EVELEEN'S POV Divorce! I acted brave but I wasn't. Divorce! He was out of his mind. How could he? Divorce! I fisted my hands in aggravation. His one word was echoing in my mind, cutting through my heart. I blew the air out of my lungs. I was seeing him after thirty days. I was relieved to see him. But it lasted only for a few seconds. Why does he want Divorce? Fear clawed at my chest of losing him. It made tears leak from my eyes. What has happened in these last thirty days? I got injured. He doesn't seem bothered about it. He didn't offer me any help. How could he ask his men to haul me? I looked at him. Anger flared through his gaze, his face impassive. His menacing gaze made the blood drain from my face. I was terrified by the odd silence, "Where were you?" I asked, trying to play calm. I wasn't. He asked his man to prepare the Divorce papers. My throat closed up. "Shouldn't I ask you this?" His voice was cold, his fingers
When I opened my eyes after an hour of a dead sleep. Mini was sitting in the chair. My anger flared. I huffed out a breath and turned away from her, "Get out," Two simple words. I was hoping she would understand me and leave the room. "You're not pregnant." She whispered the words so softly that they hardly reached my ears. "I know," I gave the file and began to roam my eyes over the letters. I was pregnant. And the second page was verifying that the baby belonged to him. It infuriated me. I chucked it away from me. "It's my report." Mini said, holding it. I thinned my lips, "Are you here to blackmail me? Go ahead." "No, Evie." She tried to hold my hand. I pushed myself away from her. I stared at her, "I don't care about anything. After three months he'll know the truth. You can tell him now. I have nothing to lose." Her eyes turned glassy, " Evie! You don't understand." "I understand everything. My husband lost his memory. His.
I didn't want to open my eyes and break the dream. If it were. He walked over to the door when someone rapped. I looked at him closely. His face wasn't displaying any expressions. His gaze was guarded too. I wouldn't be surprised if he treated me badly again. My stomach flipped when I stared at the v shape of his back, his skin was toned. I forced my gaze away. I was waiting for him to speak. I had a feeling I shouldn't expect anything pleasant from him. 'He's unpredictable.' He returned holding a tray. The chunk of the tray against the glass table broke my thoughts. He glanced at me. No emotion was on display. His moves were showing his abs and the curves of his muscles when he wore them. "Your breakfast." He spun and grabbed his white shirt. He slid his arms in it. His phone rang. He grabbed it and swiped to answer. He wedged the phone between his shoulder and ear. He didn't utter a word like his old habits. He began to fasten the cuff. I couldn't ho
I finished my breakfast trying not to think about anything. A Cold shiver of dread skated down my back as I heard a loud thud out of the door. I hurried out of the room. The man was on the ground, blood was running from his nose, mouth. When I looked up, I gasped and reared back, hitting the door with my back. "Evie," He advanced his steps toward me. "Assassin!" I squealed in fear. He immediately halted between us, stopping Aarav away from my back. Aarav ran his hands through his dark hair, spinning away. His back was on me. I heard him cursing multiple times. Both hands were shoved in his pockets. I looked around for Rose. Should I be scared of him? Can he harm me? "You don't need to fear?" He said, turning to me. "Why did you marry her?" I was worried about Rose. She wouldn't have been familiar with his cruel side. ''Because I love her, " He spoke softly. "I don't trust you," I took a step back. Duante had recently war
I couldn't suppress the grin that appeared on my face. I opened my eyes and I wasn't alone this morning. My leg rested over his thighs, and my hand was over the small mountains over his abdomen. His eight abs. The most handsome man. My man. I couldn't stop myself from poking the tip of my finger on one of his abs. My smile was broadest, recalling our memories. My heart began to pound when I raised my gaze to him and found him looking back at me. His expression was schooled. He arched his eyebrows. I should control my usual habit, pressing his abs to see his strength. "Good morning," I chuckled. I was a little nervous. He is unpredictable. He could break my finger. He pushed himself up on his elbow, shadowing over me. I gulped, my smile wavered. He wouldn't hurt me. Would he? He drew his face closer. I tightly shut my eyes. Fear tightened my stomach. I felt his lips on my cheek, "Morning, love." His voice was a slow whisper. I was stunned an
I crossed over the calendar. Forty-Five days! The plane had landed in New York. But I wasn't staying there any longer. I traveled by road and reached this beautiful place, Alberta, in Canada My small house was surrounded by green, tall trees. Thanks to Assassin. There were enough pounds in his wallet to travel and rent a beautiful small house. There were two bedrooms in the wooden polished house, one kitchen, one bathroom, and a small living area. Enough for me. I have a job. I miss him. I woke up every morning crying, I cried before sleeping. My job kept my mind away from his thinking but my heart, my heart never stopped enchanting his name. I didn't dare to speak his name. He must be finding me in every possible place in the world. He wouldn't come here. I worked for an advertising company. Assistant! It involved—event managing, carrying files and tea and coffee for my boss, calendar work, email, and phone etcetera kind of stuff. It paid the rent of the hou
