All Chapters of A Marriage of Convenience: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

James assisted me into a house, where the smell of bleach assaulted me the moment I walked through the threshold. A crew of cleaners froze as we walked inside, but a single look from James had them scurrying back to their jobs.The glass had been removed and the blood no longer stained the white porcelain. A new pane of glass shimmered beneath the midday sun, and I found myself frozen as I stared at the picture-perfect home.“It feels weird to see looking how it was before,” I whispered, still feeling the fear of that night swim through my veins. The large floor to ceiling window overlooked the forest in the backyard, and I silently wondered if that fear would multiply once the sun went down and the shadows of the night came out to play.James pressed his lips to my temple, “I replaced the glass from before with something graded to be bullet proof. Nothing will get through those windows again.”A shiver rolled down my spine. Either James replaced the window with bulletproof glass to m

Dante sighed on the other end of the line, and I bit my lip, wondering if he would actually turn me down. There was a good chance that he did, and fear gripped my heart at the thought.“Are you trying to get me on James’ bad side?” he grumbled, his voice laced with irritation.“Will you do it, or not?”If I spent all day explaining the reasons that James might be upset, I would certainly talk myself out of taking charge, but I needed answers.“Can you meet me at the cabin?” Dante groaned, and I gasped in surprise, which he must have picked up on because he grunted, “I’m not agreeing to anything yet, but I’ll hear you out.”“I’ll be there asap.”******“What’s with the rush?” Chris groans, wiping the tiredness from his eyes.“I can’t drive and my driver is in the hospital. You were my only option.”Chris turned towards me, narrowing his eyes, “Gee, thanks. You could have called an Uber driver!” he shook his head, “I don’t get paid enough for this.”“It’s clearly stated in your brotherly

I’ve dialed Rosa at least ten times.Ten fucking times my calls have gone unanswered.Even my earlier text asking her if she wanted her regular from her favorite Chinese restaurant went unanswered.Pulling up her contact, I click on the map of her location.“What the fuck?”My knuckles grow white as I grip the steering wheel with new force. Why the hell is she with Dante and Joanne? Did something happen at the house?A lethal combination of fear and fury floods my veins, and I press my foot against the accelerator, zipping around cars without caution. I don’t fucking care.‘I would have felt if she was in danger,’ Onyx tries to reason with me, but I tune him out. I’ve relied on him in the past and look where that got me….. And when was he the voice of reason? He’s an animal with one thing on his mind and that’s making sure Rosalind is kept safe and sound within the walls of our home.He expressed interest in chaining her up a few times, which I shut down for obvious reasons. But if sh

“James,” Marina coos, “Baby, they won’t let me through.”Her voice grates against my eardrums and I fight the rising anger that simmers beneath my skin.“What are you doing here?” James’ tone is lethal, startling even to me. I’ve never heard him speak to Marina in such a tone, but I won’t lie when I say it filled me with satisfaction.Her pale blue eyes shift to me sitting in the front seat, narrowing for a fraction of a second before she returns her gaze to James. Her bottom lip trembles, and I watch as the actress puts on the perfect performance, “I came to check on you and Raslind,” she whispered, pronouncing my name incorrectly. “I came by the hospital, but you weren’t there. She didn’t tell you?”James ran his hands through his hair, and I was desperate to know what was going through his mind. I knew from experience that once he started showing his nervous tic, I was never sure what was going to come next.“I made it very clear that you weren’t welcome here any longer,” James sur

One of my leggings was cut to the knee and the other was soaking wet, clinging to my thigh like a second skin. Normally, I’d use the opposite leg for leverage, but at the risk of popping my fresh stitches, I fall back onto the bed.Shawn returns with the scissors, moving to kneel in front of me for the third time today before our eyes lock and he offers me a small smile, “I won’t look.”My chest flutters as I stare into eyes I’ve known all my life.“It’s not like you haven’t seen me before, Shawn.”He chuckles, “That’s fair. But I know you, and I won’t look.”The backs of my eyes burn with unshed tears, and I pull my teeth between my lips, nodding.Shawn grips my pants at my ankle, carefully sliding the sharp end of the scissors beneath the hem. An involuntary shiver sends goosebumps spreading across my skin.His brows pinch together with concern as his movements halt, “I didn’t poke you, did I?”“The scissors are just cold.”Shawn lets out a relieved chuckle, “Once we get you out of