JENSYN“Linden, stop!” My voice cracked from my throat and bounced off the walls. Linden's arm was halfway in the air again, jaw clenched, moving towards River. He didn't seem to hear me, his breath was wild, his eyes blazed with anger.“Don’t,” I snapped, stepping in front of River. “I said stop! What is wrong with you? Don't hit him again!”My eyes travelled to River's body. He was already up, steadying himself on a chair. He winced, a rough groan leaving his lips. He wiped the blood trailing down his nostril with the back of his wrist.“What the hell is wrong with you?” River demanded, eyes narrowing at Linden. His voice was low from pain. “Is this how to say thank you? Shit, I saved your wife from God knows what, and you walk in throwing punches.”River was pissed and that only added to Linden's anger. Linden's eyes remained locked on River's. “Shut your mouth! What the hell was she doing here, then?”I knew I had to step in before things got out of hand.“Get out,” I said throu
JENSYN Cold whipped every inch of my body, pushing into my bone marrow. I was numb, but a part of me was aware of my surroundings and I clung to that feeling that I knew what was going on. I had to stay awake even though sleep shrouded my senses. My throat burned. I should scream. But no, I couldn't —not with the dirty gag pressing against my mouth. At that same time, I felt a rough hand caress my body. It pressed my forearm, then moved to smoothen my hair. It was as if the person was trying all in their power not to hurt me by mere touch. Panic flared in me, then defied me. I couldn’t slap the hand away. My wrists ached from the ropes biting into them, so tight behind my back. Heat radiated through the seat beneath me. The low hum if something—was that a car? Was I in a car? Yes, I was in a car. I tried to open my eyes and saw headlights reflecting off the window. In that state, I registered muffled voices coming from my front. A man and a woman. They were whispering, deba
LINDENThe restaurant booth smelled of roses and scented candles. The lights, warm and dull, hung from the ceiling that adored the small space. I adjusted a red throw pillow on the velvet couch, then adjusted it again when it fell. I wanted the arrangement to be perfect, too perfect to have been set up by me, and I hated how much I cared about it.I was about to make a lifetime decision with Jensyn, and I didn’t know what the hell I’d say to her.This wasn’t supposed to mean anything.It was still Christmas. Jensyn had gone to pick her mother up to stay with us. I didn't want to talk about this issue bothering me in the house with her mother there. I wanted us to have a private discussion. This was all I could think of. Jensyn and I were married—only on paper. Twelve months of no attachments. I had nine months left to get what I needed from my father and move on. Jensyn had nine months to claim three percent of my shares, amongst many things I promised her. If any of us broke that y
JENSYNIt's Christmas day.I strolled into the sitting room, the dull ache gone from my ankle. Sunlight swept over the glitter ornaments on the tree, casting gentle patterns across the walls. Humming a soft Christmas song, I found Andrea already at the foot of the tree, kneeling among the wrapped presents, anticipation dancing in her eyes.She turned when I approached. “Andrea, darling. Good morning,” I beamed, dropping beside her. Her face was still worn with sleep. She barely slept. For her, this was her first Christmas since she was born.“Good morning, Jensyn.” I drew her in for a hug. “Ready for your gift?”She nodded, fingertips trembling. “Yes!”Smiling, I took out the largest package with her name written on it and gave it to her. She looked into my eyes for a moment, as if she could steal away any hint of what I got her. Slowly, she began to tear the wrapping paper. She giggled when she got to the main package and found the gift I so desperately wanted to give her. A packet
JENSYN The tinsel stuck to my wrist again and I winced. I sighed, untangling it from the gingerbread ornament. The Christmas tree stood beside the side table next to Mama's bed, two feet tall and added a cheer atmosphere to the white walls in the room. Mama kept looking at me like I was doing something foreign. “Jensyn, why did you bring all these here?” she asked, watching me through tired eyes. “It's too much of a thing to drag from your place here. The folks here are going to their children's house for Christmas.” “You’re getting a Christmas, even if you’re stuck in here,” I replied, stepping back to study the lopsided tinsel. It was just how I wanted it to look. I got more ornaments for Mama than I did for myself. It was as if I wanted to bring all the brightness in the world into her room. I twisted the strings of red tinsel garlands around the bottom of the tree and smiled when the vision I wanted came out nice. “Mama, doesn't it look good?” I asked, smiling. Sh
LINDEN The nurses dressed in white tried to hold me down with words when I barged in, but I shoved past, chest pounding heavily. I ignored the stares from the patients and staff, focusing on my clenched fists. I wanted to unleash my anger on just one person but when I looked around, the person was nowhere to be seen.A petite nurse with a pen sticking from her cap, came forward and tried to talk to me. “Mr. Rawlings, sir, please… you're in the hospital.”My jaw clenched tighter. “Tell me she’s alive.”“Your sister is fine, she is receiving treatment, just calm down.”It wouldn't be news that Willow Rawlings was in this hospital. I wasn't an ordinary billionaire, half of the town knows me and what I do. I wouldn't hesitate to destroy whosoever messes with any of my family.“What room is she in?” I demanded.The nurse sighed and answered, checking the file in her hand. “She is in…”My patience was wearing thin and I yelled at her. But then, through the tension came Jensyn's gentle voic