“Can I get my phone? I’d like to call my father.” The door slams shut and the lock clicks. A tremble shakes me to the core as I hear Michael’s heavy footsteps approaching from behind. “Why?” He asks. “I…” I swallow loudly. “I want to call off this engagement.” . . . Adaline's heart is shattered when she finds her best friend and boyfriend in bed. Out of anger, she bends to her father's will and accepts the marriage proposal from a billionaire. But what she doesn't know is that this billionaire, Michael Black, is her ex's uncle. And that Mr. Michael Black is not just the upright man he poses as... he is involved in very illegal, dangerous businesses. What will happen when her ex tries to sabotage her marriage? What will happen when she discovers the secrets her husband has been hiding? And what will happen when Adaline realizes that the Michael had tricked her into marrying him? Read on to find out.
Lihat lebih banyakIt’s been years since I’ve been in here. I cannot remember the last time I was in Rebecca’s office, watching her behind her desk while she barked orders at her workers—and sometimes screamed at me when I got things wrong. But today, I’m here again, with her daughter who is now my wife.It brings back memories—the memories I love to hold onto, and the ones I’ve been trying so hard to forget. It was in this office that I became Rebecca’s right hand man. It was in this office that she told me I could be independent, work for myself. It was in this office that the sniper who took her life stood and fired a shot that sent a bullet straight into her head. And I was so fucking late. So being here… I don’t know how it makes me feel. But Adaline wants to be here and I don’t know how to say no to her. “Are you sure it’s okay that we’re in here?” I ask her, hoping to god she changes her mind and takes us somewhere else instead. I can see that Adaline doesn’t want to be in here as well. B
His arms are tight around me, really tight. I can barely breathe with the way he’s squeezing me into himself. “I’m sorry, Ada,” Michael whispers, his voice pleading. The man is infuriating. He doesn’t like to talk to me, but knows how to show his vulnerability whenever he thinks I might leave him. I don’t think this is healthy at all.My face is pressed against his chest, my shoulders shaking as the sobs I've been holding back finally break free.“You really got what you wanted, didn’t you?” I cry into his chest.“I’m sorry,” he murmurs again, his voice trembling, making my heart clench. His breathing comes in shallow bursts, brushing against my ear warmly, sending tiny shivers down my spine. I hate him for making me feel this way.How is it even possible to be this angry, this heartbroken, and still have my stomach flip at the sound of his voice? How can I ache for someone who I’m supposed to be angry with? I clench my jaw, trying to hold myself together. My resolve hardens. I p
One… two… three… Seconds tick by, and yet, dad is yet to say anything. All he’s managed to do is steady his breathing, lick his lips, and blink. I don’t know why he’d react so oddly to this. Kate has been more like a daughter of this family. He always has been responsible for her even though they rarely see each other. This shouldn’t be difficult. “You have to say something, dad,” I say, calling back his mind to present. “Or… are you having a heart attack?”A small smile dents the corners of his mouth, his head shaking. “Why?”I inhale a deep breath. “Well… for one, she’s already like a sister. And I want her to take up our last name, so life will be a little easier for her.”“Life is already very easy for her,” he tells me matter-of-factly.“Because I’m here.” I counter. “You don’t even know the girl exists. You don’t ask about her except it’s necessary, you don’t—”“Why would I ask about her when it’s unnecessary? I provide for her, that’s all that matters.”I shake my head. “So
The muffled echo of my name in my head wakes my mind up. But my eyes are still closed, limbs a little sore as I shift on the bed. But this doesn’t feel like my bed at all. It’s too restrictive… a little softer than my bed.“Adaline,” I hear again and feel a hand roaming my body. I jerk up with a gasp, blinking rapidly to adjust my eyes to the bright sunlight filing in through an open window. I plant my face inside my palms and scrub aggressively, groaning. I really need more sleep. When I look up again, I realize I’m still in my mother’s office. Kate is staring at me with a mocking smile, a brow curled up. “Your limbs are sore, aren’t they?” She clicks her tongue. “That’s why someone like you shouldn’t be sleeping on a couch.”“Someone like me?” my voice is groggy.She nods. “You’re a rough sleeper, Adaline. You need a really big space to survive the night without breaking yourself in half.”I snort out a laugh. “Shut your mouth.”“Come on,” she chuckles. “You need to freshen up a
I step out of the car with a sigh, slow steps leading me into my father’s manor. Apart from the staff that opened the door for me, I haven’t seen anyone else as I walk inside. It’s quiet in here—it’s usually quiet, but the silence has never bothered me as it is now.I stop at the stairs, deciding against going up to my room. I turn into the hallway on the west wing, having one place in mind—my mother’s office. When I reach the door, I flatten my palm over the wood, pressing my forehead into it and shutting my eyes. My chin trembles, eyes watering. I sniffle with a shaky exhale, wrapping my hand around the knob and gently pushing it open.The wood creaks as the door opens. It’s all white in here—white walls that dad renews every year because he wants his wife’s space spotless, white sheets covering everything. I haven’t been in here since my mother passed. I haven’t had the courage to enter her office.But today, I feel like I need her. I stare at her desk and scoff. She’d always s
