As the ambulance sped through the streets, sirens blaring, I felt my heart tearing apart. I couldn't lose her. Not now. Not ever. I just got her back. Losing her wasn't an option, not at all. I wasn't ready for it. And most importantly, I wasn't ready to face our kids.What will I tell them when they ask what happened to their mum? How would I have them know someone shot her on her way to the venue? Was I too demanding when I asked her to come over? Would it have been better if I urged her to stay back? She would have been safe, I know that.“Nova, please hang on,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “I love you. Don't leave me.”The nurses worked to stabilize her, but I barely registered their efforts. All I could focus on was Nova's pale face, her closed eyes, not aware of what was going on around her. We arrived at the hospital, and the paramedics rushed to unload Nova. I followed, still grasping her hand, as they wheeled her towards the operating room. But just as we reached the door
“Where are you, Dashiell?” My mother asked the moment she answered the call. It was as if she were waiting for my call, expecting it even. “Why didn't you show up at the venue? Do you know how worried I was? How much I tried to get in contact with you?!” she yelled out. "How could you act so childishly? Aren't you afraid of the tabloid and the story they will make up with your disappearance??" I pinched the bridge of my nose, inhaling deeply before I responded, “Something came up.” I didn't say more because I knew she wouldn't understand. Not only that, but she wouldn't be pleased if I left the company because of Nova. She wouldn't even care to know my wife was hospitalised.“Something came up?” She sounded sceptical. “What the hell is so important that you will neglect something like this for? Are you out of your senses?”“I just called because I know you will try my line. If you will be as unreasonable as you are now, I will have to tell you to forget about it.”I wasn't in the moo
“Huh?” I was too shocked to comprehend what just happened… Somehow, Nova might have met my mum, but what of the auction? Why would she sound so hostile when I only asked her about the auction? Could Nova have met her during it??? It seemed like —I froze when a certain thought filtered through my mind. What if Nova went to the auction? That would explain the huge amount of money she spent. Was she there because of my mum? Was that why she asked if I sent my wife over to counter her every move? Was she the one who got the prized item my mother wanted?A chuckle escaped my lips at that thought, and I had to cover my mouth when I received a glare from the man next to me, who was looking at me as if I were a pervert. He shuffled far from me, giving me a stern glare.“Sorry.” Apologizing, I turned and left the restroom, walking over to Nova's private room. A few nurses I met in my way nodded at me with a smile, which I reciprocated, something that wouldn't have been possible had it been th
“She was shot,” I told him, realizing I wouldn't be able to keep something like this from him for a long time. Not only that, I could tell Nova wouldn't be pleased to hear I kept this from him. She would want him to know seeing how close they were. So close, it made me angry each time I thought about it.“Shot?!” He screamed from the other end, his voice almost deafening. “When did that happen? Where is she? Did you find the one who hurt her? Where is the bastard??"“If I did know that, do you think I would be here listening to you?” I scoffed at that, crossing my legs as my gaze returned to the door. I saw three doctors enter the room Nova was lying in, but I didn't move towards them because of the call I was having. “Where are you guys? Is she in the hospital? Which one?” “I don't —”“Mr Dashiell, your wife has woken up!” The nurse who was in charge of watching her said, rushing out of the room with a cheerful expression on her face. She was barely keeping the smile off her face.
