ADONIS’S POVHow the hell had this happened?I paced relentlessly across the wardroom, my gaze locked onto Estelle’s unconscious form as she lay helplessly on the bed. The steady beating of the machines was the only sound breaking through the deafening silence as the same question replayed in my mind.How the hell had this happened?An oxygen mask covered her mouth and nose, her chest rising and falling rhythmically. Her lungs were filled with fresh oxygen, not a threatening injury in sight— yet she wasn't waking up.The door opened and the nurse who had been attending to her walked in, another oxygen bag strapped around her arm. I watched as the nurse took out the oxygen and at Estelle’s parted lips. My chest tightened.I stepped up to the nurse, “This is the fifth oxygen tann. Why the hell isn't she waking up?”The nurse barely flinched, answering me with a composure that pissed me off, like she this wasn't an issue worth stressing out over. “She’ll wake up soon. You just have to
ESTELLE’S POVThere was something strange about me, right from the beginning. My mind was divided into two distinct parts… darkness and light. All my life, that light took control over me, making sure I acted right at all times. That light overpowered me. But once in a while, there were circumstances when I let the darkness take over, seeking justice for the ones who intended to hurt me. While I was unconscious, I made a friend of the darkness. I made a vow that if I ever made it alive of this slumber, I’d let it overwhelm me. You can't blame me, because most humans are good until pushed to be bad, then the darkness slowly unravels in their hearts.I was pushed the night of that fire. I had no doubt this was Eric and Barbara’s doing. They’d cost me my life once, the life of my unborn child, and the life of my father. They took so much from me, but I still threaded gently and patiently, the good part of me still holding me back.Not anymore. I’d switched it off.I vowed to make sure
Adonis left for work later, while I stayed at home to rest. I wanted to go to the office so I could rub it in Barbara’s face that I was alive and well, but I guess the rest was needed.I was scrolling through my new phone--the old one had gotten burnt in the fire--when Chloe’s message flickered at the top of the screen. I opened it.‘I heard about the fire. Thank God you’re okay. We’re all hoping for a speedy recovery.’I replied, ‘Thanks. I'm completely fine.’‘Do you think Eric and your cousin had something to do with it?’‘Could have been an accident, but they're a suspect.’She was typing, then paused, and resumed typing again, like she was trying to be careful of what to say. Her text finally popped off.‘I think you should tell your husband, he needs to know if your life is in danger. Maybe he can protect you better than you’re doing on your own.’She had a point, but how could I tell him his brother tried to kill me, and I was skin-deep in a revenge scheme to ruin his life? I w
ADONIS’S POVI got out of the shower, wearing only my briefs, with a towel shrouded around my neck. Estelle adjusted, her arms above her head, just where I wanted them to be. She was tensed as I moved to my drawers, grabbing my pants. Her glare was sharp, watching my movements.“My arms are starting to hurt here,” she snapped, frustration evident in her voice.I ignored her and slipped into my pants. As I moved towards her, her eyes flickered to my bare chest each time she thought I wasn't watching.I smirked to myself. My gaze swooped down to her body— unlike her, I didn't hide it.Her knees were drawn up to her chest, her nightdress slipping dangerously low, exposing the soft skin of her thighs.Every part of me ached to touch her, we needed to have this conversation. If I let myself give in now, we’d never get to it.I leaned close to her, hearing her take a sharp intake of breath as my skin grazed hers. The warmth radiating off her was intoxicating, her sweet scent wrapping arou
ESTELLE’S POVBang!I jolted awake, breathing heavily as my heart raced. I’d had that nightmare again—the one where I relived the lapses of memory when my mother had tried to kill me.The gunshot had felt so real, my eardrums still ringing from it.As I looked around me, I remembered I wasn’t in my room and Adonis’s. I glanced to where he had slept but he wasn’t there.Where did he go to?A sudden urge to pee gripped me as I got down from the bed. Quickly, I headed to the bathroom. The moment I opened the door, I froze as my eyes went wide in shock.Adonis was in the shower… completely naked.My brain seemed to short-circuit as my eyes drifted down to his body, taking in the glorious sight of this man’s backside. And it was a glorious indeed. Water cascaded down his body, droplets clinging to his skin. I couldn’t move as my feet remained cemented to the ground as I watched in awe.As if noticing my presence, he turned. Our eyes and breath hitched. His expression was unreadable— no si
ADONIS’S POVThe maid’s dead body had been taken away to the morgue. She had no family members to identify her body and give her a proper burial. Estelle on the other hand had some kind of panic attack when she saw the body, but I managed to calm her down. I gathered seeing the maid had triggered some of her trauma when her mother tried to kill her.She was back in the room, while I was in my study, with Damian, studying the letter the maid left behind. It was a suicide note.Estelle had been able to identify the maid as the one in her room the night of the fire.“In the letter, she says she has nothing to live for,” Damian said, as he swirled the wine in his glass. “Her guilt was eating her alive. So, it’s clear she started the fire.”“But we still don’t know why she did it, or who made her,” I growled out, feeling my frustration building as I rubbed my temples.“We’ll find out, soon,” Damian said calmly. “Has Estelle started talking?”“She’s still hiding things. I’ve tried not to p
ESTELLE’S POVArrangements for the therapy session were made in no time. I told Adonis I could be comfortable with our family therapist; the one who’d helped me get the trauma of almost being killed by my mother-- though I didn’t tell Adonis every part of the story.The building was still similar, just a few touch-ups had been made in the interior. The walls held memories, a reminder of the ones I relived every night in my dreams.I still wished I could remember everything that happened that night.We walked up to the receptionist, Adonis’s hand at my waist as we stood by the counter. He was close, his body warmth enveloping mine. It was nice having someone who would protect you at all costs.If only he realized how terrible of a person I was.“We have an appointment with Doctor Stuart Masson,” Adonis did the talking while I stood, adjusting my sunglasses.“Good day. I’ll give him a call to let him know,” the receptionist said, reaching behind her desk, and dialing a number. She rai
I’d just come right out of the shower, a towel wrapped around my body and another on my hair. Adonis had left for his study, so I had privacy, and breathing space because his looming presence would infiltrate every corner of the room.I was starting to get used to being here, since he spent most of his time at his study, working. I walked up to the door to make sure it was locked, but then I had other thoughts. The image of Adonis, cock in my hand and lips all over my neck flashed in my mind, and heat rushed in between my legs as I bit my lower lip.Vulnerable Adonis had to be the sexiest thing ever, and I wished I got to see him being that way more often.As I walked towards the wardrobe to grab my clothes, a pull tugged at me. I had never snooped through Adonis’s things before, respecting the non-existent boundaries we’d set, but today felt different. A restless curiosity gnawed at me, and I couldn't ignore it.I opened his drawers and rummaged through his clothes, my fingers brushi