Rose
' Ana would have given him my message. I hope he will not shower his anger at her. Did I do the right thing to ask her to tell Liam everything? I hope he will understand why I did this?'
She skipped her heartbeat with a sudden loud noise, " What is this? " Her face blanched.
" My phone... " Miley replied.
" It's a horrible ringtone. Shouldn't it be in a silent mood? " She was breathing in rhythms to normal her heartbeat.
" Sorry! Unknown number. " Miley p
She was hearing whispering around her. She fluttered her eyes, while slowly opening them. Miley's smiling face caught her sight. " She's awakening! She's awakening!" She heard her excited sharp voice, " Hey! Rose." She smiled. " Hey, Miley! " She felt the pounding in her head and instantly closed her eyes. " Wake up! It's your wedding." she enthusiastically said with a grin. " What? " She snapped open her eyes and straightened up. Feeling giddy, she held the bedsheet in her fist. " You're looking more shocked than happy. " Miley smirked. She flitted her eye
She gazed at herself in the mirror. She was in a beautiful white bridal dress. It was a full sleeves net with floral shaped 3d net design on the bodice and arms. The rest was sheer white cream, triple layers of costly fabric and resting on her curves perfectly. Curls of long strands from her loose bun, which was surrounded by beautiful braids, were touching her bare shoulders. There was a platinum diamond necklace around her neck. She could feel the weight of it around her neck. Solitaire diamond earrings in her ears. Her thick lashes were loaded with mascara. Her eyes were beautifully covered by eye makeup. It was making the natural brown colour of her eyes attractive. Her lips were light natural red. Her face was glowing. It was exactly what she asked for, a natural glowing look. Her cheeks were shining a bit pink. " You are looking ma
Liam He didn't wanna deprive her of anything like his mother faced in her life. His father claimed to love his mother but he couldn't marry her. His father was the most powerful Mafia. All Italians and Russian were his allies. He couldn't tell her his real mother's name, Lily Black. Danil's voice dragged him out of his thoughts. He had selected an iPhone and Bouquet of her favourite white roses. He wanted to spoil his wife. " Do you need any help, brother? " Danil asked him, smirking. They were in a gift shop. He drove here with his brother Danil to select a gift for his wife as the first night gift. Although he knew her very well, she would not use this phone to call him. She was drun
She was fidgeting on her side in the bed. She was turning left to right, right to left and then straight glaring at the ceiling. He peeped at him. He was scooting his fingers rapidly on the keyboard. " What's disturbing you? " He said. His eyes were still locked with the screen. "Ho-w do you know every time? " She popped her elbow on the bed and glanced at him without blinking her eyes. " You're my wife." He said, still he didn't glance at her. " It doesn't make um, any sense. When I wasn't your wife you still guessed right," she said, moving her eyes back on the ceiling and laying on her back. &nb
' Maybe, I can help that person,' thinking she took more steps. She passed through it. She froze again. There were four bulky, tall, over muscular men. She came in without making any noise. So they didn't get any clue and were busy with their playing cards. She was wondering, How couldn't they hear the screams? It was an ugly place. It was a gargantuan hall but neat, with several metal doors. She could hear other voices now. She followed it. She was still gripping her shoes in one hand, scarf and chocolate bag in the second hand. She was feeling the cold rude concrete floor beneath her soft feet. She reached for another door. It was already wide open. Her body went numb when she peeped in. That poor man screamed again. He brought his knife filled with crimson red near the poor man's skin. After wiping it on the poor
Ear-piercing noise broke her raw dormancy sleep. She stirred with a faint squeal. Her eyes opened with a snap and roamed around. She sighed when she found herself in her room instead of the dungeon tied up. She gawked at her hands and feet. They were not tied. She was thinking they would treat her like that poor person in the horrible colourless square area. Her heartbeat was louder. Stepping out of the mattress, she trudged toward the window. Her eyes widened with dread. Four guards were on the ground holding their hands. She saw blood on their hands. Her eyes caught the two guards who stopped her to come in the morning. She glimpsed him standing with a gun. She couldn't see his face. She faltered back. She clearly remembered the guard's words and her words to them. She didn't want to be the reason for anyone's death. ' I've to stop him before he kills them. ' She thought. &nbs
He brought her into the room. He kindly put her on the bed as he'd break her. She didn't want to trust any of the stories right now they had created. That man in the cell might be a bad person. He and his brothers! Were they saints? She couldn't trust them without having any proof which assured her that they were not evil. She thought of the movement when Angelina said, ' He's worse than the mafia. ' What could be the meaning of that? She had seen a little piece of it. Overthinking befuddled her. Her head started pounding again. She pressed her head in her palms. " Are you alright? " His voice snapped her out of her thoughts. She stared up at him. He put a bucket of water on the marble floor. He held her feet. &nb
She cursed herself for being so careless. Reprimanding herself for answering his call, she threw her head back on the seat and closed her eyes. She didn't know what to say to him. She was pretty scared of what would come next. She picked it up and rested it near her ear. It was quiet, " Liam, " She whispered. She heard him deeply breathing. A deep beep hit her ear. She saw the display. He hung up the call. Tears were pinching in her eyes to swing out. She peered out of the window. She was scared of the person next to her. Liam hung up on her. She was feeling scattered. She didn't know how to survive in his cruel world. He, his bodyguards and his family couldn't protect her every time. It was an accident. It just happened. Tears trailed down her cheeks. 
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