CHAPTER EIGHT: He left, AgainCHAPTER 8: He left, AgainOn this wedding day, I feel as if I'm attending my own funeral. As if a key part of my being is slowly fading, an emptiness grips me. Perhaps this part of me died a long time ago, but I'm only now feeling its absence.I never imagined happily ever after or romantic weddings. Instead, I was drawn to stories of hideous beasts and demons. Such memoirs, I believed, carried more truth than fairytale ending.Maria clung to her conviction in her white knight and the fairy tale she had created for herself, in the words of a great author. Her feelings for her husband had grown stronger as they grew older. Despite the obstacles in her path, Maria persevered till her fairy tale ended happily.Such a life seemed unattainable to me. My personal path to marriage, on the other hand, was not what I had anticipated. I was sold like cattle to the highest bidder. As I look in the mirror, I see myself dressed in a modest white dress with lace that c
CHAPTER 9 To be continuedI'm lying on my stomach, gazing through my rifle's scope.Even though Hades was a strict security guard, he could not eliminate the invisible soldiers on the roofs, especially in remote areas.Additionally, because the church is low, all nearby structures may be used as sniper nests. After all, this is London, where tall buildings are a surefire way to accomplish goals.I focus on the altar, where a stunning woman stands beside Raven. I close in till I can see her well. She looks magnificent in white, almost like some messed-up angel that descended to punish people.Rose's expression, though, is anything but angelic. The twisting of her lips and the reddening of her delicate neck, pleading for my fingers to wrap around them, are visible even though she is still hidden behind numerous layers of makeup.She's become an expert at bottling her rage, but not enough to trick me. After all, when she attempted to tame or at the very least conceal her impulsive attit
CHAPTER 9: THE WEDDINGI travel to the church in a minute. Hades is seen at the front. Their knuckles are white, and they have a terrible countenance. When he sees me, his stress doesn't go down. If anything, his anger bubbles up like a raging volcano.I get out of my car and hand a little box to one of the security guards while still holding out the spare keys. In case of an emergency, I always carry a backup.In a split second, Hades is in front of me. The question, "Where the fuck have you been?"I shake the package in his presence. “I just remembered the rings while getting them.”He looks at me with narrowed eyes but says nothing, so I push by him and go inside while seeming anxious about being late.Nathan and Raven's expressions relax when they see me. It would have been disrespectful to Rose and the entire brotherhood if I hadn't arrived. I may have received forgiveness in the past, but if I left Raven's granddaughter at the altar, he would either cut off my head with his own
CHAPTER TEN: WEDDING WAR Eya and Zeth appear by my side in a split second, looking alert and clutching their guns. I discover Uncle Raven defending Belle, Nathan, and surrounding Belle in a circle while holding their weapons rigidly in their arms. I'm being carried by Ethan toward the priest's location. I flipped up my dress, twisted my hand free of his grip, and ran toward Uncle Raven, Father and Belle. Never would I put my family at risk to rescue myself. At least they stand up for the boss with enough loyalty. Hades rushes outside, pushing people aside as he looks through the revolver magazine. Like a gathering storm, his supporters follow him. Nathan agrees, saying, "The outside isn't safe yet. We have to remove the boss before Hades shows up.” I point in the direction the priest went and say, "I'm not taking him away." I look back, believing Ethan has vanished, but a deep part of me, an irrational part, holds on to the hope that he didn't. "Old churches have hiding places."
CHAPTER ELEVEN: ENEMY AT THE WEDDINGMin HaoHe is closer to me than his guard, slimmer, and exudes the aura of an assassin working underground. He was wearing his jacket when the ceremony started, so I assume he misplaced it and is now just sporting a black shirt and a pair of jeans. Like his guard, he has Asian eyes but is darker and enigmatic. His hair is long, inky black, pulled back and reaches his nape. His face is larger than most of his compatriots, and his demure beauty fits the part.Kai is a dangerous individual and the shareholder of the local Yakuza. He is still one of our allies and a cunning investment in our company."What are you doing, Min?" I yelled as I let go of my hands to each side of me.He took a little pause before speaking softly with a perfect American accent. "I suppose I should ask you that.""What the heck are you talking about?"“I'll admit that I didn't think you could pull off a hit at your wedding, but I won't make the same error again.”"A hit?"I
