LOGIN"Help!" she screamed, despite knowing it was hopeless. "Please save me!" "There will be no help for you, Sylvia Browne." His black eyes were filled with hatred as he looked down at her. "You're mine." "What do you intend to do with me?" She asked, quivering with fright. Xavier smiled menacingly at her. “Everything. Everything I've wanted to do to you. In Private." ************************* The perfect wedding. The perfect husband. The perfect dress. Everything was going according to Sylvia's plan. She was finally having her dream wedding with Arnold, a powerful billionaire in the country. But she did not plan to meet her husband's arch-enemy and rival. She surely did not intend to be abducted on her wedding day. Xavier was angry when he discovered that the man who had destroyed his happiness was getting married. Filled with the desire for revenge, he abducted the bride, Sylvia. He had only two intentions: ruin the wedding and take the girl for his revenge plot. But when he looked into her eyes, he felt different. He wasn't supposed to desire her. He wasn't supposed to want her in his bed. But he did. And Xavier got anything he desired.
View MoreSylvia hesitated outside the closed doors of the huge, flower-strewn library, frightened out of her mind.She could hear the rumble on the other side of door, the mutters and whispers. The wedding had been scheduled to start thirty minutes ago, and everyone was obviously starting to assume the worst.But there was no way around it. She had to get through it. With a deep breath, she pushed the doors open.The enormous two-story library had been modeled after an old English abbey with walls of gray stone. It was now festooned with white roses and candles, with hundreds of chairs set up to create an aisle down the middle.At the sight of the bride standing at the end of the aisle, musicians hastily began to play ‘Jesu, Joy of Man’s Desiring’ on guitars and violins. Sylvia stopped the music with a chopping gesture across her neck.Silence fell. She could have heard a pin drop as three hundred pairs of eyes turned to her.She trembled, passing a hand over her eyes. Then she heard her baby
Xavier had to hurry. Every second he wasted with Sylvia was like a grain of sand falling through a fatal hourglass. He had to leave at once.And yet he couldn’t.Leaving her felt like a death. He took a deep, shuddering breath. ‘This isn’t over,’ he said hoarsely. ‘I’ll be back after I close the deal in Rio.’‘Of course.’ Sylvia’s shoulders straightened, even as her lower lip trembled. ‘I will never stop you from seeing Robby. I hope…I hope you’ll see him often. He needs his father.’Xavier heard the music start to play downstairs and thought of the guests surrounded by white roses and candlelight, waiting for the wedding ceremony to begin. He clenched his hands, feeling that same strange spinning, sinking feeling in the region of his chest.‘Remember,’ he said tersely, looking at her. ‘This was your choice. I wanted to marry you.’She swallowed as tears streamed unchecked down her pale cheeks. ‘I’ll never forget that.’No, he thought suddenly. It couldn’t end like this. Not like this!
Two weeks later, Sylvia stared at herself blankly in the mirror.An elegantly dressed bride in a long, white lace veil and satin sheath gown stared back at her. It still didn’t feel right. She picked up her neatly bundled bouquet of white roses and looked back in the mirror.It was the morning of her wedding. In less than an hour she would have everything she’d barely dared to dream of—she’d be Mrs. Xavier Regulus. Robby would have his father.So where was the joy? She should have been ecstatic with bliss and hope. So why, looking at herself in this beautiful dress, standing in a suite of this beautiful rented mansion outside her village, did she feel so…empty?Xavier had wanted to marry her immediately, in Rio, but he’d quickly given in to Sylvia’s begging when she’d asked to have their wedding in New Hampshire, so her family could attend.‘We can get married in New Hampshire, of course we can, if that’s your wish,’ he’d told her. ‘But after the ceremony, we must live in Rio. Do you
Sylvia woke up with a start to see the soft curl of a pink sunrise through the windows. She sat up in bed abruptly, the blanket falling from her naked chest. Had she heard her baby next door?She listened, and heard nothing except Xavier’s even, steady breathing beside her in the shadowy bedroom. Then she heard Robby’s voice again.‘Ma…ma…ma!’Quietly Sylvia rose from the bed and pulled a robe off the bathroom door hook. Leaving Xavier’s room, she went down the hall to her own, where she found her baby son sitting up in his crib. Whispering soft words of love, Sylvia took him in her arms. Holding him tenderly, she fed him, rocking him in the rocking chair. The baby, now yawning with a full belly, swiftly fell back to sleep.But Sylvia knew she would not.Putting him back in his crib, she went to the en-suite bathroom, closing the door silently behind her. She turned on the shower and dropped the robe to the floor. As the steam enveloped her body, she climbed into the marble shower. Sh
Inside the cabin, Xavier sat down in the white leather seat. A flight attendant offered him a glass of champagne, which he accepted. It had been harder than he’d expected to convince Sylvia to come. She sat across from him, suddenly glaring at him beneath her dark lashes.Was she angry at him for som
As her mother turned to place Robby into her arms, Sylvia’s heart fell to the snowy, frozen ground. The six-month-old’s whine faded, turning to hiccups as he clung to Sylvia. Ruth leaned forward to hug her.‘Take the job,’ her mother whispered in her ear, then turned to Xavier and said brightly, ‘I h
Book TwoNote: This is a spin off of the last story which ended in chapter Forty-one. They are completely different stories merged together because both stories are short. I tried to expand but that would be adding meaningful details to both stories. I hope you enjoy. ‘Who is the father of your baby,
Two months later, Sylvia stepped out of the white clapboard chapel into the spring sunshine, still gripping her new husband’s hand.“It stopped raining,” Xavier said in amazement, looking up at the fluffy clouds in the blue sky. “Is that the sun? Finally, the day is a lot better and more beautiful.”W












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