It’s silent. Even as a man who enjoys silence, I can’t say this one is an enjoyable kind. It’s eerie, and judging, and accusing. Whatever Adaline is accusing me of, I am guilty. However, I’d hoped this part of my life would stay hidden a little longer. I wanted to hold out a little longer, gain her trust before slowly easing her into what I am… what I do.But that stupid fucking Emilio stormed into my home and has taken that chance from me.They put a gun to her head.A gun. Her eyes are burning through my skin angrily. But beneath that anger, I can see the fear in them. The fear that shook her chin when she asked who I was. The anticipation tightening her shoulders as she waits for me to tell her whatever they said was a lie. “How long do I have to wait for answers, Michael? Or are you thinking of lies to come up with?” Her voice shakes.I don’t blame her for having doubts about me. I’m a stranger. I appeared in her life one day, pushed a ring down her finger, and later that nig
I’m supposed to be having breakfast with Michael this morning. When he woke up, he was in a better mood than he was last night, and he had asked me to come down and wait for him so we could eat together before I had to go back home. That was hours ago.The man is giving me a whiplash. This minute, he’s warm and loving, making my heart race for him. The next, he turns cold and distant. From the moment he received that call yesterday, my emotions have fluctuated more times than I can count. It’s tiring. I blow out a hot breath as I move the cold scrambled eggs around on my plate, staring at it with a bored expression. I should be eating, but I promised Michael I’d wait for him, and I like to keep my promise no matter how tempted I am to break it at this moment. My head snaps up when I hear a commotion outside, but I brush it off, concluding that it must be some workers just fighting amongst themselves. They shouldn’t be though, but I will not be surprised. Michael’s workers are m
I’m irritated and I have my reasons. Firstly: Michael’s PA, or guard, or… whatever he is to Michael—has refused to give me my phone. His excuse? He’s acting on direct orders from his boss.Secondly: when I finally was able to get my hands on the landline, I called my father multiple times, and he didn’t answer even one call. Then I called Michael. The infuriating man didn’t answer my call either. Hours later, I’ve still not heard from both of them. No, from three of them. Kate apparently joined the ‘avoid Adaline’s call by all means’ team. Fuck them. I’m pacing the living room, my eyes moving around the space, my mind convincing me to relax and take in the beauty of Michael’s home. I don’t let it. Is it a beautiful home? Yes. But that is the least of my problems.I do what I always do when I’m nervous: chew on my nails.It’s not until late into the night that I hear the sound of cars screeching to a stop in front of the manor. I stop my pacing and stand, my wide eyes to the door
My Adaline must really hate me now. That’s the only thought in my head as I stare at the speeding car. But she has to understand that I’m doing this for her. I’m trying to protect her. I cannot fail—she’s my responsibility… was my responsibility before she became my love. So, maybe I can endure losing her love or affection or whatever the fuck she feels for me that makes her stare at me with the softest gaze, but I cannot endure it if anything happened to her. She’s a Black now. My wife. “They’re ready, boss,” My right-hand, Ken, tells me.“Well, what are we waiting for…” I’m already climbing into the car before the words fully make it out. The car ride, as expected, is unnervingly quiet. It’s quiet, but not calm. How can it be calm when my mind is raging with very unpleasant questions? I want answers. I have questions.Actually, I have one question: Why?I want to know why they’d go after my woman, why they’d go as far as setting Jameson’s building on fire, specifically Adalin
My ear erupts with loud ringing as I watch my world shatter into tiny little pieces. The pain is crippling. It feels as though someone is craving a blade into my heart. Sorrow curls around me, confusion and surprise seizing my ability to breathe. I’m standing with my skin tight with a cold that shouldn't even exist in this heat, my legs firmly rooted to the spot, and my mind spiraling. I’m trying to understand, to make sense of the scene unfolding in front of me. My wide eyes are trained on my best friend and the love of my life, watching as they scramble with the sheets to shield their nakedness, to hide their betrayal. Their shame means nothing to me. The damage is already done.Tears flood into my eyes and sting my lid, I refuse to let them fall. I can’t break—not here, not now. Is it even necessary to hold back the tears?With or without it, my pain is boldly written on my face. My pain shows in the way my eyes are darting around the room with desperation, as if searching for...
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