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CHAPTER 19 – THE INVASION
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Becoming Mrs. Blackstone CHAPTER 20 – THE INVASION (II)
LONDONRamsey Mikhailov has very strange eyes.His eyes are a sharp, sickening shade of blue. They practically give me the creeps. I access him from beneath the protection of my veil. He looks…strange. He gives off the aura of a very dangerous man. A Made man – tense, stiff and poised for attack, and those eyes of his are permanently glued to me. They follow my descent from the grand stairs so intently, all the way until I'm standing before him. His eyes burn into me like he can see all the way into my soul…I'm beginning to believe he can.Even as I recite my vows with a trembling voice and shaky knees, those uncanny blue eyes never leave me. I'm beginning to feel really uncomfortable.His white-blonde hair glints in the hall's bright lights. There's something off about it. Hell, alot of things are "off" about this man. He's huge…really huge. As big as Luca. He stands a few inches over six feet, and I can't help but notice how his broad shoulders fill out his suit so perfectly. He's
Becoming Mrs. Blackstone CHAPTER 21 – THE CHASE
LONDON"Help me."Those words, softly spoken, but laced with so much fear it sends an arrow straight through my heart. I pause with the realization that I've never seen Cheyenne – Skylar, scared. Angry, raging, furious, protective but never scared.As Romanov's men take her away from the halls…away from me, my heart lurches at how downright defeated she looks. Mikhailov, that half blooded fucker, I will deal with him later. Right now, I have to stop his dumbass men from getting Skylar to that airstrip. If she gets on that Russian bound plane, I might never see her again. My insides turn to ice at the thought. No. That can never happen.Rage, hot and venomous, roars through my veins. I fucking looked for her. She is all that has been on my mind for the past few hours. Then I finally find her and some fucker thinks he can take her away from me.Skylar Romanov is mine. She was always destined to be mine. If Mikhailov's men successfully get her on that damned aircraft, I will shoot it
Becoming Mrs. Blackstone CHAPTER 22 – HIS TOWER IN THE SKY
NEW YORK"You called out my name in your sleep."My gritty eyes fly open. Those roughly muttered words succeed in completely banishing the darkness that threatened to suffocate me. My blurry gaze meets the smooth, glass ceiling of the room. The world won't stop spinning. Everything looks and feels strange, and my memories are a blank, empty space.All I remember is a deafening, mind numbing ringing in my ears and smoke…so much smoke. Where is this place? Even brain fried and disoriented, I realise that this sure as hell doesn't look anything like my room back at the mansion. It feels cold. There's a formal, stiff air about it. My head feels like it has been stuffed with wads of cotton wool. God, my throat hurts.I try to move my hand then freeze when something tugs at my wrist. With a pained gasp, I turn my head slowly to the side. It take a minute to recognize the IV machine beside me. The see through bag which contains a colorless liquid is almost empty. The fog of confusion that
Becoming Mrs. Blackstone CHAPTER 23 – A PATH TO THE TRUTH
NEW YORK."Have you killed her yet?"I push open the doors to my office to find Ricardo sitting in one of the visitors' chairs, completing a jigsaw puzzle. From years of knowing him, I know he has chosen the most difficult colour combinations. He says it keeps him grounded…keeps him sane, and I totally understand that. In a world like ours, constantly filled with blood, chaos and pain, we all need an anchor, even if it's a damn puzzle, otherwise we might end up going crazy.For years, that achor has been Ricardo. Now, I have the feeling that might change soon, because a certain gutsy, fiery, little temptress makes me feel more sane than I have in years. Shit is so terrifying."No. She's still alive, and I'm keeping it that way."Ricardo finally shifts his attention from the almost completed puzzle and turns to me. His features are etched in a strange expression. He almost looks…unsure, and Ricardo has never looked less than confident."Why? The plan was to kill her at the wedding."
