Novels by johneltriggerz

Chapter 6The inside of their car smelled like leather, weed and gun oil that had seeped into the fabric. It was too clean for grim reapers and too sharp for ordinary people. A predator’s den disguised as luxury.I slid into the back seat, and Lucifer, that’s who he looks like, I do not know his name, slid in after me. The other two claimed the front like they owned it, shoulders stiff. The man turned the key, and the engine purred to life.The silence that followed was alive, pulsing, suffocating. It gnawed at me, pressed on my ribs, until I wanted to scream just to shatter it.I folded my arms across his jacket that I was putting on, pulling it tighter over myself, acutely aware of how little I had on underneath. The fabric swallowed me whole, heavy on my shoulders, smelling like him. Smoke, leather, danger. God, why did that matter? I shifted toward the window, watching cliffs blur into cityscape, smoke trailing in the rearview like a ghost that wouldn’t let me go.Finally, he spok

Chapter 5*Valerie’s POV*“Watch it, young lady. You don’t talk to him like that.”The voice was silk over steel. I turned toward the fake grim reaper lady, looking at her up close, she was hot! She was tall, elegant in a way that screamed money and bloodlines, her red nails gleaming like claws, lips painted in disdain.“And who the hell are you?” I snapped back, my spine stiffening, bristling for war.Her arms folded with deliberate grace, a queen surveying something beneath her. Her lips curved, slow and venomous. “My name is Vivian, this is my boss and I would not allow you speak to him like that” she scoffed, “You think because you are a woman, he wouldn’t want to silence you, right?” she looked at him then back at me, “That’s why I am here, to get rid of annoying women who he respectfully doesn’t want to get rid of by himself”Her gaze slid to the jacket draped over my shoulders, her expression souring as though the sight physically burned her.That was so much for just a boss an

Chapter 4*Valerie’s POV*“Fuck you, Michael!” I screamed, my throat choked as black smoke curled up from the burning wreck below the cliff.“Fuck everything you ever meant in my life!” My fury spilling out of me. “You think I care that you left me at the altar? You think I care that you ran off with Cynthia? Please. She just took out the trash for me.”I actually didn’t care about those anymore, I did yesterday, because of the humiliation, but when I slept it through, I realized I am the prize. I do not need a man to make me feel like shit, if a man sees my worth, he will stay. Too bad Michael didn’t see it.“But what I do care about…” I screamed so loud the wind carried it back to me, “…is my fucking money! How dare you? How dare you take what I bled for?!”A bitter laugh slipped from my lips. “You think you can hide from me, Michael? You could run to the moon, to Elon fucking Musk’s Mars colony, and I’d still find you. And when I do, you will pay me back every single dime you took

Chapter 3: A Dangerous WeaponTony’s POV“Boss, this is madness,” Victor growled, his voice rough from a night without proper rest, acting vigilante for an acting broken bride.He had been pacing for hours, with his fists opening and closing like he wanted something to hit. “We’re wasting time, Don. We should torture her already!”“I want to be patient for once,” I muttered, not taking my eyes off her.Vivian exhaled a long, slow sigh, the kind that dripped with annoyance. She hadn’t moved much all night, lounging in the pew like a queen waiting for her court to amuse her. Her nails clicked against the wood, sharp little stabs in the silence. “She’s really pathetic. You would think she was auditioning for a telenovela.”Yeah, for her to stay out here in the cold all night, was a record breaking acting skill.I didn’t blink an eye watching this mysterious lady that has chosen to walk hand in hand with Michael to defile me. I do not know what her addition to his betrayal is, but it’s ob

Chapter Two: Meeting with HimValerie’s POV“Vale, I’m sorry. I can’t do this. I can’t marry you. I love Cynthia. We decided to move on together. Don’t try to find us. You’ll move on, you always do. Oh…and don’t bother looking for the properties and your credit scores you trusted me with. They’re gone too. I’ll put them to better use.”This wasn’t just abandonment, it was theft. It was betrayal wearing Michael’s handwriting, Michael’s careless grammar, Michael’s smug little arrogance tucked into the loops of every letter.How did I not see this coming? What blinded me so much that I couldn’t see that Michael and Cynthia were having an affair and plotting to humiliate me?The pounding of my pulse in my ears was loud enough to drown the hymn still playing faintly in the background. Who in God’s name is still playing a hymn like the wedding is still going on? Who? Why are they all trying to humiliate me?The paper shook in my hands as I squeezed it tightly.I was angry, raging, wishing I

Chapter One: Humilated“AHHHHHHHH!” I screamed as I read through the letter with my trembling hands.I thought I was going to die as I let out that scream off my throat, it ripped straight from the pit of my stomach, and ricocheted against the high, painted ceilings of the church until even the saints in the multi- coloured glass windows seemed to shiver in pity for me.I couldn’t stand anymore with the weight of what I just read, the heavy satin of my wedding gown tangling around my legs as I collapsed in front of the altar.The white roses I had clutched so tightly slipped from my fingers and the petals scattered and bruised as they tumbled down the steps of the altar like wounded soldiers fleeing the scene of battle.Gasps rippled through the pews, as the guest wondered why their beautiful bride screamed like it was her last day on earth. My ears caught fragments of their whispers, voices blending with the echo of my cry. “Madre de Dios…” “What happened?” “Did anybody die?”Som