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JAYCE BECKETT I could have died! That was the only thought running through my mind, echoing in my head over and over again as I sat motionless, watching Renato kneel in front of me, untying the rope on my legs. I hadn't said a single word to him since he brought me inside this fucking building that I never knew existed in this goddamn forest. "What?" Renato asked, slowly raising his head to stare at me. I said nothing, only letting out a soft groan when the rope came off and my legs were finally free from the bindings that had held them together. Obviously, Renato wasn't pleased with my silence. You could tell by the ugly lines forming between his eyebrows. He gripped my knees, forcing my legs apart as he slid between them, his hands slipping under the robe I wore, caressing my hips. "Are you mad at me?" he muttered, pursing his lips, his eyes narrowing.Was I mad at him? Was he seriously asking if I was mad at him after he almost, almost dumped me in that water for crocodiles
JAYCE BECKETT I am cold.I am fucking freezing.The chill in the air was suffocating, seeping into my bones like a cold dread. I didn't recall the room being this frigid when we first entered, but now the cold was intensifying, my body shivering uncontrollably. My extremities felt numb; I couldn't feel my hands, and my legs seemed bound together, my body swaying gently as if pulled by an unseen force.A murky sound emanated from beneath my head, accompanied by the distant hissing and splashing of water. The rustling of unknown objects around me and the heavy, scaly movements of something slithering through the water sent a shiver down my spine. The air reeked of damp earth, decaying vegetation, and a pungent, musky scent that made my stomach churn.Where am I? Was this some twisted dream? But why did it feel so real? The fear coursing through my veins seemed all too tangible."You're awake?" A gruff voice muttered beside me, followed by the sound of a lighter flickering to life.
RENATO MARINO I want to keep him. I want to own him. I want to make him mine. The words repeated in my head like a catchy tune from a commercial as I watched Jayce sleeping soundly on my bed, occupying the space I had never shared with anyone else. Seeing him like this made me wish this moment would last forever. I wanted to leave the office every day, knowing he'd be here, waiting for me. And every night, he'd be in my bed. Occupying this lonely place with me. He would only sleep every night to my body pressed against his, and my arms wrapped around him. And I'd get to see what he looks like every morning after waking up from sleep. I knew this might sound like a fairytale, considering I wasn't feeling this way about him just a few hours ago. But after seeing that picture in his apartment and that damn ring on his finger, I felt the hunger to own him, to possess him, to make him mine. "What is wrong with me?" I groaned, my eyes dropping to the pill bottle on the floor. I pi
JAYCE BECKETT As Renato callously tossed the wedding ring out of the window and sped off without even giving me a chance to retrieve it, I was consumed by a single, crushing thought. HOW IN THE WORLD WAS I GOING TO FIND THAT EXACT SAME RING AND WHERE DO I FIND THE MONEY TO PAY FOR IT?! The very thought of facing Cole and confessing that I'd lost the ring was unbearable; he'd never believe such an outlandish lie. And to make matters worse, we were supposed to return the rings to his parents when we finally got divorced, since they'd been a gift from them. What in the world was I supposed to do now?! My head throbbed with searing pain as I pressed my forehead against the car window, shooting daggers at Renato as he continued driving with an infuriatingly calm demeanor. The audacity! He didn't even have the decency to apologize for his reckless actions, and now he was refusing to let me out of the car. What had I done to this heartless bastard to deserve such treatment?! What
JAYCE BECKETT "Ignore him; if you act like you don't see him, he'll stop bugging you and go away," I told myself. And that was exactly what I did. I dipped my hands into my pocket, my gaze dropped to the floor as I made my way toward my car. Unfortunately for me, my car was parked right next to his. I brought out my car key, keeping my gaze locked on the key in my hand, not acknowledging the bastard that was glaring hard at me. "Don't make me say it again," Renato growled, making my hands tremble, and the key slipped out of my hand, dropping to the floor. I ignored him again, bending over to grab my car key. "Get over here and get into the car, Jayce! Don't fucking dare me!" he yelled, not minding that he was about to make a scene in a public place. "I'm not ready for this shit," I grumbled, picked up my key, and raised my head to stare at him. When our gazes locked, there was annoyance and something close to anger in his eyes. I moved my gaze away from his, grumbling a cuss
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