She found herself lying under the comforter. She woke up with a jerk after another nightmare. Beads of sweat tickled on her forehead. She embraced the comforter more closely. Pushing herself up, she smoothed her hair. Her gaze drifted around the room. It was empty. The fear confiscated her. Taking a deep breath, she tried to control her emotions. She shivered and let out a shriek. She glanced at the nightstand. She froze when she saw a pink paper on the nightstand next to her ringing phone. She was looking at the paper with shocked eyes. Another jolt of fear made her heartbeat skip when she heard the click of the door. Her head swiveled toward the door. Sweat trailed down her neck to her forehead. She saw a pink frill and a familiar smiling face came into view, "Did you like my drawing?" Selena asked with a broad grin on her face. She spun to the nightstand and dragged the pink paper with her shivering hand. She saw color pens on the
KAIRO "I'm very serious, Kairo," Salvatore said, clenching his teeth. His wry smirk deepened, "I'm very serious, too. Spill!" He ordered. "I'll cut your balls. If you share a single word with Ria and try to hurt her," He snorted with a deep frown. His smirk remained on his face, "Underline my words in your brain. I won't hurt. My. Wife," His gaze turned penetrated. Salvatore nodded and averted his gaze from his intense gaze, "She was sixteen. When she started to get slurry notes. She didn't sleep all night, just crying and frightened to be alone." A long exhale left his body. He arched his brows. She was scared last night. But it was also impossible when he was head of security. 'Then it wasn't a nightmare. She lied. I knew it when she couldn't look into my eyes. I couldn't get time to look in deeply. She's my liability. He didn't need to know the timing. ' "Your Capo couldn't catch him. He's still alive out ther
A smile spread across her face, recalling her conversation with her husband. She opened the door and stopped as many sets of eyes turned to her. She stood there holding her breath, looking at them with big eyes. "Hello, ma'am." A tall and lean woman walked ahead. Her short blonde hair was tucked in a ponytail. Her black suit was loose on her slim body, "I'm Rachel Martin, your personal bodyguard." She said. Her mouth gaped, "Who appointed you?" She asked. "Sir Kairo." She slightly bowed her head. Her face was unreadable. She took a deep breath and drifted toward the stairs. She heard footsteps and stopped near the stairs. She spun, "Are you following me the entire day? I'm..." She was about to say more but halted. 'I don't know how he put the box in the bedroom. It will work in my favor.' She nodded and turned to the stairs again. The hall was silent in the morning. She strode toward the kitchen. Ana and Isha were cooking. Rose was
It infuriated her that there was no privacy. The security was so tight inside and outside of the mansion. Somehow, someone still was able to put the box in her room. She was careful. She couldn't put herself under lock. Due to her fear, she couldn't ditch the day and the duties the marriage brought upon her. She was about to leave the room but halted. He was dressed in a charcoal grey suit with a maroon silk tie. It was matching his eyes. His forehead was creased under his dark expression. Her heart began to beat faster. She didn't want him to know anything about the stalker. It would complicate things between them. People considered him evil, a monster, commanding the streets of the city. Her eyes sparkled as they locked with him, "Good morning," She blushed and controlled hard to rein her smile. The harsh expression on his face faded, "Good morning," He nodded, slipping his phone in his pocket. He advanced his strides at her. Her s
She glanced at the door and hesitated to go out. She could hear his voice, issuing orders, checking security. She was feeling relieved that he knew. Now, she would be safe. But the guilt of hiding was nagging her. Though she didn't consider it compulsory to tell him anything. She was considering this chapter to be closed years ago. She walked over to the door, but she couldn't lift her hand to twist the knob. "I would behead you if I find any negligence. Keep the kids out of trouble. That's your responsibility, Paul." His voice was full of authority. "Yes, Sir." She heard a heavy male voice. A shiver ran down her spine in fear. She could feel the intensity of the situation. She was blaming herself for putting their lives in danger. Whoever was he? He was a psycho. She pursed her lips together to rein new forming tears in her eyes. She drew herself back and walked over to the window. She stared at the spot where she saw Rose clinching the gun.
A slow grin formed over her face. They talked about normal things, like a normal couple. She put the dress back and ran her hand through her hair. She was so lost in her thoughts. While walking out of the washroom, she hit her head with a solid body. She stumbled back. Her hand shot to her forehead as she began to rub it. She looked in his calm eyes. A smile spread over her face. "Sorry, I didn't see you." The trouble was she couldn't stop thinking about him after coming home from the drive. She wanted to know the plans for tomorrow. Violence was in his nature. But seeing him smiling changed everything. She wanted him to like her too. She couldn't read his gaze which nerved her, "Good night, " She muttered, walking away. His hand slid on her arm, he tugged her back to his chest. Her eyes widened. His hand slid across the back of her neck and up into her hair. His fingers curled, and he tugged, pulling her head closer.
