All Chapters of Kingdom Ranch: Western romance: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“WHAT?!” I’m screaming. My brain goes numb, I can believe what I’m hearing. His mouth is moving but I can’t seem to understand why he’s saying. “I’m staying here. Forever?” He nods slowly to what I do the only think I’m capable at the moment, I throw my spoon at him landing square at this chest. “Hey! He said you agreed and dad said it was fine by him and gave his blessing.” Of course he agrees, anything to have me miles and miles away from him. “His blessing? I’m being traded for land?” I was raising my voice and there was no way I was stopping now. “Bring McKinnon here! I have a few words for him.” I’m starting to get up but as soon as my bad foot touches the floor pain shoots up my leg. “I don’t think –“ I let out a scoff and rub my knee. “Rebecca.” He pleads, he actually sounds like someone who used to play chase with me when I was eight. “Go look for him and don’t you dare put any of my stuff in this house.” He bites his lips and scrunches up his face. “You already have, hav

I’m trying not to panic. I don’t want to panic. The thing weights a ton and is hard to ignore it. Even more when people keep asking to see it and by people I mean Carla and Lacey. They are helping me move from the big master bedroom to a smaller one. I needed a bit of distance and even when is not far enough. Is just another door down the hall. I welcome the feeling of not having him coming in deep into the night for a change of clothing or something else he might need.Lacey is gushing. Happier than anyone could be about the fact that her longtime friend is getting married to the most coveted mad of town. She’s almost prepared the whole wedding in her head. She has even looked up dresses on her phone and has been showing them to me as we fold clothes on my new bed, is not as comfortable as the other one I had been sleeping on but is not his, his v

I felt how he tensed up and even stopped moving. I don’t see why, I mean, weren’t they raised like brothers? What’s up with the hostility coming out of McKinnon’s mouth? “Brother.” “Eddy.” I look up to see Eduardo’s face. Is full of confusion and the questioning look he gives me needs an answer. Apparently, he does not know either why the sudden hostility or since no words have come out of my mouth, he surrenders me. A new set of hands make a grab for me and I go willingly is not like I have a choice. I know I cannot fight it, or him.  The ring in my finger says it.  Keeps reminding me ‘who I belong to’. “Are you ok?” The question sound sincere so I nod. “You want to go outside?”  “I was just taking her to her room,” Eduardo says behind us, 

Driving is one of the things I'm never doing, I can't help but to think about it as I watch Andreas move the driving stick, push the clutch and then accelerate. Is some complicated business. I don't think that even having a good leg I would be suited for driving. Or maybe I could learn with automatic. I don't know where we are going all he told me was to wear something pretty. After the store incident he's been extra protective and now I am once again secluded to all activities outside the ranch. Or outside my own bedroom. The sky is turning orange and purple, which means we have only a few minutes of daylight left. I can see the sun in the horizon, and the town in the rearview mirror. I'm not trying to guess anymore, not when we are miles away from the restaurants and any other place I know that I assumed he would be taking me. Hell, I'm wearing a damn dress, Is white with soft peach flowers, long sleeves. Is comfortable to wear, hides my boot and my scars. He said

“Here, let me help.” Strong hands tilted my face up, directly towards the warm water. There was no way to mistake his voice. Andreas had stepped into the bathroom and now watched me struggle naked. “Shhh, relax.” I held onto the strong arms whimpering, coughing because someone in my struggle I had swallowed a bit of soapy water and now felt like I was drowning. “Open your eyes. That’s it, there. You’re okay. See?” The burning soon disappeared as he brushed my face lightly. “Carla.” I whimpered. “She’s held up downstairs. I heard your screams and came rushing in. And thank god I did, you were about to break your neck.” I knew it was not intentional, but also this was anything but right. “Close your eyes, I have to get rid of the soap on your hair.” He waited until I closed my eyes. The water ran once again down my face. A stone statue, that’s what I had become. Here I was, sitting naked in a plastic chair and nowhere to go or nothing else to do but to sit there and wish for the eart