Samantha
DYLAN came back with police officers behind him. My lips parted in shock after he welcomed the officers and politely offered them a coffee, which they refused. He then darted his eyes to my direction and smiled, “Hello, my dear wife.”
He went to me and gently kissed my cheeks. He faced the officers, “You see, officers. There's no way that I'd hurt this beautiful lady beside me after I chased her for years just to gain her trust. That complainant you're talking about must be crazy,”
I couldn't speak. Now, I understand what's happening. The two police officers are here to look after us after someone reported that Dylan is hurting me. They probably did not find any concrete evidences against Dylan to file a case, so they're here, watching his move.
“Sweetheart, someone accused me of hurting you. I know who was it. Probably, he's jealous because you fell in love with me after he left you,” Dylan heaved a sigh and s
SamanthaTONIGHT is Dylan's birthday celebration. Everyone in our mansion are greeting us as they spend the night with my evil husband who's smiling like a freaking angel—hiding his true colors rotting smell of evilness.“So, my wife here needs so much care. We aren't really expecting this to happen. L-Losing a child is—is so h-heartnreaking.”I stared blankly at Dylan's face. He's acting as if he was really hurt and brokenhearted. I pressed my lips together and went upstairs. I don't wanna talk with those people. They won't help me, anyway.I lazily dropped my body on the bed and squeezed my eyes closed. Few minutes later, and I heard the sliding door in the balcony of the bedroom. I turned my gaze to that direction and my eyes widened in shock. “Jacob?”Jacob is standing by the sliding door, and he's holding a one tulip flower. He smiled and handed me the flower. “Good evening, beautiful.”
SamanthaI FELL asleep on the bed after Jacob left. When I woke up, it's already morning. I did all my morning routines and went downstairs. Jacob is cooking breakfast when I entered the kitchen. Dylan is on the dining table, sipping on his coffee. He quickly pulled me to sit on his lap when he noticed me. He pulled my nape and tried to kiss me on my lips, but I moved my face and his lips landed in my cheeks.He firmly gripped my arm. “What's your problem?”I looked at him and pulled myself up. He glared at me after I took a step back.“You have the responsibility to make me feel better, Samantha! Kiss me, now!” he demanded.I didn't move. I didn't even flinch on his angry remark. I just stared at him blankly, and it made his anger worse.He rose from his seat and was about to hit me when I lifted my face and angrily snorted at him. “Go on! Hit me! Create a visible bruise and wound in my face. Go on, Dylan
Samantha's POV:I CARESSED my stomach as it grumbles. I want to eat a peanut. Damn! I'm salivating! I went downstairs with my messy hair, and I'm certain it looks like a bird's nest. While caressing my stomach, I went to the kitchen and found Jacob sipping a coffee. He was on his phone and because I was so silent and my steps barely make noises, he wasn't aware that I was behind him.“Yes! Do everything, please! I need the informations asap. Yes, thank you,” he said to someone over the phone.He was so serious, and he talked like some kind of authoritative boss. My forehead creased, but I immediately shrugged the thoughts when my stomach grumbled again.“Samantha!”Jacob looked so shock as he noticed my presence. His face looked so worried about something, but I ignored it. Instead, I pouted. “I want peanut, Jacob.”His forehead creased. “Peanut? You're allergic to peanuts, Samantha.”
Samantha's POV:I WAS caressing my still flat tummy. I can't believe that Dylan outsmart me again. He made me pregnant, but I won't tell him about it. To hell with his rights, I won't let him know about the kid.“Samantha,”I looked at Jacob. He's standing by the door frame holding a glass of milk. He smiled. “How do you feel?”I shook my head. “I feel nothing.”He heaved a sigh and entered my room. He handed me the glass of milk. “You should sleep after this milk.”I sipped on the milk and stared at him. “Thank you.”He smiled and caressed my cheeks. “Anything for the woman who owns my heart.”I put the glass of milk on the bedside table and crashed my lips on his. He was in shock but he eventually started answering my wild and wet kisses. He pushed his tongue inside my mouth and played with my tongue. I groaned as I straddled his lap and hugged his nape.
SamanthaJACOB keeps on kissing my cheeks as he was sitting beside me here in the garden. I wasn't bothered about Dylan finding out about us, since I don't care about him at all. Besides, Jacob disabled the camera on the front door. I was actually pissed because he didn't do that before when he can, but he said Dylan would be suspicious if he did.“You know you're beautiful when you're smiling, so don't frown,” said Jacob while staring at me.I chuckled at his remark as I sipped on the orange juice he made for me. “Well, Mr. Lee, I was frowning because of you.”Accidentally, my eyes landed on someone at the gate. My lips parted in shock as I pulled myself up. Our eyes met, he looked so shock as he keeps on furrowing his eyebrows.“Lucian,” I whispered under my breath.Jacob stood on his feet and looked at Lucian’s direction. The latter rushed to us and punched Jacob's face. “FUCK YOU!”“LUCIAN!” I screamed and blocked h
Samantha's POV:I WOKE up in the middle of the night feeling uncomfortable. I felt a warm finger caressing my cheek. It was a familiar touch, but something that isn't comfortable for me. It feels like a touch of a devil.Slowly, I opened my eyes and my breathing hitched as I came face to face with a man wearing a devilish grin on his lips. His eyes are sharp and could kill.“Good evening, sweetheart. Did you miss me?”My breathing becomes rugged as I felt his fingers in my neck. I whimpered when he kissed my jaw and licked my earlobe.I gathered all my strength despite my trembling fists and lips. “I-I thought you won't be able to go home for a couple of days?”He chuckled and sat beside me. His eyes darted to me and started raking all over my body that was covered with a white night gown. His eyes bore to me again. “Why? Disappointed that you won't be able to f-ck with him again since I'm here now again?”Fear cons
Samantha's POV:I COULDN'T do anything. I wanted to ask for help, but seeing rage in Dylan's eyes terrified me. He looks like a devil who's ready to kill anyone who dare to get on his way. It scares me—not because of myself but because of Jacob, Lucian, and my brother Shane. “Now, sweetheart. Are you ready?”I bore my eyes to Dylan and a lone tear escaped my eyes. I don't wanna go, but I will be putting three important people in danger if I refuse to Dylan.Squeezing my eyes closed, I nodded. “Y-Yes.”Dylan grinned and lifted my chin using his index finger. “You picked the right option, sweetheart.”Dylan grabbed my wrist and started pulling me. Tears left my eyes as Dylan continued dragging me to the staircase. I want to shout and ask for help, but it will be selfish of me if I put Jacob's life on the line.Defenseless and completely defeated, I let Dylan pushed me inside the passenger of his car. He then entered and s
Samantha's POV:DYLAN is caging me inside a huge house. I don't know who owns this house, but it seems abandoned. I'm scared. I don't know what are his plans, but I'm certain he's caging me here until he's satisfied or perhaps… forever.Disagreeing to my thoughts, I shook my head. That's when I remembered how loud the explosion was. How that huge fire ate the mansion that my grandparents built. How my heart was shattered thinking that Jacob was burned inside the house. It kills me. I wanted to hope, to believe that he manage to escape before the explosion, but that is very impossible when he's sleeping in his room. No! He's alive! I have to think positively. He will come to save me. That's for sure.I hugged myself while sitting at the edge of the bed. Dylan has been keeping me in this room for two consecutive days. This room is literally a cell. The windows have grills and the door is locked from outside. I couldn't escape, oh, I couldn't even think a way