She paced Inside the mansion, following Dean. Her guards were striding behind her like shadows. She looked over her shoulder and frowned at them. They acted like robots. "You hate them, too!" Dean laughed. "Do you, too?" She asked. "No!" He laughed and turned his index finger at Rose and Isha. They were sitting in the living area and laughing over something. She glanced around to find Ana. "There you are," Isha got on her feet and scurried at her. She clasped her hand and pulled her to the couch. Dean walked toward the double wooden door. Her eyes flashed over Rose, sitting on the couch comfortably, her cheeks were rosy and radiating skin. Her stomach was looking bigger. "I couldn't talk to you that day. Are you alright?" She asked, concerned. Rose patted the space next to her on the couch. Her smile was reaching her eyes. She sat down and looked around the house. It was the second copy of Rodriguez
She woke up at her usual time. The room looked empty. She felt saddened. After consummating, she was hoping he would lay next to her, demanding more. A tear slid down her cheek. Wiping it with the back of her hand, she swirled her neck and froze. His gaze was heated against her body. She felt the cold air against her skin. "Good morning," His brows creased. She tugged the comforter up, "Good morning." She cast her eyes low, blushing, forgetting her sadness. He towered over her and leaned in to kiss her, "Call me if you need anything," He said. She nodded. She could feel his calmness and peaceful environment surrounding her. He leaned down and pressed his lips softly on her head. She exhaled softly, pushing away the nagging thoughts. She clenched the soft fabric to her chest and watched him striding out. He clicked the door behind him. She wanted to find a quiet corner to grip her feelings. The storm of emotions wante
ARIANA She wasn't surprised when Kairo suddenly decided to leave Detroit. She was back in his mansion. She hissed in pain as she softly placed her finger on the bruise over her forehead. Her blonde hair was in unruly waves and cascading down her shoulders. Her phone began to ring. She swirled her head at the desk. Sauntering forward, she swiped it up in her hand with a smile, "Sal, I'm fine. I've told you many times." She muttered. "Yeah! Yeah! I trust you. Still, I wanna know. How are you now?" She wasn't regretting that she couldn't spend time with her brother as he was busy catching the trouble. She sat on the couch, staring down at the carpet, "I'm good." 'I haven't seen my husband after reaching home. He's not answering my calls. I don't know what to do.' The door opened softly. Her head jerked at it, her breath caught in her throat at the sight of him. She was looking at him without blinking, "I'll call you later,
KAIRO His cuffs were unfastened and his sleeves were rolled up. His hands were gloved. A knife was gleaming in his hand. The blade was covered with blood. The crimson was dripping on the floor. A low growl rumbled through his chest, his glare was fixed at him. There wasn't any part of his skin visible clean. He was covered in his own blood. His fingers were missing, several cuts on his palms and the back of his hands. "Leave something for us, Kairo." Danil's smirking tone reached his ears. He leaned against the opened door, looking down at struggling, groaning in pain Tony. Tony stared at them with hate in his eyes. The cloth in his mouth was muffling his screams. Kairo glowered and fisted in his face, "Lower your gaze, piece of ****!" He snarled, punching his hand one more time. He made another hit over the back of his hand, on the several cuts. Tony howled in pain. His face creased.
