WARNING: The female lead is not a weak, spineless doormat. She’s bold, funny, slightly fearless and witty as hell. Her husband is an absolute fool and her ex-fiancé is a full fledged red flag who is completely obsessed with her. Thanks for reading!! *** At the age of 18, Amani’s fiancé looked her in the eyes and called her “the trash.” On top of that, he proceeded to call off their engagement because he found a more beautiful and glamorous woman. Heartbroken and shattered, she gets married to Henry Wilson a few years later and he turns out to be an abuser and a cheat. Their son is diagnosed with stage four cancer and while he breathes his last on his deathbed, Henry is busy frolicking around town with his new secretary. Angry beyond measure, she files for divorce. Amani’s plan after divorce is to remain totally man-free for the rest of her life, but that plan turns to dust when the man who shattered her heart at 18 storms back into her life like a violent earthquake. Bhyron Macaulay is his name – New York’s most enigmatic billionaire bachelor, gorgeous as a demon and every woman’s dream man. One thing about him? He hates debtors. And Amani’s late parents owe him the sum of twenty million dollars. Bhyron has only one plan — to make sure Amani becomes his wife whether by consent or by force, and he plans to use that debt as leverage. When dark, haunting secrets about their pasts start to fly and Amani begins to feel a burning attraction for a man she once swore she hates, who will fall first? The heartless billionaire or the woman he once abandoned…?
View MoreBHYRONI arrive at the Hope Fortress for the second time to meet police cars parked on the grounds. My mood is too foul to speak to the cops right now and thankfully, they’re just leaving. I take the private elevator to my penthouse and try to appear as calm as possible while a bloody war is literally brewing in my veins. The second I step inside the brightly lit interior, I grab the first guard that I see, which, as luck would have it, happens to be Duncan.My vision is red and bloody with venomous rage as I slam him back first against the nearest wall, wrap both my hands around his throat and squeeze until his face is as red as a clown’s nose and he can barely speak. “Where is she?” I growl through clenched teeth. “I left my wife in your care for two hours, just two fucking hours, and she’s gone?! You have five minutes to provide her hale and hearty, otherwise, I’ll have you and your useless men slaughtered. That’s a fucking promise!” The atmosphere is thick and choking with tens
AMANII’m not sure how long I’ve trekked in the freezing cold, but I’m exhausted, hungry and frustrated.I haven’t stopped crying and hiccuping since Antonio kicked me out of their car and I’m still struggling to come to terms with the fact that I was almost raped.Minutes pass by and my headache returns. Combined with body pain and blurry vision, all I want to do is give up, lie on the wet street and wait for help. But if I do that, I’d either freeze to death or get attacked again.So I keep pushing. I’m half naked and on the verge of exhaustion. I feel like I’d pass out and die in the next few minutes, but I keep pushing. I try to count the seconds and minutes in my hazy mind. By the time I come across a pay phone ten minutes later, I’m pretty sure my soul has left my body. I duck into the glass booth, glad to have a temporary reprieve from the rain. I can’t stay very long though. The area seems dangerous and there’s barely another human being out here.My mood gradually takes a n
WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SEXUALLY VIOLENT SCENES. PLEASE DO NOT CONTNUE IF YOU’RE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH SUCH SCENES…***AMANIMy head is ringing. My heart is thumping. My entire body is stiff and I can taste pain at the back of my throat, but none of those horrible feelings can be compared to the icy fingers of terror that grip my heart as Antonio slowly starts to caress my sex.My body goes completely stiff, hoping he’d be thrown off by my lack of response, but the exact opposite happens. Antonio keeps rubbing my sex, pressing his thumb against my clit and murmuring dirty words in my ear that make my skin crawl.“Relax, Mrs. Macaulay. Don’t pretend like you don’t like this. I’m sure your husband touches you this way every night after he’s done fucking the whores in his club. And I’m sure you enjoy it.”His words rip through my heart like a well-aimed arrow and my tears fall harder. I never imagined that Bhyron was still sleeping with other women. We never spoke about seeing other
AMANIFor a split second, I vehemently choose to believe that that vile statement is the Gunam Brothers’ hilarious attempt at a joke. But the wicked gleam in Antonio Gunam’s eyes and the glint of desire as their gaze rove over my chest and jean-covered thighs alert my hazy mind that there’s nothing remotely hilarious about my situation. “W-wait… you want me to work as a sex slave?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.“Are you hard of hearing?” Antonio snaps, his eyes sparking with annoyance.Terror swims in my veins and I look around, desperately searching for a means of escape.“You’re trapped with us, Mrs. Macaulay. There’s absolutely no way you’d be able to escape if we don’t set you free ourselves.” Anton says quietly.I fold my trembling fingers in my lap and blink. They can read minds, too?Anger swirls in my brain when I think of Aunt Ophelia. She’s the reason I’m in this situation. Why did her greedy ass borrow another nine hundred thousand dollars without telling anyon
