I stare down the barrel of Jamie Carmichaels' gun, knowing I can't let him win this time, not when I have so much more to lose. Eva means more to me than anything I've ever possessed."Put the gun down, Jamie." I cross my arms over my chest and glare at him. "If you kill me, you might as well kiss goodbye to the clan for good."Eva inches closer to my back, fisting my shirt."Hand over my daughter, and then I'll leave." He signals at Eva, who cowers behind me. "Eva, stop this at once and come here," he barks."I'm afraid you are too late, Jamie. Eva is already my lawfully wedded wife, and therefore she's no longer your concern as of about half an hour ago.""I won't stand for it." Jamie snarls, cocking the gun. "Eva is our heir, and she will marry a suitable husband who can rule our empire."Eva steps out from behind my back with her chin held high. "I'll never do that because Oak is my husband, and as I've told you since the day that Karl died, I have no intention of having anything
"Angela, put down your gun, and I will put down this one." I signal to the gun."Mom, do as he says," Eva pushes, which only seems to enrage her mother."You worthless little brat." She slaps Eva across the face with her free hand, setting my blood on fire."Don't touch my wife," I growl, glaring at her. "Do you want me to shoot your husband?"Eva backs away from her mother, hatred sparking in her eyes. "You are a pathetic excuse for a mother," she murmurs.Angela glares at her. "You are the worst daughter I could have asked for." She points her finger at her. "I wish you had died in place of your brother."Eva's face twists in anguish. She may hate her parents, but they can still hurt her, still twist the knife in her gut. Tears form in her eyes."Angela, I said put the gun down," I repeat, keeping my voice calm. "Let's talk about this like grown adults.""Grown adults!" she shrieks, clearly hysterical. "You are thirty-two years old, and you just married an eighteen-year-old." Her ey
My heart pounds so hard I can hardly hear the students on the other side of the curtain.Oak intends to announce our marriage to the entire school during the welcome back meeting in the hall today in exactly five minutes.He told me I didn't have to be here, but it didn't feel right to leave him to tell everyone alone. Natalya, Azira, and Adrianna all arrived back here yesterday at my request to break the news to them personally.I rendered all three speechless at first, but once they finally started talking, I explained all the crazy, sordid things that happened over winter break. They were happy for me once they got over the shock.Oak has also told all the staff, who, other than Blaine and, of course, Archer, was very shocked. A few protested against it, saying it was immoral. However, Oak argued the entire school construct was immoral, so he doesn't feel their argument stood up.I'm prepared for the funny looks and the jokes at my expense once it becomes public knowledge, but I do
I swallow hard as my cheeks heat, turning around to find quite a few students gawking at me. I rush to Natalya's side."I can't believe you are married to that God of a man," she says, shaking her head.I tilt my head. "Are you saying he's out of my league?""No, God no. You are gorgeous, but he's our fucking principal."Azira laughs. "Perhaps I'll try to bag Luigi."All of us look at her like she's insane."What? He's hot.""Yeah, and fucking crazy," Adrianna says, rolling her eyes. "No one would voluntarily get with that man. He's a sadist."Azira's cheeks redden, but she shrugs. "Doesn't take away from how gorgeous he is, and now I know it's possible..." she laughs. "I'm joking, though.""Right," Natalya says. "It's your funeral."I shake my head. "We'd best get to breakfast before everyone eats all the good food."Natalya hooks her arm with mine. "I can see now why you were so eager to spend winter break here, alone," she stresses the last word, and I can't help but smile."Yeah,
I adjust my backpack as I walk down the path toward the cottage. A sense of someone watching me makes the hair on the back of my neck stand on end."Eva," Alexander calls.My stomach dips as I turn to face him. "Alexander, what do you want?"He smirks and crosses his arms over his chest, leaning against a nearby wall. "Why don't you come and sit?" He signals to the wall.I shake my head. "I'm alright here, thanks."His eyes narrow. "Just because you're now the principal's little pet, don't get any ideas about Natalya and me." He stalks toward me. "You may think it gives you power, but with Natalya, you stay the fuck out of it."I glare at him. "Why don't you stop messing with Nat and admit that you have feelings for her already?"His jaw clenches, and he stops moving toward me. "I don't know what you're talking about."I tilt my head. "I think you know what I mean. Why else would you be so obsessed with her?""Obsessed?" he asks, his brow furrowing. "I'm not..." He trails off as if on
"Class dismissed," Oak announces, eyes fixed on me. "Mrs. Byrne, stay behind."A few students snicker, and Natalya gives me a knowing glance. "I'll catch up with you later."I nod in response and remain seated at my desk, staring at my husband. The look in his eyes is one of pure lust as the last student leaves the room, shutting the door behind him."How can I help you, sir?" I ask, twirling a strand of hair around my finger.He stands, approaching me as I remain seated behind my desk. "I wished to discuss Spring Break since it starts tomorrow."I raise a brow. "And what exactly did you want to discuss Spring Break for?" I ask.He grabs hold of the collar of my blouse and yanks me up to stand in front of him, eyes blazing with a mix of desire and irritation. "We didn't have a honeymoon. I'm going to take you to Naples."My eyes widen, and I shake my head. "Isn't it dangerous considering—""My past?" he finishes for me.I nod in response."It's been fifteen years since I saw my family
Oak watches the proceedings through a pair of binoculars, while I remain seated on a deck chair, keeping out of sight as he instructed.I can see the anguish as he watches her funeral from afar, and it pains me not to comfort him. So, I stand, ignoring his order, and wrap my arms around his waist."Are you okay?" I ask.He shakes his head. "No, my father, brother and sister aren't here." His brow furrows. "My uncle is acting like he's calling all the shots." He pulls out his phone, typing something in Italian into google. And then, he drops his phone to the floor, sinking down along with it."Oak, what is it?"He shakes his head and I pick up the phone, scrolling through an Italian news article. It's about his two siblings and father. Apparently, they died last year in a car accident in Sicily."They're all dead," he mutters.I run a hand through his hair and kneel in front of him. "I'm so sorry."His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows. "I don't know how I didn't know." His brow furrows
When the new boy and king of the Syndicate Academy sets out to make life hell for her, Natalya is confused on why he really hates her. But with senior year fast approaching, she would rather get into trouble with the authorities, than let him keep bullying her for no reason any further.—From the first moment he laid his eyes on her, Alexander Morales has always hated Natalya Gurin. Natalya has spent years trying to avoid the brute, with Alexander going out of his way to make life hell for her.Deliberately making her trip in the cafeteria in front of everyone? Check.Disturbing her during classes? Check.Turning her friends against her? Check.Invading her personal space? Check.Natalya has learned to hate him for all this, and with senior year approaching, her escape is in sight. But Alexander doesn't intend to let her go that easily.One would break each other. And Natalya would do anything to be the victor.The show was on.Alexander Morales would pay for his crimes, one way or t