Novels by E I. Wade

Ethan’s POVTell me you do not feel this."Sonia still showed swollen lips from my kiss. Her eyes whirled with emotions she avoided naming, and her breathing was irregular. But her phone buzzed just as I anticipated her response. She stood still. I watched her look down at the television and then... her face got pale. I had a frigid rush of anxiety. "What is it?" I insist. She responded not. She held the phone with shaky fingers. I pulled it from her hand before she could object. And what I read set my blood on fire. Unknown Number: "Just wait; if you find tonight to be unpleasant. This is only starting. A terrible anger twisted in my stomach. "Son of a bitch," I yelled. Sonia's voice hardly raised above a whisper. They are aware of our whereabouts. She filled out. I forced myself to think as I pushed my fingers through my hair. There was no haphazard threat here. This constituted a warning. My voice shrill, "They want you scared," I added. "They wish you to be runnin

Sonia’s POV"Celine is back," I remarked gingerly. And she is after our son. Sonia exhaled in a waversing shutter. I could see it occurring—the conflict inside her. The anxiety. The frustration. She held Lucas's hand closer. " She won't touch him." Then remain," I advised. "fight her with me." Her lips quipped. " And you?" I glanced at her. Relentless. "I will fight for you right until my last breath." She drew a quick breath and a tear slid down her cheek. Then before she could respond—a black automobile shrieked to halt next to us. One door opened and a guy emerged. frigidity. merciless. And aiming Sonia a pistol squarely forward."Run!"Ethan spoke sharply and urgently, but my legs stayed still. The man was only a few steps away, his rifle squarely aimed at me. Lucas grabbed my clothing and whimpered terrified. My pulse raced. I found it difficult to breathe. There was nothing like this occurring. Ethan gave the order, "Put the gun down," moving in front of me. Th

Ethan’s POVAh, honey. Too long has gone by now. The voice shot down my spine. Sonia turned stiffly next to me. I turned swiftly, my whole body alert as Celine entered the room. La celine delacroix. Starting all of this was the woman. She grinned, a slow, poisonous thing. "Did you overlook me, darling?" Sonia's eyes became wide. "Numer. Not possible. Celine looked at her, then her smile darkened. "Oh, darling, it's actual. I'm back. Sonia retreated with a faltering stride. She had fear flickering in her eyes. Celine looked at me, then her voice fell to a purr. "And I believe it's time we wrap up what we started on. Don't you?" My blood grew frigid. Sonia cast a glance at me, waiting for me to speak. Denying it. In order to drive Celine away. But I said nothing at all. Since the truth was... Celine still commanded influence over me. And Sonia understood it now as well. Her eyes grew black with treachery. She turned her heel and left. And hence this time? I was unsur

Sonia’s POV I started to swallow hard. "You are looking for him? Five years later is what you are. His jaw twitched. "You consider me not regretting that?" His voice fell, with something unvarnished. "You think I should not despise myself for letting you go? Since you knew about him?" My throat grew constricted. I detest this. Angry that part of me wanted to trust him. But I had changed into not that girl. "You did not let me leave, Ethan. You threw me aside. You never turned around after signing those divorce forms. His eyes sank black. "Do not test me, Sonia." "Or what?" I asked as I started to snap. "You would destroy me once more?" He moved forward, near enough to make me feel his body heat. His smell, spiced whisky and might, enveloped me and drew me into treacherous ground. His voice had silk and steel. "No, darling." I'll see to it you never leave me once more. My exhale caught. I molested him. I detested how much I still desired him. I had to flee. Today. I pushed

Sonia’s POV"You have ten seconds to get out of my way, Ethan." My heart was hammering so fiercely, I feared it would break my ribs as I tightened my small son's fingers. Ignorant of the tempest building between me and the man obstructing our progress, Lucas yawned slowly and clutched my fingers. Once **broken beyond repair**Ethan Adamson—the guy who had stood before me—dressed in a neat charcoal suit that gave him every bit the merciless millionaire he had evolved. His **piercing blue eyes**, which caused my knees to weaken, now **burned with something dark, unreadable**. And I detested my body still responding to him. Ethan's eyes flicked to Lucas, and his face changed to **sharp, lethal** like a creature detecting blood. "Who is he, Sonia?" asked * His voice was quiet, menacing. Though I pushed myself to remain cool, a shudder raced down my spine. "None of your nasty business." His mouth closed and muscles quitched. You are mistaken in that regard. This is most d