A shiver moved up her body when she found their guards' gazes on her. She managed a nervous smile and took the way to the kitchen. Her body tensed involuntarily when they started to walk behind her. She tried hard not to show fear. They just needed a little hint and it would reach Kairo. She could have lost her mother forever. Her heart was racing so hard and fast she was fearing it was enough for them to notice that something was off. The tension in the air was surrounding her or only she was feeling it. The maids looked up at her. She ignored them as her gaze fixed on the second door of the kitchen. She looked over her shoulder. They were busy inspecting the area. One of the maids stepped forward, her head bowed. The staff wasn't changed. She recognized her immediately. She could ask for their help but she didn't want to put their lives in danger. She could only hope that her husband would save her from her father's danger. But no one could save the
She had learned how to bury those feelings, she felt when she found herself alone in the room. She was frightened to imagine the stalker around her every time. The fear and anxiousness, she couldn't control. The heavyweight that she was feeling in his absence was making her suffocate. She blinked a few times, plucking her eyes away from the door. It opened softly. Her heart began to race in anticipation. A slow smile appeared on her face. "Ria," Her mother walked into the room. She didn't let her smile drop, "Mom," She hurried her feet at her mother, "Is dad treating you..." Marcella shook her head, "Did he hurt you?" She cupped the side of her face. A deep frown foamed over her face, "Why would he hurt me, Mom?" She shook her head in disapproval, "He's not father," She added, looking into her eyes. Marcella glanced at her, looking stunned, "He isn't cruel." "Why would he?" She relaxed that her mother wasn't g
Tension radiated from her. She didn't want to come and meet her family in such a condition when she knew there was a stalker out there who was too dangerous. Silence filled her thoughts when she looked at her husband. It wasn't any special occasion. Only Vincent and his trusted guards knew the reason for their arrival. Her father and mother and the entire outfit were unaware of it. She was planning to stay away from her father. They had busy days. It didn't count when she was in danger. Her father, Dominick, had thrown a party welcoming them. She ran her fingers over the diamond necklace around her neck. Her gaze halted on a simple thick bangle of silver. Kairo had asked her to not remove it. She wasn't interested in putting it on, but Kairo insisted on it. It looked like a classic piece, but she still found it boring. The silence could be felt around her. She was dreading it. She stared off toward the garden out of the window. She hadn't prai
KAIRO He wanted to be in the middle of the street, fighting, drawing blood from his enemies' bodies. He sharply breathed in, adjusting his tie. He ran his hand over his coat. His brother's gun was lying beneath it. The clicks of the heels drew his attention, decreasing his frustration. He moved his gaze on her body swiftly. She was wearing a grey dress, the dress was moulding with her body. She smiled at him when his gaze met her through the mirror. She couldn't hide her fear. "I'm ready," She breathed out and fidgeted on her feet. Buttoning his coat, he turned to her, "You don't need to be afraid when I'm with you," He said. After staring at him for a second, she nodded her head, "Um, I saw Travis out of our door." She said, nervously. A grin appeared on his face, his forehead creased as he walked over to the door and pulled open it. His brows furrowed further at the sight of Caspian, "You're late,
KAIRO The phone vibrated in his pocket. He took it out and smirked at the number. He hit on the accept and put the phone to his ear, "I wasn't thinking to reach this to your ears so soon," He said in a casual relaxed way. "I don't accept my men's betrayal." His voice was cold as usual on the speaker too. "You should know what's running under your nose," He clenched the phone in his hand in exasperation, recalling the scared face of his wife. "It's Dominick's family matter," "Now, it's out of control and affecting my family." His jaw tightened. "I've given words to Liam. I won't interfere between him and his prey." He clenched his hand, "Good for you," He hit on the end button. He cursed as he didn't ask him the reason for calling him. He didn't want to call him back. "You need to use your head, instead of anger." He spun, pocketing his phone. His brows creased as he looked at Danil, "What do you want,
She strolled out of the house. She was clutching her purse in hand. 'Olivia has shown trust in me. I can't let it break. I can handle kids. I have seen Rose and Isha. Rose is going to the hospital for the checkup. Olivia is staying with her and Isha doesn't want to miss any opportunity to be with her sister in her pregnancy.' Opening the back door, she sat in the car. She wasn't familiar with guards yet but she recognized Rachel immediately when opened the passenger side door and hopped in. Rachel gestured at the driver. Her smile was telling she was content with her life. The flash of time spent with Kairo made something warm and unusual grow within her. She watched the vast plain grassland enclosing the private road. She busied herself with her phone, strolling down her I*******m account. She didn't post her pictures, she used them to see the latest fashion. The car slowed down. She didn't look up from her phone. She froze when
She was staring at her reflection. Minutes passed. Her hair was wavy and resting on her bare shoulders. She applied red lipstick after doing the makeup. The door cracked open. She glanced over her shoulder, her heart immediately skipping a beat before taking on an erratic note. She watched him walk in. His look was different from his usual look. He was draped into a black t-shirt and black jeans. She couldn't force her gaze away from him. His expression never gave anything away. He wasn't in a foul mood, for sure. She spun on her pointed heels and smiled. The air around him was carrying power. The strength in his body was evident despite his dark clothing. Shoving his hand out of his pocket, he offered his hand. She liked it when he did so. Her smile broadened. She wanted him to return the smile, but she wasn't keeping expectations. He squeezed her hand when she slipped her hand in his. He made her walk out of the room. She wanted