She had learned how to bury those feelings, she felt when she found herself alone in the room. She was frightened to imagine the stalker around her every time. The fear and anxiousness, she couldn't control. The heavyweight that she was feeling in his absence was making her suffocate. She blinked a few times, plucking her eyes away from the door. It opened softly. Her heart began to race in anticipation. A slow smile appeared on her face. "Ria," Her mother walked into the room. She didn't let her smile drop, "Mom," She hurried her feet at her mother, "Is dad treating you..." Marcella shook her head, "Did he hurt you?" She cupped the side of her face. A deep frown foamed over her face, "Why would he hurt me, Mom?" She shook her head in disapproval, "He's not father," She added, looking into her eyes. Marcella glanced at her, looking stunned, "He isn't cruel." "Why would he?" She relaxed that her mother wasn't g
A shiver moved up her body when she found their guards' gazes on her. She managed a nervous smile and took the way to the kitchen. Her body tensed involuntarily when they started to walk behind her. She tried hard not to show fear. They just needed a little hint and it would reach Kairo. She could have lost her mother forever. Her heart was racing so hard and fast she was fearing it was enough for them to notice that something was off. The tension in the air was surrounding her or only she was feeling it. The maids looked up at her. She ignored them as her gaze fixed on the second door of the kitchen. She looked over her shoulder. They were busy inspecting the area. One of the maids stepped forward, her head bowed. The staff wasn't changed. She recognized her immediately. She could ask for their help but she didn't want to put their lives in danger. She could only hope that her husband would save her from her father's danger. But no one could save the
KAIRO His cuffs were unfastened and his sleeves were rolled up. His hands were gloved. A knife was gleaming in his hand. The blade was covered with blood. The crimson was dripping on the floor. A low growl rumbled through his chest, his glare was fixed at him. There wasn't any part of his skin visible clean. He was covered in his own blood. His fingers were missing, several cuts on his palms and the back of his hands. "Leave something for us, Kairo." Danil's smirking tone reached his ears. He leaned against the opened door, looking down at struggling, groaning in pain Tony. Tony stared at them with hate in his eyes. The cloth in his mouth was muffling his screams. Kairo glowered and fisted in his face, "Lower your gaze, piece of ****!" He snarled, punching his hand one more time. He made another hit over the back of his hand, on the several cuts. Tony howled in pain. His face creased.
ARIANA She wasn't surprised when Kairo suddenly decided to leave Detroit. She was back in his mansion. She hissed in pain as she softly placed her finger on the bruise over her forehead. Her blonde hair was in unruly waves and cascading down her shoulders. Her phone began to ring. She swirled her head at the desk. Sauntering forward, she swiped it up in her hand with a smile, "Sal, I'm fine. I've told you many times." She muttered. "Yeah! Yeah! I trust you. Still, I wanna know. How are you now?" She wasn't regretting that she couldn't spend time with her brother as he was busy catching the trouble. She sat on the couch, staring down at the carpet, "I'm good." 'I haven't seen my husband after reaching home. He's not answering my calls. I don't know what to do.' The door opened softly. Her head jerked at it, her breath caught in her throat at the sight of him. She was looking at him without blinking, "I'll call you later,
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ©2020 By Seerat Kaur CHAPTER ONE Liam Rodriguez He glanced at his wrist. It was five past twenty minutes in the early morning. He was waiting for his file to reach the table or he didn't give a damn about it. The thing was, he liked to be fair when it was about business. Last night was still fresh in his mind. A beautiful smile covered his face. He covered it with his hand over his mouth. ' It had been hardly an hour since I left her in my penthouse in my shirt, my virgin beauty.' &nb
Roselyn She was lying flat on her stomach on the queen size bed. She was swinging her legs upward to down and down to upward in a perfect arch. Her chin was resting on her palms. She popped up on her elbow and weighed on it. She was reading a book online to forget the blunder mistake she made last night. The fact was she didn't remember anything because it was her first time drinking - alcohol. Isha and Ana, her sister and bestie had locked the cupboard. They weren't allowing her to use the washroom until she told them the whole story about last night. She just remembered his handsome face. She brutally bit her inner lip and tasted her own blood. She sighed and started to read after chiding herself. ' I am
Her palms were sweating. She was quaking to think of the outcomes. She kept her eyes fixed out of the window. " No tears, we're going shopping. You'll obey me if you wanna see your friends alive. " he threatened her, offering her his handkerchief. ' Did he kidnap me to have me again?' " Forget last n night. I'm not not r rich. You should f find someone else. I'm not your t t type. '' She said, taking it from his hand. He came closer to her, " I don't believe in fucking type. I've enough money for both of us." he said with anger as it was a warning for her to zip up her mouth and obey him. She swallowed hard from her dry throat. " W water. " She asked reluctantl
Two girls surrounded her. One was touching her hair and the second was asking her questions. When did she visit the salon last time? Which brand was her favourite and suited her skin. When they were done. She looked at herself in the gargantuan mirror wall in front of her. Her light brown hair was beautifully highlighted. It was feeling so soft in her hands and damn pretty. Her creamy skin was looking more radiant than before. Her nails were shining blood red. She smiled at two girls who did this brilliant job. " It's beautiful. Thank you." She smiled, for a second she forgot that she wasn't kidnapped from her friend's house. Her thoughts brought her back to him. It created many questions in her brain. Who was he? Why was he pampering her and what about gu