CHAPTER TWELVE: A GLIMPSE OF USROSE POVDid he just mention that he intends to finalize our marriage? Yes, I believe he did. His comments cause me to become speechless for a while, with my limbs remaining still and my grip on his shirt relaxing. For some reason, unrelated to the preceding adrenaline spike, my chest heaves up and down heavily.I stare at him as he carries me, taking in the strong angles of his jaw and the straight but slightly crooked nose that characterizes the guy who, thanks to my consent, is now my husband.The past hit me at that precise time when the priest asked me to be his wife until death does us part, and all I wanted to do was flee and never look back. I still have bleeding in my heart from that incident, and I doubted I could control it this time. Since why? I fear that it will be forever if I allow him to harm me.He had already reached his car and opened the passenger door by the time I forced myself to snap out of my daydream.I struggled in his grip,
CHAPTER THIRTEEN: HE LOVES BLACKROSE AMARA POVOne of the few occasions when drinking was worthwhile. But this is a whole different circumstance. I'm the kind of person who, to some extent, loses control when intoxicated.I don't allow myself to get to this point because of it. I've been to this place before and was so wasted that I couldn't even leave the place. It was one of those evenings where I wanted something to distract me because it got to be too much. I didn't anticipate what I saw in the club that evening.Shaking his head, Ethan. "Told you, you're a lightweight."I again shook the empty bottle in his face, saying, "I am not, your asshole… I have completed it all. Many thanks."I squint as Ethan exits and I look around the strange location he took me to. We are surrounded by tall trees on all sides. On my right, there is a house that resembles a cottage, and in the distance, water glistens.That's odd—is that a lake?Ethan unlocks my door and removes my seatbelt. I raise m
CHAPTER FOURTEEN: TEMPTATION BEGINS ETHAN POVRose vowed to kick me in the balls, so I fully expected that. I'm ready to grab her knee already. Drunk Rose looks at me with sadness in her eyes and points with a sharp edge at my chest.I'm not sure why I let her get intoxicated in the first place, given that I knew she would become even more erratic and liberated after consuming alcohol. On the way here, I catch a glimpse of the carefree young woman she was when her mother was a girl who didn't give a damn about social conventions or what people thought of her.She asks, not attempting to get her wrists out from under my hold, "Why do you know I like black?""Do you think that just because I left, I forgot?"She slams her eyes shut hard before saying, "You should. That's how it's supposed to be."Before opening them once more. Her lower lids are wet this time. I wiped her eyes with my finger, claiming her tears as my own. Everything she has will now belong to me, even her wrath, tears,
CHAPTER NINETYETHAN’S POVHe really didn’t follow.I stand on the balcony for several minutes in case he shows up, but there’s no trace of him.None at all. No call. No text.I stare at the letter he left me that I tucked in my bag. Is that the last I’ll see of him? Really?I ought to kick his ass for everything he made me go through. I gave him all the reasons to come back and at least talk to me. I went to him. I didn’t remove the wedding ring. I didn’t tell him he was an idiot for thinking that leaving is the solution.I did it all, but he didn’t even follow.Fvck him.I’m about to go take a shower when commotion comes from outside my room.My heartbeat skyrockets and I nearly trip over my feet as I swing the door open.It’s not Ethan ’s face that greets me. Instead, it’s Zeth and Eya arguing with Lia, telling her she can’t go inside.“What’s going on?” I try to hide the disappointment in my tone.“You said not to disturb you, miss,” Zeth says, “but Mrs. Volkov insists on seeing y
CHAPTER EIGHTY- NINEETHAN’S POV“Fvck!”I kick Rolan’s lifeless body. Even the arsehole’s death doesn’t feel as victorious as I thought it would.Rose disappeared down the hall with that fvcker Vladimir. He’ll have even more of an opening to be beside her now that I’m not there, which has been his purpose all along.Motherfvcker.“She has you by the balls. I’m disappointed.” Fire leans against the doorframe and places a cigarette in his mouth, but instead of lighting it, he keeps flipping his lighter on and off. His Beware of Fire Hazard tattoo peeks out from underneath his sleeve with the movement.“Shut the fvck up, Fire. He almost clipped my nails from my sniper hand, Godfather!”“It didn’t happen.” Fire pauses flipping his lighter.I narrow my eyes. “You wanted to do it.”“But I didn’t. And stop moaning to Ghost like a little kid.”“I’m going to—”“Enough.” Godfather sighs, staring down at me. “Do you have the time to bicker with Fire right now? Shouldn’t you go after your wife?”