Becoming Mrs. Blackstone CHAPTER 24 – TESTING HIS LIMITS
NEW YORKI am exhausted.I collapse on the downy, four poster bed with a strained huff. I have single handedly searched every nook and cranny of this luxurious room for a way out, but I've only met frustratingly disappointing dead ends.The windows have been nailed shut from the outside. I even tried the minuscule bathroom window, but that is sealed as well. I almost laugh out loud when I remember the little mental breakdown I suffered in the bathroom. I ended up screaming the whole place down. I remember hitting and smashing things, but my memories are blurring again. Now that I think about it, I might be in a bit of trouble with Luca for destroying his billion dollar bathroom.Not that it wouldn't serve him right. I am a prisoner here, his captive. If he does not release me to Dad per my request, I might just end up making life extremely miserable for him. Starting with destroying his most prized possessions. I may have smashed a Gucci perfume worth ten thousand dollars, but no har
Becoming Mrs. Blackstone CHAPTER 25 – A BATTLE OF WILLS
NEW YORK.I have read novels where the heroine describes her hero's kiss as mind numbing and Earth moving. I've even read books where the sensual touching of lips to lips moves a woman to tears. I have imagined what it would feel like to wrap my arms around a man I want and surrender to his warm, gentle touch.But nothing prepares me for the electricity that shoots up my spine when this man's lips meet mine. Nothing prepares me for the dizzying, heady feeling that accompanies his brutal taking.He's not soft. His lips on mine cannot even be classified as gentle, but it is exactly what I need. His hands sink into my hair and he angles my head to meet his urgent, seeking lips. His mouth brands me, his tongue sets my body on fire. He is harsh and brutal in his taking, smashing his lips on mine like he can never get enough.And me?I grip onto the front of his starched shirt, hanging on for dear life. I am supposed to be kicking and screaming, running away from him, but once again, my bo
Becoming Mrs. Blackstone CHAPTER 26 – HER PAIN
NEW YORKI slam the door shut, ignoring the treacherous part of my heart that feels like I have just let something precious slip from my fingers. I clench my palm to numb the rage. Skylar has pointedly refused to come to terms with the fact that there's no escaping me and I must admit, it's becoming quite frustrating.My heart sinks with the realization that she's right. I might never win her over by keeping her locked up in a fifty feet tall, glass cage. But hell if I'm ready to have that conversation with myself. Other men gently woo their ladies. Other men shower their women with soft, unconditional love. Not me though. I know what I want and I go after it like an unhinged, wild bull.Skylar will just have to accept me the way I am – the brute, the devil, and maybe, just maybe, her worst nightmare.I will never sing her serenades and throw flowers at her feet. I will never give her slow dances by the fireplace or whisper sweet nothings in her ear, but I am ready to devote the p
Becoming Mrs. Blackstone CHAPTER 27 – FEVER
NEW YORKAfter a brief talk with the guards I had stationed outside the door which reveals that there's been no sound or suspicious movement from Skylar's room for the past few hours, I become even more worried.It's not like the little Russian minx to go a full hour without causing some kind of trouble, talk more of four while hours.I push open the double doors and walk into the darkened room. The heavy draperies have been pulled shut, obstructing any form of night light from filtering in. The bedside lamp and all other room lights are turned off, too. I pause for a moment, trying to adjust to the pitch blackness. When I'm still unable to really make out anything, I whip out my phone and put on the flash light.I switch on the bedside lamp and my gaze lands on the lump underneath the duvet."Go away." She mumbles.I breathe a sigh of relief. Thank God she's okay… Or is she?My eyes narrow as I notice the slight movements of the lump.Fuck! She's shivering.I rush to her bedside and
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- Becoming Mrs. Blackstone CHAPTER 29 – THE END
- Becoming Mrs. Blackstone CHAPTER 28 – MR. DO WHAT HE WANTS
- Becoming Mrs. Blackstone CHAPTER 27 – FEVER
- Becoming Mrs. Blackstone CHAPTER 26 – HER PAIN
- Becoming Mrs. Blackstone CHAPTER 25 – A BATTLE OF WILLS
- Becoming Mrs. Blackstone CHAPTER 24 – TESTING HIS LIMITS
- Becoming Mrs. Blackstone CHAPTER 23 – A PATH TO THE TRUTH
- Becoming Mrs. Blackstone CHAPTER 22 – HIS TOWER IN THE SKY
- Becoming Mrs. Blackstone CHAPTER 21 – THE CHASE