I put on the golden dress and ran my shivering hand on the fabric. I could feel the goosebumps on my skin. It still made me jump out of my skin when the sight hovered in my mind. I shook my head. ' I'm not thinking about him. ' I grabbed my matching golden clutch and shoved the keys and my phone in it, but I stopped when I saw Lucinda's message pop up on the screen. She wanted me to come soon, an hour before the party's beginning time, and check out the arrangements, catering, and decorations. The new owner of the publication was coming. I dropped the phone in and clicked it to lock. I locked the door and turned to my car. My heart began to thud loud when I saw that black car again at the same place. Everything stilled inside me for a second. He could be a stalker, or Duante, or Assassin. I don't know. I hurried to my car and opened the door. I got behind the wheel. I was watching the car through the corners of my eyes. Panic started to
DUANTE'S POV Anger burned through my veins when I saw one of the foes pointing his gun at my wife. I pulled out the gun from my holster and pointed at him. I could see her shivering. I turned my gaze to the target and pulled the trigger twice. The first pierced through his scalp and the second cut the rope he was holding for his dear life. Anger shimmered through my skin. Dread clung to her face. Her eyes shut and she fell to the ground. I reached for her and bent down. I took her in the ring of my arms and ran my hand and gazed at her back. She was fine, just unconscious. I stifled my anger and let out a slow breath. The door opened behind us, "Aakash, call the doctor." I rushed the words out of my mouth. "Yes, boss." He said. I scooped her up and strode out of the room to my suite. "Situation is under control," Willam said. Drake was assigned something important. I nodded. My gaze was sweeping around. I caught
A smile crawled on my face. The dark was hiding me. They took care of each other like brother and sister. Tom should be with his wife. He was comforting my scared wife as a father does to his scared little girl. "I won't talk to him when you find him. He shouldn't have disappeared." My wife wasn't looking certain about her threat. It broadened my smile. Like my wife, Tom believed it too that I could be alive and out somewhere watching them. They weren't wrong. They don't need to know it, just for now. "Do you think Andrew could be the stalker?" I saw fear in her eyes. I should have listened to her when she first voiced her dread. It's never too late. We might not be together but we were safe. And we were a family. Tom shook his head. "You're not thinking about it, your nightmare or anything. Your baby needs you now. You should be happy." "I don't know how to smile and be happy without him. He said right I didn't die without him. But I don't know how to l
I hopped in silently and accelerated the car. My phone vibrated in my pocket. I ignored it but it continuously began trembling in my pocket. I clicked on Bluetooth to answer it. "Boss, One of them survived. Aaron sir went in to interrogate him, himself." "And" I kept my eyes on the road. I could not take the nagging thought out of my head that they could have kidnapped her. There would not be any chance left to capture him but to attack him. "He has given us an address." It could be a trap. I hadn't known anyone spilling their guts out of their mouth until Aaron had made wounds on his already cut skin. "I'm not certain." I muttered. If I wasn't sure about anything, I couldn't sit until I got into the bottom of it. "Hire someone from a local gang. I need the report within six hours." I clicked to disconnect it. Meeting with Aaron or everything could wait. There was something essential. Why did my wife run away? I pulled t
"Devil," I hoarsely said. I was chasing my wife, and I checked into the same motel. It must be related to the footage. I was fucking furious at her My jaw was clenched under the mask. "The famous devil?" Assassin asked, looking a little shocked. He didn't know anything about me being Devil. But he was aware that there were some hidden guards watching my wife from afar. No one needed to see the face behind the mask. "I should recognize you from your look. No one has ever seen you." I nodded. Anger was still boiling inside me. My wife's eyes were on me. I looked at her, coldly. "Um, the shop owner must have called the police." She muttered, looking nervous. "I've messaged the cleaned-team." I said. Drake would be here with guards soon. I needed one of them alive. It could be a big help. My wife wouldn't be the only one Andrew would have sent to be kidnapped. For now, I wasn't going to leave my wife's side. "I don't know what a cleaned-te
