All Chapters of To Love You Hurts: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Sitting down on the sofa in nothing but a silk robe, I recall the events that happened this morning in Tobias's office, skipping straight to the end where I eventually agreed to marry him. After he had declared that he wouldn’t touch me unless I beg him. I shoved him away from me, watching as a cocky smile erupted across his face before I marched across his office to where the contract sat on his desk, and I signed it with trembling hands. “There. It is done.” I hissed, dropping the pen on his desk as I spun around to face him, feeling like I had signed my soul over to the devil himself. “I get to keep my bakery, and you get your inheritance.” Tobias had rocked on the heels of his feet, shoving his hands into the pockets of his slacks. “I will have Melanie pick up our Marriage Certificate by the end of tomorrow.” He declared in a stern voice. I couldn’t help but shake my head while I scoffed at the same time. “I'm not concerned about the details, Landry. The quicker we get this don

Upon entering the living room, I pause at the threshold, my gaze rivets on Tobias’s back as he stands tall, looking out the window that oversees the city’s bright lights. My heart rate spikes with both desire and animosity. I have never felt so disgusted in myself for letting my guard down and allowing him to touch me in such a manner that had my toes curling, and me screaming his name like it was a fucking prayer. I could murder him. A life for a life. But I’ll have to wait until after we are married, so I’ll at least get to keep my bakery through our marital status. Shaking my head, I rid myself of the homicidal thoughts crossing through my mind. Gah! He truly does know how to bring the worst out of me without even trying. I continue to stare at him, marvelling as his reflection reveals a contemplative mood. His gaze is unfocused and his lips are drawn into a grim line. I wonder if he feels absolutely disgusted by his actions too… His folded arms betray an intrinsic unea

When dinner is announced, I willingly follow Tobias into the dining room and absentmindedly move my food from one side of the plate to the other. I drink a few more glasses of wine that are being served along with the meal, and I listen as Tobias speaks with our fellow table mates. Although, I’m not paying any attention to what he is saying, only to the cadence and the seductively deep, rich tone of his voice. He does not attempt to draw me into the conversation, and for that, I am grateful. In all honesty, I doubt that I could muster up the politeness that seems to have left my body in a heartbeat. I don’t become fully engaged until he suddenly stands to a round of applause and takes the stage. Turning in my seat with my brows drawn together, I watch him cross to the podium, unable to help to admire his animalistic grace and good looks that dominate the room. It’s as if every step he takes, demands a sense of commanding attention and respect, which is a feat, considering the

There is nothing worse than waking up in the early hours of the morning, groaning as your stomach churns and your head feels like a marching band is banging pots together horribly out of tune.In addition, your mouth feels like a parched desert and your tongue feels like it has licked a cat's back, resulting in the sensation of a large fluff ball tickling the centre of your tongue; theoretically speaking.“I hope you enjoyed the remainder of your evening that was spent with my cousin Davis,” A dark and dangerous voice sweeps through the room, jolting me wide awake as a ripple of goosebumps erupts across my feverish flesh.I sit upright in the hotel bed, pulling the sheet up around my chest as the room slightly spins. The last thing I remember, before my head hit the pillow after Davis had seen me back to the hotel suite, was me unzipping my dress and delicately placing it over the armchair.The same armchair that is stationed in the corner of the room with Tobias nestling a tumbler o

A brilliant white light flashes before me, and it’s like a switch-flips in my head. “I’m pathetic?” I ask her bitterly. “Says, the one who fucked my boyfriend and trapped him by getting pregnant. If anyone is jealous and pathetic between the pair of us, it’s you, Ava. I would never do what you did to me, never!” As I yell at her, speaking my truth, my heart suddenly feels heavy, like it is weighing me down and I fear the animosity I hold for her is going to consume me. Just by looking at her, I want to yell, kick and scream, and pull my hair as I demand her to tell me the real reason why she chose to destroy my chance at real happiness. I was so close, so fucking close that I could taste it, and it tasted sickeningly sweet. Before I met Chase, I was taking one day at a time, working like a dog to get my bakery off the ground, so I wouldn't go insane worrying about my future. I was shattered, the pieces of my puzzle were scattered, and I had very little hope, if any, for the future