AMANIHunched over on my hands and knees on the smoothly carpeted floor of a luxurious car while two men who are most likely twice my size burn me to crisps with their eyes is not how I planned to spend the remainder of this horrible day.Slowly, I rise to my feet and sink into one of the seats opposite them, trying to cover up the icy fear that’s currently eating up my intestines like acid with a frown.I’m scared to death, I can’t think straight, but I sure as hell won’t let these big bad wolves eat me while I’m on the floor.The men are…twins? They have identical pitch black hair and fierce, wicked green eyes. Oh, and it doesn’t end there. They have on the exact same outfit — black leather jackets over a black shirt, black jeans and black boots. The silver glint of the expensive Rolex on both their wrists somehow adds to the ice-cold tension in the room. They’re even sitting alike, with their left legs crossed over the right one. Oh, and they’re gorgeous as hell. Although they b
AMANI“I’m sorry, miss, but Mr. Ayutthaya is currently guarded by heavy security. Only immediate family members can see him.”Soaked to the bone, shivering and dripping water all over the reception of the New York General hospital, my frustration starts to get the best of me. I wrap my trembling arms around my middle, hoping to ward off most of the cold.My heart burns at the thought that I trekked all the way from La Mariée and now the nurse is saying I can’t see grandpa. My efforts cannot go to waste. “I’m an immediate family member.” I say hurriedly, my voice dripping with desperation. “My name is Amani Macaulay. I’m his grandson’s wife. We’re very close and…”The receptionist frowns; “did you say your name is Amani?”I nod quickly. “Yes, yes.”She lowers her head, her fingers flying over the keyboard. My stomach flips and twists with nerves. Suddenly, I can sense a horrible feeling unfurling in my chest. When the nurse looks up, her frown is deeper than before and I can tell she
AMANII fell in love with Bhyron when I barely knew what love meant. But that turned out to be the worst mistake of my entire life because all he’s ever done is hurt me. Six years ago, he shattered my heart to pieces. Today, he pounded those broken, bloody pieces with a sledge hammer, crushing me to dust. There’s no similarity between the ice cold monster who spoke about hurting me without remorse in that office like I meant nothing and the young man who assured me that he could die for me when I was just nineteen.The old Bhyron loved me. He adored me.The old Bhyron made sure a teacher who almost sexually assaulted me in high school got beaten up beyond recognition.The old Bhyron threatened to sue the police force and the school if the teacher was not arrested. The old Bhyron walked hours in the rain to check on me after his father took his car away and I unexpectedly fell sick at midnight.The old Bhyron was young, but he would’ve killed anyone who dared to even look at me wron
AMANIA gasp of shock slips past my lips and I slap a hand over my mouth to keep the sound inside. My world is tilting on its axis. The universe is falling apart and I’m trapped inside.An invisible, sharp, heated blade slices through my heart with a force that almost sends me to my knees. I’m shaking, my throat is closing up, my fingers are trembling. I can’t breathe. For a second, I have no idea how to react. My heart melted when Bhyron told me he couldn’t live without me just a few hours ago. Now he’s planning on throwing me back to the streets? He’s planning to hurt me?Sharon lets out a victorious chuckle. I’m sure she’s enjoying this.“How do you plan on taking your revenge? Her parents are dead now. She’s the only one left.”Summoning the last bit of courage I possess, I finally peer into the office. The sight that greets me sends a horrible blow through my chest.Bhyron is seated on his chair and Sharon is standing so close to him, she’s literally plastered against his should
AMANIThe grand entrance to La Mariée is heavily guarded just like I expected, and unfortunately, I do not have a solid plan on how I intend to get in.I survey my surroundings, taking in the new addition to security with a rapidly pounding heartbeat. The first night I came here, the only form of security was the doorman and two armed guards. Today, I can count at least fifteen armed guards all with similar dark scowls on their faces as they patrol the grounds.Shit! What to do? What to do?My planning skills only ended at how to escape The Hope Fortress. I left everything else to my guardian angels and they don’t seem to be of much help at the moment.I take a deep breath, about to try my luck when my phone rings. The sound alerts one of the guards and he turns, pinning me in place with fiery green eyes. My heart nearly stops beating.I retrieve my screaming phone from my pocket with shaky fingers and answer the call once I see Zuri’s name flashing across the screen.“Zuri…”“Girl, t
“Mommy, where’s daddy? He promised he’ll be here for my birthday. Is he working again?” I swallow the painful lump in my throat and turn to my three-year old son. The hospital air is already depressing enough, but watching my frail son tethered to so many wires threatens to break the dam that holds my tears. “Your father will be here soon, sweetheart. He promised us, didn’t he? I’m sure he’s on his way right now.” I say those words without any iota of hope whatsoever. It’s already eleven PM and I’ve been calling my husband since sunrise with no response. “It’s almost midnight.” Dave argues weakly. “Is he spending time with Miss Laura and her daughters again? But he promised to stay with me throughout today.” His eyes fill with tears and my heart tightens painfully. No longer able to bear his sad face, I plaster a fake smile on mine, get to my feet and wipe his cheeks. “You know what? I’m sure daddy is waiting outside right now. I’ll go out there and bring him in, ok
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