“Fucking scumbag.” Alexander cuss and elbowed the Italian gangster on his jaw. He let out an excruciating pain, but he still lunges again, obviously ready for another fight. Just as his fist clenched and was ready to punch him in the face, Alexander grabbed his fist halfway and rather lands two punches on both sides of his cheek: his head whipped to the side with thick blood spitting out from his mouth. He staggered and just a little kick from Alexander at the back of his knee was enough to make his knee grease the earth. Alexander grabbed his collar and pulled down the mask on his face. Although it was nighttime but through the dim light coming from the moon, it was enough for him to acknowledge the fact that he hasn't met such fucked up smashed face before. “Who the fuck are you? Who the heck sent you?” He asked, and just then, the assassin forcefully swarts Alexander's hands from his collar, and with every willpower in him, pushed him and staggered-ran into the dark.Alexander had
“Ava. Your wife. After all, she's the reason for all this mess you are going through.” When he mentioned Ava's name, Alexander's brows rise in disgust as he mentally rolls his eyes. Subconsciously, his mind drifted back to what happened earlier. Hell yeah. He is fully aware that this wasn't the right time to think about that, especially when some Italian assholes were after him… but he just can't help it. Back then, he had made her believe that whatever he did back then was under the influence of alcohol. And he still can't believe that this same excuse was coming from him who had only drunk half a glass of cocktail—even if he'd drank half a bottle of tequila, he doubts if he would get intoxicated by it. Due to the nature of his job which requires him to be always vigilant, he hardly gets drunk, regardless of what he was drinking. His confidence, his audacity, and his possessiveness weren't ordinary. What exactly was he on? Did he get drugged? Ever since they got married, they had al
A continuous knocking sound on the door had jerked Ava out of her sleep. She groaned frustratedly and almost cursed at whoever was behind the door. Yesterday had been very eventful to say the very least. The heavens could bear witness that she hadn't slept all night. She had spent most of the time she should have been sleeping, curling and turning in her bed then groaning, screaming, and kicking her pillows off the bed, begging the God of the earth to turn back the hands of time on her behalf—she definitely wouldn't disappoint him the second time. Sincerely, she had never thought that a mere incident could possibly deprive her of the sleep she had never for once been deprived of. She had spent the whole night replaying each stupid thing she had done and even the slightest of all mistakes that took place just a couple of hours ago. It was the consequences of everything she had let him do to her, and the consequences of succumbing to his every touch. After having to deal with the punish
She wandered thoughtfully in her room, debating on what to do with her hair and face for the ball party. She knew she was terrible at doing makeup as she hasn't had one done before—and she doesn't need to make any attempt before realizing that. It's been days since she last set her eyes on John and just the thought that she could see him again after not setting her eyes on him for a long time made her feel the movements of the jubilating butterflies in her stomach. It was a once-in-a-blue-moon opportunity and with this opportunity she had gotten, she would want to make the best out of it by looking good for him. But as much as she wanted to look good for him, all hope was shattered when she remembered she had no makeup kit. She could just let her hair down and wear the cloth Alexander had gotten for her. After all, being natural has its beauty… A knock on the door disrupted her scheming thoughts. She walked over to the door and opened it, only to come face to face with another expre
Ava took a threatening step forward, making sure she got way too close on purpose. The tip of her nose barely touched that of Ashley's. She watched intently as Ashley tilted her head towards her, a dark smirk lifting unto the corner of her lips.Ashley was there to make her feel inferior—to make her understand that she wasn't fit to be the wife of the hottest guy in the city. Ava knew this – she could tell that Ashley was jealous of the fact that she was Alexander's wife, whereas, she should have been the one bearing Alexander's last name. Unfortunately, she wasn't that lucky. Ava was ready to defend her integrity. To let her know that she was far better to be Alexander's wife. This was a forced marriage, but the whole girls in the city made it feel like she was the luckiest girl in the world to be married to Alexander. She was ready to counter back but then, her short feminine self has nothing to do with appearing fierce compared to Ashley's overshadowing presence, nevertheless, she
They were all like three broken records, neither of them willing to say a word after she had spoken. She said the last words known of them must have expected, thereby, erasing every word they ought to have said from their memories. Not that she regretted what she said since she was only trying to stand her ground in front of Ashley, but… she needs—sincerely needs to think before saying a word. Every day, she found herself saying things that at the end of the day, she'd wish to hide in a hole. As much as she was trying to stand her ground, those words shouldn't be coming from her, regardless of the situation. If she had said it behind his back, it would have been less embarrassing – but saying it to his hearing was another level of embarrassment. She requires a moment to remind herself that she was in a forced marriage and not some sought of happily-ever-after marriage.She silently prayed that, at least, someone should say something. Someone should say something and make them forget
They arrived hand-in-hand amid the dozen of guests after Alexander had pulled her roughly, yet gently, out of the car. He was still mad, mad for no exact reason.Everyone at the party wore a new dress or suit, as the majority were dressed according to what she noticed was the color of the day: silver.There was not even a single doubt in Ava's mind that the guest and general setting of the ball party were for those of the higher class most especially the men who were cooperatively dressed in suits as if they were businessmen and the gathering in general, was significantly made for business cooperation.The disco balls brought forth various color reflections on the floor, which, however, brought out another level of beauty to the interior design from the regular days.As much as the majority of guests were busy exchanging greetings on the ground path, she could already feel the tension of lust-burning eyes on her; specifically, from the men. And the same goes for Alexander; lust-burnin
“We can talk about that later,” Alexander said and extended his hands toward him for a handshake. Mr. Giovanni received it and replied sternly, “with positive feedback.” Alexander only nodded his head and pulled Ava, leading her into the dance floor. “Stupid piece of shit!” He cussed under his breath after he had walked some miles away from Mr. Giovanni. A collection of Violinists, harp players, and pianists were placed at the far end of the hall and as the music came to a brief pause, Alexander offered out his hand. Ava realized what he wanted and not wanting to argue with him, at least, for once, she received it gracefully. “I have absolutely no idea why I am here with you on the dance floor, but I think you should know that I haven't been on a dance floor before.” Alexander only smirked and replied with, “I know,” before taking her hands and placing them on his shoulders and his, on her waist. As he guided their steps and her waist to the slow, sweet melody drifting through th