They met, they fought, they got married. Both of them had sworn to never see each other's face on their first meeting, on their second meeting their marriage was being fixed. Jennifer Wingsley, a twenty three years old girl who was waiting for only one thing in her life, true love. Christian Brown, a devil with handsome face. Words like love and marriage never existed in his twenty six years of life. Pure hatred was what they felt for each other since the first time they met. Bound into an arranged marriage, how will they survive under the same roof?? Chaos is bound to happen with these two totally opposite persons tied to each other for lifelong. Will the hate change into love?? Will they survive this marriage or end up killing each other?? Join in the journey of Christian and Jennifer.
View More—JENNIFER—
I was halfway to my house when I saw the crowd gathered on the side of the road. I don't drive too fast usually, that's why while passing them I got the glimpse of the man lying in the middle of that road. I couldn't help but stop the car near them and got out.Passing the crowd when I reached in the middle,I saw a middle aged man lying unconscious there. My eyes widened at seeing blood all around him. I looked around to find the people just standing and staring at his lying figure."Someone please call the ambulance!! " Someone from the crowd shouted and I rolled my eyes while looking at the phone in his hand."Get away!! " I pushed the people away from the man and sat down to check his pulse.It was slow but thankfully still working. With the help of some men, I managed to get the man in my car before turning to the muffelings of the crowd.One of them was holding a suitcase and trying to open it while others were watching him.I guessed that the suitcase belonged to the injured man and snatched it from them before driving towards the nearest hospital.I stayed in the hospital while he was getting treated. I didn't know the man but a nurse handed me his wallet with his phone before taking him inside the hospital room.I kept staring at the suitcase with curiosity while assuming there was a bomb or diamonds inside it.Readers mind!!My concise scolded me for invading someone's things. And I tried to keep my hands away from his belongings."Mam, please sign these papers!! " A nurse forwarded some formality documents which should be signed by the family.I looked at the nurse before telling her. " I don't know the man. ""Oh, it's okay. His family has been informed. " She said, making me surprised."Do you know him?? " I asked back."Who doesn't?? " I saw a look of disbelief on her face before she walked towards the reception.I sat back on the chair, lost in my thoughts about who the man could be when my eyes fell on that suitcase, again.One peak doesn't hurt anyone.My inside suggested and I scolded myself again. But I couldn't keep my hands to myself and finally my curiosity won and I slowly opened the suitcase and peaked inside.My jaws scattered on the floor as I looked at money inside it. A lot of money and some documents ,cheques and literal diamonds inside it.DIAMONDS??Is he some illegal smuggler??Or maybe a thief??Or maybe a damn Mafia man??My stupid head suggested the possibilities as I kept staring at the shining objects inside the suitcase.Either this man is a thief or a hell of a rich person.I heard sudden footsteps that brought me back on the earth. I clammed the suitcase shut before placing it on my lap again and started whistling as if I was snooping in someone's suitcase like a creep just a moment ago.Looking up, I found a man around my age with a tense look as he was walking towards me."Where's Mr. Brown?? " The man asked the nurse who was in the hospital room and was heading towards the reception."He's fine now, but still unconscious. '' She said before pointing towards the room.The man nodded before walking up to me and stopped. I stood up instantly." Thank you so much for your help. I'm Mr. Brown's assistant""Oh. It's okay. It was my duty. " I smiled formally before he nodded and walked inside the room.I stood there dumbly for some moments before I realised that I needed to go home. I looked down at my hands which were holding that suitcase and his other belongings.Now what should I do with these??Giving it a thought I headed towards the door but a nurse stopped me. " Mam, he's still unconscious. You can't go inside ""I, er, need to give this to him then I'm leaving. " I said, raising the suitcase."You can give it to me, I'll give it to him. " She offered and the shining objects flashed in my head."No, I - you, please call his assistant out. I'll give it to him. " I said and the nurse frowned at me before nodding and turning around to go inside.But instead, the man, who introduced himself as his assistant, came out. " He wants to meet you. " He said looking at me and I nodded after a moment of my thinking session.I entered inside behind his assistant and Mr. Brown was laying on the bed with closed eyes. Hearing the footsteps he opened his eyes and looked at me before passing me a smile.I smiled back before walking near him and stood patiently to hear his thank you then leave."Please Sit." He said and I unwillingly settled on the stand beside his bed."I wanted to thank you personally for saving my life. " He said, eyeing me gratefully."It's totally fine, Sir. How are you feeling now?" I asked politely."Better!! " He smiled saying before asking the question I was waiting for. " I had a suitcase with me when I -"Here. I guess you are talking about this ??" I asked, raising the suitcase.His eyes lit up and I heard him sigh in relaxation. Before a frown made a way on his face."You didn't check to know what's inside it?? " He asked, with a raised brow.I felt like a deer caught in a red light as my ears and cheeks turned pink with embarrassment." I did. " I accepted with a guilty smile." And still didn't try to run with it?? " He asked again.A chuckle escaped my lips at his words making him look at me attentively. " Not as rich as you are but my father has enough money for me to survive. " I ended my words with a proud smile while handing the suitcase to his assistant who was standing at the end of his bed." What's your name?? " He asked again.I hesitated for a moment then answered " Jennifer Wingsley. "He squinted his eyes as if trying to remember something but I interrupted his pondering session." I should leave now. Get well soon. " I said standing up and he nodded before I left the room.I swear, I didn't help him to have anything in return. But he definitely returned the favour and made me regret saving his life.JENNIFER The next few days were spent with everyone celebrating my memory regaining and for our soon to be born child. Mom and Dad disclosed the whole truth about Catherine and I was just happy that they at least told me whatever it was. I was upset for being lied to but never angry. It eases their tension and we are back to normal. I looked at the clock and then towards the main door. With a sigh filled with disappointment, I had just turned back when the click of the door opening had me turning back again only to see my husband dearest entering with a bag in his hand. “You’re home.” I exclaimed, with a relieved smile while mentally thanking God. At first glance, he looked the same as when he’d left— black shirt, black pants, hauntingly beautiful face—but a closer look revealed the quiet storm brewing in his eyes. “You asked me to come home.” He watched, body still but gaze burning like an open flame, as I closed the distance between us. “So here I am.” His rough velvet
JENNIFER When I opened my eyes, my head felt heavy. It was hurting like someone had crushed it under a car wheel. With a wince of pain, I opened my eyes and the first thing I landed my eyes on was a pair of black eyes. Two moments of unblinking stare into those worry filled eyes before I took a sigh of relief. “ Christian!” I called out his name in my weak and hazy voice and saw him practically relaxing. As if a burden was taken away from her chest. “ Princess! You are awake.” His voice was filled with relief. “ What do you think?” I joked at his obvious question. A small sigh left his lips before a soft smile appeared as he bent down to kiss my forehead. “ You scared the shit out of me.” He murmured, straightening back. “ What? I don't remember anything?” I asked and he froze in his place. “ You don't remember anything?” He asked, repeating my words and emphasised on the last word. Now it was my turn to freeze in my place. I paused and all the events of the past
CHRISTIAN “Hello, Raphael.” I examined Jennifer’s stalker, who was strung up with heavy cuffs locking his arms and legs into a vertical spread- eagle position. Nails pinned his palms to the wall behind them, while black and blue bruises mottled his body like an obscene piece of abstract art. We were in the warehouse I’d bought for this specific purpose. Remote, soundproofed, and guarded enough that an ant couldn’t crawl across the floor without me knowing. Not all of my guys were okay with dirty work, which was fine. I only needed a few who were, and they’d done their job prepping the bastard for me. I couldn’t have him waiting too comfortably while I tended to Jennifer. My gaze flicked to the floor. A small pool of blood stained the smooth grey concrete. That was also fine. It will grow soon enough. Raphael’s face was so beaten up it was unrecognisable, but the heat of his glare made me smile. He had a bit of fight left in him. Good. That would make our session so much m
JENNIFER I slept in until almost noon the next day. It was the latest I’d ever woken up, but the previous day’s events had taken their toll. Even after a solid sixteen hours of rest, fogginess clouded my brain as I walked to the kitchen. Being drugged and kidnapped. Finding out my husband dearest has a brother about which I still have to ask him, Nearly dying, then getting rescued by Christian, and sort of/kind of making up with him. I’d had time to process, so it was easier to wrap my head around what happened, but yesterday was so surreal I still felt like I was walking on the edge of a dream. It was Monday, so I’d expected Christian to be at work. But when I entered the sun-splashed kitchen, I found him standing by the espresso machine, dressed in a black shirt and pants instead of his usual suit. I blinked with surprise. “You’re here.” I asked and he turned back swiftly as if pulled back harshly from another world. I guess I disturbed his thoughts. “It is my house,” he s
CHRISTIAN She’s here. She’s safe. I repeated the words in my head as I held Jennifer tight. Tiny shivers rippled through her body, and even though she was almost as tall as me, she felt fragile. Breakable. Fierce protectiveness burned in my chest. “It’s all right, princess,” I murmured. “You’re okay. You’re safe.” She buried her face deeper in my neck, her soft sobs twisting my heart like a wrung-out rag. Her hold on me felt like I was the only trustable and safe place for her. It felt like the old times, before her accident. It felt like I was holding her again for the first time in years, but this wasn’t how I’d wanted it to be. Not with her bruised, hurt, and terrified. Something struck my mind and my one hand automatically moved towards her belly. I felt my heart clenching in my chest at the thought of any possible harm to our child. The relief I’d felt at seeing her alive gave way to renewed rage. My cold gaze found Rapheal over Jennifer’s shoulder. He should pray t
Jennifer Lights washed across my vision at the force of the impact, but I didn’t have time to waste. I slammed my wrists down as hard as I could behind me until the frayed rope snapped against the protrusion. Luckily, Raphael hadn’t tied my legs, and I stumbled to the door. I almost made it before strong hands yanked me back. I hit the floor with a thud. Raphael pinned me to the ground and manacled my wrists above my head. “Let go of me!” I struggled against his hold. “You’re mine,” he said calmly, like we were at a picnic in the park and he wasn’t holding me hostage. “It’ll be so much easier if you give in, Jennifer. I don’t want to hurt you.” I couldn’t keep struggling forever. My energy was already fading, my muscles sore and my thoughts jumbled with panic. I turned my head a fraction to the right, and my breath hitched when I saw my purse lying a few feet away. My taser. I always kept it on me because since Christian forced me to do it. If I could only reach it… Raphae
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