—JENNIFER —
FOUR DAYS LATERI stood in the kitchen with blurry vision as tears continuously rolled down my cheeks hearing the conversation going on in the living area." I'm not giving you any other choice Henry!! Get your daughter ready to marry my son, or start preparing for your life on the streets. You won't have this house and damned business by tomorrow if you defy me. " Matthew Brown's cold voice rang in the living area while my Mom and Dad kept staring at the man in disbelief." How can you do this Mr., Brown?? What did my daughter do to get this kind of threat?? " My Dad asked with helplessness." Nothing. And Why are you only focusing on the threat-thing ? Think about it Henry, Your daughter will be the wife of the richest person in the whole of New York. She'll live like a Queen. What else do you want?? " Matthew spoke again with his usual calm demeanour.I clenched my jaws, feeling utter disgust towards this man. If I would have known he was going to do this, I would have left him on the road to die that day." Rich?? Do you think I keep my daughter starving?? It's about her whole damn life. It has to be her cho-My dad was cut short by the snort of that leech of a man who's been on our backs for the last two days and sucking us out of sanity." Choice?? That's exactly what I'm saying that you don't have any choice Henry. Tell me if it's a yes or no?? So I can start working on the Wedding preps if it's yes otherwise to get your family on the roads. ""Please don't do this to her. " It was my mom this time who has been silently sobbing until now." Nancy!! We aren't going to beg this man. And you get-My dad growled in anger while standing up but before he could complete I interrupted the conversation."I'm ready!! " I said, walking in the living area and standing before them.All heads whipped towards me. Two with shock and disbelief, other with thrill.I knew I didn't have any option if I didn't want to see my family being destroyed. Dad has spent all his life to take this business so far and I can't let this man ruin his lifetime of hard work." Jenni!! Go inside, I'm talking. " Dad shouted at me but I ignored his words and turned towards Matthew."I'm ready to marry your son. Now please get the hell out of here. " I was already on the verge of smacking his head on the table before him, but controlled somehow." Oh Dear, Thank you so much!! Here you did another favour for me. I promise, you won't regret this decision." He said with a full blown smile while standing up and walking up to me.I took a step back as he tried to touch my head. He chuckled at my action before heading out and disappearing behind the door while I stood glaring at his retreating figure.I turned back to look back at my parents but was welcomed with a sharp slap on my cheek. My hand went up to my face while I stared at my mom with wide shocked eyes."What the hell do you think you just did??" She screamed at me, tears never stopped flowing from her charcoal eyes."Mom?? I just wanted to get you both out of this problem. " I whispered while sobbing." Problem?? Do you think that was a problem?? THIS is the problem that you have just created by agreeing to that fucker's wish. " Dad stepped towards me with the same disappointed look as mom, at his face."Dad please. At least you und-" No Jenni!! . Do you think this low of me that I would sell my daughter off to save my business?? " His voice broke and I saw his eyes teary for the first time in my existence."I'm sorry. But this is the only option we have. And I don't regret doing it. " I said, before running back to my room with tears while they kept calling me.Locking my door, I dropped myself on my bed and cried my heart out.So this is the end of my fantasy??For all my life, I've been dreaming about a man who'd bring love in my life and make me live every moment of my imagination.But my world and expectations came crashing down with just one mistake of mine, One mistake of helping someone needy??Never In my life have I expected to get punished for helping someone.I couldn't help but curse that unfortunate moment when I met Matthew Brown.If I Had known that this is how he's going to return my favour, I would have run my car over him, myself.Bastard!!I didn't know that he knew Dad because of some business deal between them. Two days ago, Dad went into his office for a meeting when he saw my picture on his wallpaper and recognized me. Without any hesitation he put his proposal in front of Dad. But Dad said that I'll only marry on my own choice.The next day he sent his assistant with the same proposal and offered help in Dad's business in return. Which angered Dad and he directly denied and warned his assistant to never show his or his boss's face again.The old hag didn't stop there and today came here himself. Not with any offer but with a threat this time and I had to agree.I thought I was solving the problem. But just as Dad said, IT is the actual problem. But it was already too late for me to realise now.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