NOVAIt hurts, so bad I wished to lie back on the bed and give in to the pain. I wanted to sleep, to act lazy for once because I was sick, but I didn't do that. I had never been one to act lazy. Dashiell kept on doting on me, almost like a mother hen. Each time I turned, he would provide whatever he felt I needed at the moment. It became so much that I had to demand he leave me for a minute.“Nova?” He poked his head into the room, grinning. “Are you hungry? I got soup for you.” He fully stepped into the room, smiling sheepishly as he raised the food flask. “It's hot and —”“I'm still full,” I groaned, glaring at him. “Do you want to complete what the man didn't, by killing me with food?” It had reached the point of asking this. Having him dote on me at every turn made it seem like he wanted to smoulder me with kindness and attention.Blushing sheepishly, he stepped towards me and placed the food flask on the table. “Do you want to sit up? The doctors said you need to exercise. Not
“And you didn't tell me?” I glared, taking more spoonfuls of the soup because why not? I couldn't take my anger out on the poor soup just because he made me feel that way. “What did he tell you?” I pressed when he didn't respond to my initial question. He didn't seem like he wanted to do that. “Dashiell?”“Why didn't you tell me your car was tampered with? Would you have kept it from me had this thing not happened?” Though his tone was low, I could feel the hint of anger as he stared at me, his eyes narrowed. His question stunned me. It was the last thing I thought I would hear from him. Gulping, I asked instead, “How did you know?” “Brion informed me,” he responded, rubbing it on my face that my friend told me when I was trying to keep it a secret from him. “But that's none of my concern at the moment. I just want to know why you thought to keep this from me. I realize you don't trust me as much as I hope you will, and you are only doing this for the children, but I hope you will a
“I will be right back.” Before I could stop him, he was already at the door, slipping out before I could say another word. It was obvious from how he acted that he was running from me. But why?How could someone act as strange as he did after the argument we just had? It made little sense to me. Not only that, but it felt odd. Having someone who always fawned over me acting strange, felt so strange. I didn't like that feeling at all.Dashiell didn't return until an hour later. I know because of the small clock on the wall. He had it installed, so I could be able to tell the time with it. “Here.” He passed a phone to me. “My secretary brought this a few minutes ago. The numbers in your old SIM are in there. You can call whoever you want.” He turned and walked to the bench next to the door, and plopped down on it, stunning me. I figured he would sit on the chair next to the bed like he had always done, but he surprised me by keeping the distance between us. “Thanks.” I smiled at him,
For the first time, I didn't answer it as fast as I would have. I actually thought about the question and mulled over it before letting out a sigh. “I know you don't support my plans, and you assume I'm wasting my time by doing this, but I hope you will understand me someday,” I said, going around his question because I couldn't think of what to give in response. It was a hard question. Before I got to know a side of him he kept hidden while we were married, I would have easily said I hated him, but I don't feel that way anymore. I don't like him, mind you, but I don't hate him. All I wanted at the moment was to make him feel my pain, whatever feeling you would call this. Revenge? This came close. It just wasn't hatred. “Nova, I don't —” “Call me when the kids return from school.” I disconnected immediately and switched my phone off, placing it on the cupboard next to my bed. Sighing, I covered my face with my palms, trying not to grit hard on my teeth as I did so. What was wron
It seemed like the Nova who was acting like a saint downstairs, the one who cared about his health and wanted to take things slow, had been transformed. In her place was one who didn't care at all about anything else but getting her pleasure. My panties were soaking wet already, my pussy throbbing, eager to get down and dirty with him. I doubt I would be down to anything else that didn't include getting on my back with him between my legs, pleasuring me as if his life depended on it. The palm that was on my breasts drifted down. My breath stopped as he slid his hand into my panties. I was wet and ready for him. My responsiveness should have scared me, but it didn't. I didn't even think of how odd it was that I stayed for five years without being touched by another man, only for me to start feeling this damned aroused after just a month without his touch. Had he somehow made me a slave to his passion? I'd heard stories like this, but never thought someone would make a woman love them
“Fuck, Nova,” he growled, his voice getting deeper and sexier. I loved it. Everything about him was so tempting. I didn't think I would ever feel that way for him, but here we were, years after we got married, finally in love with each other. Back when I left the country, I never imagined such a day would come, but it seemed I was wrong all along. I rubbed my fist from the tip to the bottom, still looking at him. Even though his eyes were shut, I loved staring at his face, to know his expression. It was my way of knowing if he was getting into this like I was. I repeated the action once more, running my tongue around the tip of his dick, sucking it in. He groaned, cursing under his breath. Smiling around his dick, I wrapped my fists around him, stroking from the tip to the bottom. His scent, so musky and delicious, aroused me. I was wet and ready to have him make love to me as he promised, but at that moment, I needed to feel him in my mouth, take him deeper until he came. I wanted
I bit my lower lip, peering up at him through my lashes. I felt the flush go from my neck to my cheeks the more intense his gaze became, like he was staring into my soul, seeking answers I couldn't give with my mouth. He reached over to me and rubbed his thumb on my lower lips, his gaze fixed on mine. “What should we do, Nova?” His whispered voice washed through my body like a balm, reaching deep into my spirit. “You are sick,” was all I could manage to say. “You can't —”“It doesn't mean I can't satisfy you, Nova. My legs are yet to heal, but that didn't mean I can't pleasure you, can't make you moan my name as your pussy clamp down on my dick.”My breath hitched in my throat at his words. Gulping, I peered into his eyes. I didn't know how to respond to those words, to the desires swirling deep in his gaze as he placed his hand under my jaw and lifted my gaze towards him. “Dashiell —”“Do you want this just as I do?” He whispered, his breath fanning my face as he came closer. The w