Is this happiness I'm feeling? Did my father feel it when my mother was pregnant? I would have definitely asked him if he were alive. But I haven't been this relentless then. I ran my thumb over the black-and-white photo. My child. I haven't seen him, hold him but I feel attached to him. Tom must be feeling this. I couldn't talk to him. There are some battles that we have to face alone. He was acting on my advice and concentrating on the business. But he was also digging into the matter, trying to find the person who was behind all this. I heard the softest footsteps. It was easy to detect when you were aware of your surroundings. My eyes lifted from the file. Cristiano strode into the hall, his hands were shoved in his pockets. I motioned him to the front chair. " I was expecting you, but not alone?" My brows shot up. I was certain he would fall in love with Angela. Her frightened look reminded me of the day when I first saw my wife, draped in a bea
I did everything to keep her safe. I'll do it again. I have pushed her away from me. I hope it will be the last time. I pinched the bridge of my nose. It's going to be a difficult time for her. I hope she will keep my words in her mind. "We should tell Tom." Aaron's voice reached my ears. I shook my head. My wife would do anything to hear the truth from him. Uncle and his son, Andrew would notice it instantly. Andrew might be an eccentric person but he was good at playing mind games. It kept him alive for a long time. He should die in that building. "I want them to trust that. If he would be smart, he would remember our last conversation." I stared out at the night sky. I never let my guard down. My brothers know me. My wife has witnessed the happy side of me. I'm possessive and protective. "You're right, but I hate this." He told me. "I know." I muttered, it was a hard decision to take but to end this game forever, I had to do t
For now, it would be only Aaron and Drake. It would be better if fewer people knew about it. "Drake, call them to meet me in the warehouse. Now!" He said. Aaron's eyebrows shot up. "We have a meeting after two hours." He rubbed his fingers on his two-day-old stubble. "He can wait. Just message him this location. Traffic is going to keep him busy. It would earn us some more time." His blazing gaze turned to Drake. "There should be no trace of human activities." Drake nodded. "We can call them after meeting with Antonio Sir, boss." He suggested. "Just tell them to be here." He lashed. Drake bowed his head and drifted out of the old wooden office. "You should hear him. There may be a point in his suggestion." Aaron said. He smiled his way. "I know what I'm doing." His grip fastened on the back of the old chair. Aaron looked at him, holding no expression on his face. "I have a feeling. You have already planned eve
AFTER TWO DAYS... Anger surged through him. He leaned across the counter and stared out with a deep scowl. "He cut his body in hundred pieces," Drake said, a disgusting look on his face. "And Sofia and her son?" He asked. His arms were folded over his chest. His hands were fisted tightly that his knuckles went white. "Arsh and Aakash are searching for them. We haven't gotten a clue yet, boss. " Drake shook his head. "Boss, Aaron Sir has reached," Cey said. He slightly nodded his head and pushed him away from the counter. His eyes were matching the color of his, and two inches shorter than him, his cousin, walked into the hall. Opening his arms, he embraced him. "Brother, it's important or I would have never asked you to come when Eveleen is pregnant." Aaron said. He patted his back strongly. "Is everything alright?" He asked him. "You need to hear it out." Taking long strides back, he took the couch. "I can trust your Ten?" He ask
Antonio's POV I hadn't heard from my daughter. I had called her grandma. But she wasn't answering. He had sent his guard to check on them. He never liked the habit of her denying the security around her. She wanted to lead a normal life and he loved her so much to give her anything. Duante walked in the hall. Drake was always with him. He still remembered the small boy smiling but it was for a short period. After his parent's death, he adopted a cold expression. He was glad that he opened up for his wife. He could still see a little glimpse of his happy side around his wife. But it faded after he lost his memories. "Did we get any clue, son?" Antonio asked, getting on his feet. His head was still mulling over his daughter and grandchild. He glanced at him for a long second. "Is Sofia alright?" Duante asked, his poker face wasn't giving anything. "It has been a week. I called Betha's house. She didn't answer. I'm worried. She always leaves a message
He was smirking, madness could be seen in his eyes. His lustful eyes were glued on the display. He ran his thumb on her rosy lower lip. "Soon! The day isn't that far. The day you'll be in my arms, beneath me." He laughed, rubbing his hand on his chest. "Er... It's a bad idea. She's pregnant." Cole told him, looking over his shoulder at the display. A wave of fierce anger rose in him. He jumped on his feet and turned to him with a sharp expression. He grasped his neck in a death grip. He began to jab several punches in his face. Cole groaned in pain, trying to dodge his punches and lifting his both arms. It only infuriated him more. He was a mad person. His knuckles were crimson with his blood. He broke his jaw. " Andrew," Max came running into the room. "He's important. You can't ruin his face." He curled his both arms around his middle pulling him away from him. Cole fell to the ground, and the front of his shirt was soaked in his blo