All Chapters of Beautifully Ruined: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

ISA POVI couldn’t believe I was doing this!I groaned before taking a sip of the now cool tea I had in my hand and yanked down the oversized hoodie of a bloody pink and blue onesie I was wearing.I swear if I got my hands on that very particular soul that came up with such a becursed, horrible idea of dressing me up in a multi-collared onesie; I was going to shred them to pieces.Fast forward from my clash with Edwina, Becca and some of her minions visited the clinic and had Ava give them my records of the ultrasound; then met up with the prince of hell to plan and execute the whole charade. “If we’re going to pull this off sweetheart, you better work on your smile,” Xander called out suddenly standing way too close to me; way too close that I could feel his breath washing over my cheek. I gave him a death side-glance that had him snickering softly. I wanted to kill him for more reasons than one, one of them being the fact that he looked like a damn sex god exuding pheromones and sex

ISA POVTime really seemed to be having the mind of its own. Within a very short span, a month had flown by and I was well accustomed in my role in the US. And ever since the drastic gender reveal party, Xander has been a no show case and if I were to be bluntly honest, I was actually thankful for the peace and quiet. That man always managed to vex me so much I felt like biting his head whenever he was near, and his absence felt like magic. Even though I knew damn well that he still had his lackeys keeping an eye on him.Although it was almost natural to ignore his possible existence, I did know with every cell in me that there was never a time I was going to shake him off.A lot has happened in a month. Because the dearly beloved neighborhood wives found it really worth their time, attention and energy to nominate me for the annual presidential election of the little organization they had going there. I’ll admit, I was astonished that they had such a real thing going on, instead of j

ISA POV“HOW MANY TIMES DO YOU WANT ME TO ANSWER THAT: I DO NOT KNOW WHAT THAT IS OR HOW IT EVEN GOT INTO MY CAR. It’s a setup, I was set up.” I called out for the umpteenth time and this time, with annoyance and exasperation lacing my tone. I have been answering the same question ever since I stepped into this interrogation room, and I was so fed up that I was no longer scared. I was for the most part, but heck; this had to be the longest hour ever.“Miss Jones, it would be really helpful and time-saving if you could tell us where you got the pack of ecstasy from, and where you were going to ship it to before getting caught. Give us a clue, anything. A name and I promise you that you’ll walk away free.”The first name to pop up in my mind was Alexander Fucking Aldermen.“Dear officer, with all due respect, you’ve been keeping me here for more than an hour, asking me the same question over and over again. My answer remains unchanged, I do not know anything about drugs unless it’s for

XANDER POVI watched the little stomp in her feet as she took off, and when it hit that minutes had ticked by with me just sitting there staring at the spot she had vacated at her doorstep, I let a frown drop to my face to wipe the silly smile I had on. I didn’t smile, I never did. Unless when I was drilling someone else’s skull. With an angry frustrated groan, I drove off.The drive back to the city was filled with thoughts of her, about how she managed to make everything just so easy to deal with. I hated to admit it, but she was slowly making her way into me. Cancel that, she was now so etched deeply inside of me that it was almost maddening. Because all I did was think about her. In a matter of days, weeks, she had managed to crawl into my skin, despite the thick, long wall I built, and the foolproof vest I had on as my armor.Seeing that tear roll down her face was something else. But knowing that I was the one who caused her eyes to well up was something entirely different. It

ISA POVTime seemed to have frozen, and earth seemed to have stood still in its orbit. I blinked twice as a way of seeing whether I was still in the land of the living, and the audible gulp that came from him told me that indeed, I was still well alive and breathing. My pussy spammed under my palm, reminding me of my current dilemma, and I fought the urge to clench my thighs to apply that consuming pressure that I was in dire need of.“I cannot.” I defied softly, yet very firm with my response. However, my pussy seemed to be having a mind of its own, because my clit began throbbing at just the mere thought of pleasuring myself under his watchful, undisturbed gaze. The muscles of his throat worked when he took a calming gulp, as though he was hanging on a loose thread, and slowly, the control he was always hungry for was slipping through his fingers. And the way I loved it made me rethink all of my life decisions and choices, all the things I have ever done and what I was about to do.