Brion was discharged three days later. Unlike the past few days, he could stand now without being tired or helped. The doctors believe he will recover well at home. After getting discharged, I took him and the kids back home. Dashiell was still getting treatments. They would have discharged him with Brion had it not been for his legs. The doctors wanted to keep him in the hospital for a week more, to check on his recovery. I just prayed everything would work out perfectly. Two weeks later, I drove him back home. Amaya came over to stay in the hospital with him so I could return to work. We had been gone for days, and the shareholders were making snide remarks about it, so I had to return to take care of the office while he recovered. The past few weeks have been a busy one for me. There were piles of work waiting on my desk for me when I returned, and I had to also combine it with Dashiell's. Had it not been for Benita's help, I would have drowned in work. She was such a darling, h
The doctor removed the IV drip before I could visit Dashiell. Ben led me by the hand, keeping me steady as he took me over to the room. Brion and the kids hadn't been alerted yet, so they didn't know we were back. My phone was off, so I hadn't gotten a call from him — yet. However, I knew it was only a matter of time before he called the police to report about me.The moment I opened the door, my eyes locked with that of a shocked man. Emerald eyes bore into mine the second I stepped into the room. "Nova?” He whispered, his voice shaky. He looked like he was imagining me because he lifted his right index and rubbed furiously on his eyes before it landed on me. “You are real?”I nodded, as tears rolled down my eyes. Dashiell was a shell of himself. Just a few days in captivity, and he had gotten so lean, I hardly recognized him. His skin was pale, almost translucent, and his cheekbones jutted out sharply. I was frozen, staring at my lover, and imagining how much he had suffered to l
When I came to, I was lying on a bed. The scent of disinfectant in the room made me realize where I was. I slowly sat up, grimacing at the pain in my arm. I had a bandage wrapped around my biceps, one that was stained with blood.The monitor next to me beeped as if it could sense my discomfort. Wincing, I leaned on the bed as I looked around the empty room. From the looks of it, Ben took me to the clinic I left Brion in. Heaving out a breath, I closed my eyes as images of the last time I was awake assaulted me. A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. Snapping my eyes open, I looked towards it as it opened and Ben stepped in. “Thank God you are awake,” he said as he walked over to my bed and sat beside me, relief etched on his face. “Welcome back. You've been out for hours.”"Hours?" rubbed my temples, trying to clear the fog. “What of Gabriella?”“Dead. You did a pretty good number on her. The police have agreed to rule it out as self-defence. As she was an offender, it's not
“Where is Dashiell?” I asked after a few seconds, still wondering why she hadn't attacked me. I figured all it would take was a little talk before we get down to business. “Dashiell?” She made a face at that before a knowing smirk took over. Getting up, she glanced towards the stairs, which seemed like it had seen better days. The stairs didn't look like they would last for another year before caving in. Just like the rest of the house, it was dying — most times, I always believed houses were entities. She snapped her fingers and three men appeared from a door behind where she stood, their chest bare, showing off muscles that must have taken years to build. My heart skipped as I gripped the pistol in my hoodie tighter. I knew it was about time for the fight. But I doubt I could take the men on. Gabriella alone? I could. “Do you assume the gun you hid in your hoodie will help you, darling?” She smiled, her eyes crinkling at the sides. "How?" I was dumbstruck by the question. “How
It looked just like the place someone as shady as Zoey would be. As I approached, I noticed the overgrown yard and weeds sprouting through cracks in the pavement. Nature had reclaimed the property, wrapping vines around the porch pillars. I slowed my pace, my senses on high alert. Something felt off. Though Ben's hidden presence reassured me, my heart continued to thud like a bass drum in my chest. I took a deep breath and stepped onto the porch, the wooden boards groaning beneath my feet. The door creaked as I pushed it open, and I called out, “I'm here.” My voice echoed through the empty corridor. At first, nothing happened, until I heard a rather familiar voice asking me to come forward. I looked back at the place Ben was likely hiding in before I fully stepped in and closed the falling door. I shivered as I walked forward, guided by the dim lighting in the hallway before I arrived in the sitting room. A figure sat perched on one of the sofas, the minute I walked in. “Hell
I got dressed for the operation. We didn't return to the hospital because I didn't think it was necessary. Brion would undoubtedly try to talk me out of my plans, which was why I didn't attempt a return there, not until we had gotten everything sorted. Today, I vowed, would be the day I bring Dashiell back home. He had stayed too long with Zoey. It was time for him to return, to his home, to me and the kids.“Ready?” Ben turned to me, lifting a brow, when I stepped out of the motel I checked into to change out of my clothes. I had a bulletproof vest under a hoodie.To cover my guns, I stuffed them into the pockets of my hoodie, waiting until I got an excellent location to conceal them. “Ready,” I confirmed, adjusting my hoodie to ensure the bulletproof vest wasn't visible. “Well, as ready as I can, for a dangerous mission,” I added with a smile. Though I was feeling as nervous as hell, and it felt like my heart was about to leap from my chest, I acted like I was okay. Yeah, perfectly