CHAPTER EIGHTY-EIGHT ROSE AMARA ’S POVI did it.I’m in the Irish’s club, which Rolan has a back office in.It hasn’t been an individual effort. Thanks to Julian and his acquaintance with Ethan ’s insider with the Irish, we were able to figure out the location.While River was completely against handing over territories, he said he’d turn a blind eye if I took his men and came here.I had to beg Vlad to help, and it wasn’t easy since he doesn’t like Ethan . The growly mountain of a man only softened when I mentioned the baby and that I don’t want him to grow up fatherless.Damien agreed to help because, in his words, “It should be fun.”I asked Kirill for his intel help because he has the best spies. He was the hardest to crack, and only agreed when I gave him an oath in front of Sasha that no one except for the three of us will know of her true gender. Well, Ethan already knows somehow, but I’m not the one who told him.Igor sent men, too, but Adrian has been MIA today. Even his clo
CHAPTER EIGHTY-SEVEN ETHAN’S POVMum’s words from the nightmare slam back to me. Could it be a warning about the truth?“Who is he?” I ask Rolan. “Who’s my father?”He releases a long laugh that echoes in the space around us. “Ah. Isn’t this grand? Ye lived with the Russians for years and still didn’t recognize yer father? A bastard is a bastard, after all.”“Who the fvck is he?”“Don’t ye worry, my lad. I already called him and gave him evidence that ye’re his boy, so if he does want ye, he’ll show up. Though, I doubt anyone wants a filthy bastard whose only use is killing from the shadows.”“Was he the one from that night? The one who came when my mother tried to escape?”“Probably. Yer mother was smart, but not fast enough. My idiot brother promised to protect her and ye, but she knew I’d kill ye both the first chance I got, so she decided to leave. But that didn’t turn out grand for her, did it?”“I’m going to kill you,” I mutter through clenched teeth. “I don’t care how or when,
CHAPTER EIGHTY-SIXETHAN’S POV“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’m so sorry.”Mam? Where are you?The place is pitch-black like a cave. It smells rotten too, as if a dead animal is decomposing inside it. My legs get lost in something sticky underneath, but I can’t see it.I can’t see anything except for darkness.The sound of weeping gets louder the more I walk. It’s my mother. I’d recognize the sound anywhere, even though it’s been thirty years.“Mam? Where are ye?” I don’t know why I’m speaking in a Northern Irish accent, but all of a sudden, it feels as if I’m back to being that small boy. The only difference is that I’m trapped in a grown-up’s body. “Mam!”The only answer is the sound of weeping. It’s long and wretched as if her grief is clawing out from the grave.“Mam, come out. I can protect ye now. No one will hurt ye.”The weeping ceases and a rustle comes from right in front of me. I halt, the sound of the sticky mud under my feet stopping too.The darkness slowly dissipates like fo
CHAPTER EIGHTY - FIVEROSE AMARA'S POVAfter knocking on the office’s door, I open it and step inside. I pause when I find an unknown man sitting across from my granduncle.“Rose. Come in.” Uncle River motions at me to join him, so I close the door and do just that, bluntly watching the new man.He appears to be in his mid to late forties. His large frame dwarfs his dark suit. His brown hair is styled back, and he's sitting nonchalantly. It's not so threatening as to attract attention, but it's not slack either, like he's ready to jump up any second. It's so similar to… Ethan's.Tattoos cover the backs of his hands, and they don’t appear like the ones I recognize from the Bratva, the Triads, or the Yakuza.He's watching me as intently as I'm watching him, like we're two predators before a fight over who owns a territory.“This is Rose.” Uncle River introduced me.“So she’s the one Ethan married.” the stranger observes quietly. British accent. Wait, could he be…“Are you…Ethan’s…”“God
CHAPTER EIGHTY - FOURETHAN'S POVMiss Amber,I know you hate it when I call you that, but I need the distance right now to write this.The first time I met you, I thought you were just another spoilt mafia princess, but I found you to be a strict bean. You didn't let anyone tell you what to do and stood up for yourself. You didn't stop there and made it your mission to help those weaker than you, even if it meant going against people with more influence than you.Here's the thing—I didn't plan to get close or to learn about you as much as I have. My sole mission then was to use Nikolai's intel to watch my uncle's movements from afar.At one point, that mission started to blur. At one point, the only reason I looked forward to new days wasn't my grand revenge plan but you.The more time I spent with you, the harder you tore at my armor and engraved yourself deeper. The more I saw, the blurrier my purpose became, the more insignificant I felt. Watching you go after your goals without h
CHAPTER EIGHTY - THREEETHAN'S POVthe splitting headache is the least of my problems when I stare at the woman lying on her stomach on the bed.A galaxy of bruises covers her hips, arms, thighs, arse, and even around the snake tattoo on her spine.Fvck.I spring awake as memories of last night trickle back in. What the fvck have I done? If it weren't for her back's steady rise and fall, I would think I'd killed her or something.Bloody hell.I shouldn't have touched her when I was drunk. The reason I don't get drunk isn't only because I lose my inhibitions but also because I can't control myself. There's no stop or even pause button in that state.Not that I've ever had those buttons when it comes to Rose. Whenever I recalled my decision, I fvcked her more, owned her more, and was nothing short of a madman.I can’t believe I took her on the floor over and over like a fvcking animal. She’s already too fragile and easily bruises by a simple touch. How could I let my beast side take com
CHAPTER EIGHTY - TWOROSE AMARA’S POVI'm lying completely flat on the carpet with my back to him. I stare back at him as he yanks open his drawer. He'll bring out a toy, but I should've known better. Ethan might like to torture me with them, but he doesn't want them involved during sex. I prefer him to them, anyway.He retrieves a bottle of lube and a condom and doesn't bother to close the drawer. Wait. A condom? Ethan never used them, so I didn't even know he had one.Besides, what’s the use of a condom when he’s already gotten me pregnant?He removes his shirt, revealing his stiff muscles and the tattoos rippling on his abs. I don't dare look away or move. I'll be missing something crucial if I do.Ethan throws his shirt away and stalks behind me like a hungry predator about to devour his prey. I follow him with my gaze until he kneels between my parted legs.He places a hand under my stomach and lifts me up so I'm slightly bent over on my knees. The position differs from anything