists clamouring for Liam's attention, bombarding him with questions and trying to get a scoop on his plans for the company. There are even rumours flying around that Liam has emerged as the clear frontrunner and has secured his spot as Lucas' successor, leaving Daniel and Leo in the dust. I doubt those two will be happy about this. Liam, however, has been over the moon. I've never seen him so happy before. He's been on cloud nine ever since, his mood is pretty infectiou
༺RAYNE༻ “So, what's it going to be?” Henry's voice is hard and heavy with spite. His tone tells me he's enjoying this a lot, enjoying putting me in a difficult position where I'm forced to make a choice. My heart is drumming, hammering against my ribcage and thumping in my ears as I think about this carefully. I weigh the consequences of each option. If I don't do as he says, he'll definitely release the pictures and even... the sextape. I gasp sharply and curse myself for being such a fool. A fool for being so stupidly in love that I handed him the ammunition to destroy me and now he's holding it over my head like a ticking time bomb. My staggering gullibility and stupidity makes me want to give myself a resounding slap. I was willing to degrade myself for someone who never truly loved or valued me. I trusted him so much that when he insisted on us filming us while we made love, I didn't think twice. “It would be just for our private collection, a special memory for us to cheri
༺LIAM༻ This cannot be happening. This cannot be fucking happening! Rayne is staring right back at me, peering into my eyes and telling me she doesn't remember anything. She doesn't remember me. Not even her name. What kind of a sick joke is this? “Are you... really my husband?” she asks, her voice soft and feathery. She looks like she's in so much pain and I'm not just talking about the stitches, scratches, her broken arm, the swollen lip and cuts on her chin. Although, seeing her covered in wounds and scars makes my chest tighten with rage. I can see the pain flicker in her deep blue eyes, a haunting blackness that chills me to the bones and scares me more than anything has in a long while. Her frail sight tears me apart and breaks my heart into a million pieces. It makes me want to hold her forever and never let her go. Fuck, how could I have let this happen to her? I take her hand in mine again and heave, “Yes, I'm your husband, Liam. And you are my wife, Rayne.” The pain m
༺LIAM༻ I drive off to the old warehouse in the outskirts of the city where I had strictly ordered for Henry to be held alive and chained up. The minute I pull up outside the outside the rundown building, a cold wind chills me to the bone. But it’s the exact opposite of the seething fury burning in my gut. Marcus approaches me while I’m stepping out of the car. He gives me a slight bow, his lips pulled into a tight grimace. “Welcome, boss,” he hoarses. “We’ve been softening the son of a bitch up for you. We have everything under wraps, no leaks.” I nod and loosen my tie, my eyes scanning the trees around. “You never disappoint me, Marcus.” Marcus is my go-to enforcer when I need to handle messy, off-the-books situations like settling scores, tidying up loose ends and eliminating threats permanently. He’s been working for me ever since I got him out of jail. He’s brutal animal and a cunning sociopath but his loyalty is unmatched. “Take me to him,” I order. Marcus gives me a grim
༺RAYNE༻ After spending five days in the hospital, I've finally been discharged. Liam, my husband, takes me home. Home. I don't even have a clue what it looks like or where it is or what memories we've made within the walls. But Liam's hand on mine, his smooth voice and soft touch stirs something deep within me and washes me whole with a sense of security and familiarity that I can't quite explain. And when he walks me through the front door, his other hand on my waist, I feel like I'm exactly where I belong. I just wish I could remember it. “We're home,” he announces, guiding me into the living room. I just nod and sigh, clinging to him like I would fall apart if I don't. Right now, his presence is the only thing that feels real. Even though my mind is nothing but a blank slate, having him near me makes me feel like I'm myself even if it's just a bit. He takes me to what I think is our bedroom. My eyes are roving over the unfamiliar room frantically, drinking in every detail, ho
༺RAYNE༻ Liam doesn't say anything. It's like he's holding back. Yet again. I don't know what the exact problem is. If he really loves me, then why's he finding it so hard to tell me how he feels? Is there something he's not telling me? Something that's keeping him from fully opening up? “Liam, what—” “Shhh,” he coos. “Don't think about anything right now, okay? Just relax and let me take care of you in every way possible.” I find myself nodding and keeping my mouth shut. I guess I should worry later and enjoy the moment. Liam lowers his head to my mound and cups it, fondling my flesh. I gasp and arch my back, biting my lip. He pushes my dress up and parts my thighs. His eyes get dark at the sight of my covered soaked honeypot. Even with my thong on, it's easy to tell my core is drenched already, from the kiss. My arousal is leaking into my panties. It's all because of him. It's his doing. Did I always get this wet for him? And that too, easily? It's exhilarating. Liam slowly pe
༺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