DASHIELLMy face clouded in anger at his words, as I took a step towards him, glaring at the idiot that thought to speak. "Who the hell are you to speak to me in that manner?" I demanded."Brion Marshall," he deadpanned, waiting for my face to dawn in recognition, and it did. Brion Marshall owns one of the most famous jewellery companies in the United States. Of course, I know him. He was the man I was to partner with on an upcoming project. "Ring a bell?" he demanded, taking more steps towards me. "I don't care who you are, or who the fuck you think you are, Mr Dashiell James, just get the fuck away from my girlfriend." "Your girlfriend?" I scoffed, regaining from the initial shock I got at the mention of his name. "She's my bloody wife, and we are married. I will advise you to remove your claws from what doesn't belong to you. Because she's mine! Touching her is courting death.” "Yours?" Nova stepped in, glaring as she took his hand in hers, further infuriating me. "I'm not a pr
NOVA “Bloody bastard!” I gritted out, fuming with rage. Stomping over to my car, I kicked the tyre a good number of times before BRION rushed over to stop me. “You need to calm down,” he whispered, his tone soothing as he patted my hair. “He's not worth it.” “I know he's not! I just wish to strangle him alive!” I growled, imagining how pleased I would be, the thrill that would envelop me as I watched him struggle for breath under me. Furthermore, I wouldn't kill him easily. That would be too merciful for him. Letting him feel the pain I went through, five years ago was my plan for him. “Don't worry, you will have enough time to do that,” Brion said, coaxingly. He had always been like this, constantly having my back through every breakdown. With teary eyes, I turned and hugged him tight, not letting go. Brion was my light. The little ray I found at the end of the tunnel. Without him, I doubt I would have made it out alive that year. Lilith would have caught up with me. And had s
“Yeah! That was what Uncle BRION said,” River countered, supporting his twin sister. Just like winter, he has blonde hair, only that his hair is always slightly tousled as if he just rolled out of bed or had been playing outside. No matter how much I brushed it, it always tangled after a while. His grey eyes are a deep, rich shade that seems almost wise beyond his years. He always reminded me of someone. DASHIELL. Even though he had my eyes, he still looked like his father. A miniature version of the man I never wanted to think about. Sighing, I squatted in front of them, grinning as I reached over to pat their hair. “Mum apologizes for not taking you with me. Don't worry, I will let you tag along the next time I'm going for a brand reveal,” I promised, despite knowing I might not fulfil it. Not only would it be a hassle taking them with me, but the last thing I wanted was for them to meet Dashiell.Whatever it takes, I intend to keep my kids as far from him as I can. I won't let t
DASHIELLThere was this gnawing emotion within me, one I couldn't understand. Spending time with Lilith always calmed me down, but not anymore. It felt like there was something else, something I needed but couldn't have.The feeling was foreign, something I'd never experienced before, which was why I decided to take a walk, to ease my mind of the insistent concerns raging havoc in my mind. Staying with Lilith at the moment didn't sound like the best solution. I needed some time alone, to clear my mind.As I strode down the busy streets, my thoughts returned to Nova and what transpired between us yesterday. I was still mad at her for everything that had happened. However, there was this sad feeling each time I thought of how she held hands with Brion. With the sad feeling came an anger so fierce it startled me each time. I had never been consumed by such an intense rage before, one that made me want to storm over to them and rip her off his arms. I wanted to dominate her, to possess
NOVAI put the phone on a high speaker as I drove out of the school car park, waiting for Brion to answer. “Hello, darling. Did you miss me?” Brion's cheerful voice filtered in, reminding me there were more good guys out there, ones who were better than that bastard Dashiell. Each encounter with him always made me question how blind I must have been years ago when I gave him my all. I must have been sick in the head, that I didn't realize what a bastard he was until I left. “Nova?” He called out, dragging my thoughts from my reverie and back to my phone. “Are you okay? Why aren't you saying anything?” “I want to leave,” I said, keeping my focus on the road and trying not to clench my fists hard on the steering wheel. “Why? Did you meet him again?” “Yeah, I did.” Nodding as if he could see me, I left the highway for the less busy street to avoid getting honked on by those desperately driving to work. “And he made you decide to leave?” “I can't take this anymore. Each encounte
The moment I stepped into the office, my jaw almost dropped to the floor at the Beauty. It was enough to take my mind off that damned bastard and his slutty girlfriend. The first thing I noticed was the large, rich brown mahogany desk, perfectly polished to a warm sheen. The desk was paired with a comfortable, high-backed leather chair upholstered in a complementary earthy tone.To one side of the room was a plush couch, its cushions a soft, creamy white. They positioned the couch to take advantage of the stunning view through the wall-to-ceiling window, which stretched from floor to top and allowed natural light to flood the space.From there, I could see those walking below, something I was grateful for since it overlooked the car park. Throughout the room, vibrant green plants added a pop of colour and freshness, their pots a decorative complement to the peach hue of the wall.I could tell, undoubtedly that the decorator put his all in the room. It was so breathtaking that I didn
Lunch was awkward. Dashiell tagged along with us despite my warning not to do so, and that made Astrid so clumsy that she ended up throwing everything to the floor. “I'm sorry,” she apologized for the twentieth time since we arrived. Her gaze kept on the turned-over plate on the floor as the waiter on standby rushed over to our table to clean it up. “It's okay. I will pay for the damages,” Dashiell said, dropping a wad of cash on the table as he got up. “Let's change to the other table. It's vacant and —” “I'm no longer hungry.” I rose from the chair and turned to Astrid, who was trying not to make herself as small as she could. “Let's go.” “But you haven't had anything yet,” Dashiell protested, reaching out to hold my arm, only to drop his hands to the side when I shot a dark glare at him. “Can't you at least have something before you go?” “With you here, I doubt I will have the appetite to eat.” I tugged Astrid up from the chair and led the scared woman out of the restaurant
“This wasn't part of the plan, Brion,” I spoke into the receiver, my annoyance filtering through. “Not only did you let me work alone in the company while you took care of your pressing need, but you are telling me I need to represent you in the meet and greet?” “I'm sorry, Nova,” he apologized, his tone regretful. “I didn't know things would turn out this way, I swear.”“Can't you take care of it after the meet? It's not like your investors will die if you delay it for a day or two?” I plopped down on the couch in the living room, and crossed my legs, my gaze going over to my babies who were playing with their Legos. “I don't think it can wait, Nova.” “But —” “Are you worried about the kid? Someone will be there in an hour to help you look after them while you leave.” “You know, that's not what I'm worried about, Brion. I don't want to freaking attend the meet and greet!” I was almost yelling out now, my frustration taking the best of me. This wasn't how things were supposed t