She found herself lying under the comforter. She woke up with a jerk after another nightmare. Beads of sweat tickled on her forehead. She embraced the comforter more closely. Pushing herself up, she smoothed her hair. Her gaze drifted around the room. It was empty. The fear confiscated her. Taking a deep breath, she tried to control her emotions. She shivered and let out a shriek. She glanced at the nightstand. She froze when she saw a pink paper on the nightstand next to her ringing phone. She was looking at the paper with shocked eyes. Another jolt of fear made her heartbeat skip when she heard the click of the door. Her head swiveled toward the door. Sweat trailed down her neck to her forehead. She saw a pink frill and a familiar smiling face came into view, "Did you like my drawing?" Selena asked with a broad grin on her face. She spun to the nightstand and dragged the pink paper with her shivering hand. She saw color pens on the
KAIRO "I'm very serious, Kairo," Salvatore said, clenching his teeth. His wry smirk deepened, "I'm very serious, too. Spill!" He ordered. "I'll cut your balls. If you share a single word with Ria and try to hurt her," He snorted with a deep frown. His smirk remained on his face, "Underline my words in your brain. I won't hurt. My. Wife," His gaze turned penetrated. Salvatore nodded and averted his gaze from his intense gaze, "She was sixteen. When she started to get slurry notes. She didn't sleep all night, just crying and frightened to be alone." A long exhale left his body. He arched his brows. She was scared last night. But it was also impossible when he was head of security. 'Then it wasn't a nightmare. She lied. I knew it when she couldn't look into my eyes. I couldn't get time to look in deeply. She's my liability. He didn't need to know the timing. ' "Your Capo couldn't catch him. He's still alive out ther
A smile spread across her face, recalling her conversation with her husband. She opened the door and stopped as many sets of eyes turned to her. She stood there holding her breath, looking at them with big eyes. "Hello, ma'am." A tall and lean woman walked ahead. Her short blonde hair was tucked in a ponytail. Her black suit was loose on her slim body, "I'm Rachel Martin, your personal bodyguard." She said. Her mouth gaped, "Who appointed you?" She asked. "Sir Kairo." She slightly bowed her head. Her face was unreadable. She took a deep breath and drifted toward the stairs. She heard footsteps and stopped near the stairs. She spun, "Are you following me the entire day? I'm..." She was about to say more but halted. 'I don't know how he put the box in the bedroom. It will work in my favor.' She nodded and turned to the stairs again. The hall was silent in the morning. She strode toward the kitchen. Ana and Isha were cooking. Rose was
It infuriated her that there was no privacy. The security was so tight inside and outside of the mansion. Somehow, someone still was able to put the box in her room. She was careful. She couldn't put herself under lock. Due to her fear, she couldn't ditch the day and the duties the marriage brought upon her. She was about to leave the room but halted. He was dressed in a charcoal grey suit with a maroon silk tie. It was matching his eyes. His forehead was creased under his dark expression. Her heart began to beat faster. She didn't want him to know anything about the stalker. It would complicate things between them. People considered him evil, a monster, commanding the streets of the city. Her eyes sparkled as they locked with him, "Good morning," She blushed and controlled hard to rein her smile. The harsh expression on his face faded, "Good morning," He nodded, slipping his phone in his pocket. He advanced his strides at her. Her s
She glanced at the door and hesitated to go out. She could hear his voice, issuing orders, checking security. She was feeling relieved that he knew. Now, she would be safe. But the guilt of hiding was nagging her. Though she didn't consider it compulsory to tell him anything. She was considering this chapter to be closed years ago. She walked over to the door, but she couldn't lift her hand to twist the knob. "I would behead you if I find any negligence. Keep the kids out of trouble. That's your responsibility, Paul." His voice was full of authority. "Yes, Sir." She heard a heavy male voice. A shiver ran down her spine in fear. She could feel the intensity of the situation. She was blaming herself for putting their lives in danger. Whoever was he? He was a psycho. She pursed her lips together to rein new forming tears in her eyes. She drew herself back and walked over to the window. She stared at the spot where she saw Rose clinching the gun.
A slow grin formed over her face. They talked about normal things, like a normal couple. She put the dress back and ran her hand through her hair. She was so lost in her thoughts. While walking out of the washroom, she hit her head with a solid body. She stumbled back. Her hand shot to her forehead as she began to rub it. She looked in his calm eyes. A smile spread over her face. "Sorry, I didn't see you." The trouble was she couldn't stop thinking about him after coming home from the drive. She wanted to know the plans for tomorrow. Violence was in his nature. But seeing him smiling changed everything. She wanted him to like her too. She couldn't read his gaze which nerved her, "Good night, " She muttered, walking away. His hand slid on her arm, he tugged her back to his chest. Her eyes widened. His hand slid across the back of her neck and up into her hair. His fingers curled, and he tugged, pulling her head closer.
She paced Inside the mansion, following Dean. Her guards were striding behind her like shadows. She looked over her shoulder and frowned at them. They acted like robots. "You hate them, too!" Dean laughed. "Do you, too?" She asked. "No!" He laughed and turned his index finger at Rose and Isha. They were sitting in the living area and laughing over something. She glanced around to find Ana. "There you are," Isha got on her feet and scurried at her. She clasped her hand and pulled her to the couch. Dean walked toward the double wooden door. Her eyes flashed over Rose, sitting on the couch comfortably, her cheeks were rosy and radiating skin. Her stomach was looking bigger. "I couldn't talk to you that day. Are you alright?" She asked, concerned. Rose patted the space next to her on the couch. Her smile was reaching her eyes. She sat down and looked around the house. It was the second copy of Rodriguez
She woke up at her usual time. The room looked empty. She felt saddened. After consummating, she was hoping he would lay next to her, demanding more. A tear slid down her cheek. Wiping it with the back of her hand, she swirled her neck and froze. His gaze was heated against her body. She felt the cold air against her skin. "Good morning," His brows creased. She tugged the comforter up, "Good morning." She cast her eyes low, blushing, forgetting her sadness. He towered over her and leaned in to kiss her, "Call me if you need anything," He said. She nodded. She could feel his calmness and peaceful environment surrounding her. He leaned down and pressed his lips softly on her head. She exhaled softly, pushing away the nagging thoughts. She clenched the soft fabric to her chest and watched him striding out. He clicked the door behind him. She wanted to find a quiet corner to grip her feelings. The storm of emotions wante