All Chapters of Once Bitten, Twice Broken, Forever Loved : Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

Violet's POVThe morning sun beat down on the bustling street, casting a warm glow on the crowded sidewalk. People are hurrying to and fro, their footsteps and conversations, sounds of vehicles waiting in the gridlock, weaving together in a constant hum of activities.Everyone, including myself, as I dodge and weave through the horde, is trying to beat Manhattan's morning rush hour.I pick my pace, hastening to the bus stop to catch a bus, barely hearing my mom's rant over the phone as the street seems boisterous.“The landlord threatens to throw us out on the street. Your siblings can't go to school because we can't afford their tuition, and Jeremy needs to continue his sustenance medication seeing as we can't afford a heart transplant.”“God,” I mutter, momentarily closing my eyes as I rub my temple.Mom runs a bakery she started before Dad passed. Her entire earnings are not enough to pay taxes and utilities, let alone sustain the family. I've been the second breadwinner of the fam

Violet's POVThe very next day following the previous night, Greg and I go over my project and I commence work. Greg didn't breathe a word about my resignation, as if I didn't file for one. Aion Soft welcomed Juliet Coleman, Ethan's mother today. Juliet is quite the picky type. I was in the lobby when she arrived, she walked over to me and appointed me as her aide until the extraordinary meeting, which was rescheduled for today, commences.I am standing some steps across from the table in her office with my hands clamped in front of me. Juliet is hard to resist staring at. She is one of Aion Soft's shareholders and has an office in the building.She drapes her coat over her seat. Ethan got his eyes from his mother. Juliet is a strong and beautiful woman with the prettiest smile. Her gait is graceful and elegant, and her ambiance is confident and charismatic. She's not one to be trifled with.“Do you know why I chose you of all people?” She takes her cup of coffee from the desk.“No,

VioletI stare at my reflection in the full-size mirror. A sad, broken blonde whose face is veiled in a nose-length white netting bandeau veil stares back at me. It's the wedding today, the onset of my misery.I'm wearing a white sparkling gown with a fitted bodice. Its thigh-high slit runs down, flowing at the end, a beautiful embellishment of beads and sequins.The dress has a V-neckline decorated with embellished overlays, and the long sleeves are sheer and adorned with sequins. A silver necklace ran along my neck. Our wedding is going down in history as one of the most expensive weddings, and I know it's one of Ethan's plans to get people prejudging and badmouthing me after I end our relationship.“You look great, Violet.” My mom gestures for the lady in charge of my dressing to leave.“How are you taking the lies on social media, Mom? Everything people know about us is fake.”Mom walks over, slowly. “None of this reflects our lives, sweetheart.”“I warned you, girl, didn't I?”O

VioletEthan grabs the knife by the blade and the fear he’ll cut me with it propels me to jerk my hand back, the knife slicing his palm open. An impulsive gasp burst from my lips. He doesn’t let go of the blade. He’s tightened his grip around the tip where he’s held on to when I pulled the knife. My eyes rivet on the gory sight of blood cascading down his hand. If he’s in pain, he doesn’t show. Not even for the slightest.I let out a shaky breath, and as he attempts to pull the knife, not caring about his wounded palm, I willingly splay my hand to let him have the knife. As soon as I do, he grabs my neck with his unscathed hand and leans closer. His grasp is surprisingly soft.He skims the flat of the blade down my cheek with his bloodied hand, painting my face with his blood.He edges the knife to my chin, craning my neck upward so that our eyes meet. The fear he’ll do something untoward to me traps my breath in my lungs and my muscles tense.“Do you have any idea what’s going thro