MasukHot jocks with winning on their minds meet the women who bring them to their knees and teach them love is the only goal worth fighting for.
Lihat lebih banyakAuthor Tina Nwuba:
So guys, welcome to the continuation of “Heart of a Betrayed Wife”. (≧▽≦). Most of the dramas in this book are going to take place in the main city of the story. ‘Blenka city’. I'm going to try my best to make this story worth your time. So, stick around to the end! Katherine's pov, Everything was a shock to me. I still see everything while awake. And even in my sleep, I haven't stopped dreaming about it. It happened a year ago, but it felt like it was yesterday. I had uploaded the evidence of the evil deeds Valentina had committed. Of how she killed my mother, and the other hideous crimes she had committed. But, who would have thought that after deciding to go to the cell to humiliate her, I was going to find out that she had killed herself. That was such a headache for me, because I honestly didn't expect or believe that she was capable of doing such a thing to herself. I got out of bed and let out a long yawn as I made my way to the balcony of my penthouse. As I stared outside the building, I ran my fingers through my hair, before I ruffled my hair. “Shit, shit, shit!”. I groaned and didn't let go of my hair. This time, it was not because of Valentina, as I figured it was time for me to let go of her and the pain she had caused me. I dipped my hand inside my pajamas pocket and took out the pregnancy test stick. The more I stared at the two red lines, the more my head twisted as I tried to remember what happened to me a month ago when I went for a business trip. But no matter how much I tried to remember, I didn't know how it happened. All I remembered was that, after waking up in the morning, I found myself lying on the bed, and there was a little blood stain on the bed. I can remember how horrified I felt, and how my heart pounded in fear as I imagined the worst. I feared that I had been raped by someone. But, I had not noticed any signs of struggling in my body. And especially my neck was covered with hickeys. I frowned. “Who is responsible for this?”. I muttered, and the thought of aborting the child lingered inside my head. Though I felt weak about it, because I wasn't able to imagine myself going to the hospital and getting an abortion. I sighed deeply as I was lost thinking and had lost the appetite to eat even the simplest breakfast I could think of. But just then, my cell phone rang and stole my attention. It was sitting there on the table, so I went ahead and picked it up. I answered the call. “Boss Katherine, there's a problem!”. The panicked voice of my assistant came through, causing me to move the cell phone a little further away from my ear, because I felt my ear was going to bleed if I left the cell phone any closer. Massaging my temples, I asked her, “What happened?”. I sounded uninterested, as I had woken up on the bad side of bed. I could not sleep well last night, and only fell asleep in the middle of thinking about how my future was going to be if I had the child. I knew humans. They had unpredictable hearts and could be monsters. So, they were certainly going to gossip about the baby's dad. And such a life was not what I had planned for my future baby, if I were going to have any. “Our special lipstick combo packages which were supposed to be launched today have been launched!”. She exclaimed, but her words made the frown on my face deepen, since I didn't understand why she was panicking. “And so?”. I asked her, while fighting the urge not to hang up the call on her. Honestly, I wasn't in the mood to be bothered by anyone, and would pretty much appreciate staying at home. “I- what I mean to say is that the product was launched, but it wasn't by our company! Another company did it. They stole our designs!”. She yelled, causing my eyes to widen. “What?”. I said, and instantly, the anger of having my product plagiarized... The same product I had spent so much effort and time on, made the blood in my veins boil. “I'm on my way”. I added and hung the call, without letting her say more. I didn't even bother to ask her what company did such a shameless thing. I walked to the bed and tossed my cell phone there, before I went into the bathroom. “You are in big trouble for messing with me at a time like this, whoever you are. You are going to regret this”. I said with darkened eyes.I hid in Italy for three weeks. Greg came with me and kicked my ass on the court. He actually made a great practice partner. I was back to clean eating and drinking only water. It surprised me when Greg brought a bottle of wine to my room one night. “What’s this for?” I asked when he gave me one of his golly-gee smiles. Greg was cute. And, married to a lovely woman who worshipped him. “I’ve been your coach for three months now and I have no idea what makes you tick. It’s time for a come to daddy talk. Or in your case, come to coach. I figured the alcohol might make it easier.” “You’ll need more than one bottle,” I told him. He came back to my room ten minutes later with two more bottles in his hands. “Does your wife know you’re getting drunk with a slutty tennis star tonight?” I smiled to take the sting out of calling myself a slut. “She suggested it. We’ve had many long conversations about you.” “How romantic.” He poured our first glasses and tilted the edge of his glass against
I never returned to the hospital, which was entirely unfair of me. My anger at my father carried over to Brack. I was horrible. The man I loved hadn’t fully recovered and I left him at the hospital alone. Okay, he had his parents and his team. But, bottom line—I was horrible and a coward. I ignored the calls from Brack and my father. Again… coward.I needed complete control of my life. It took me two weeks to come up with a plan. During those two weeks, I hired a new coach and trained until I could barely walk. I trained with a purpose. I’d had my own money. Not just from tennis but from my mother. I’d never used it. That was the way I punished her and myself. Now, for the first time, I paid for my own coach.I liked him. I could actually smile over the fact that my father paid for Jerry all those years while the two of them hated each other. Greg, my new coach, kicked my ass. I had no idea if I had a chance this season. But, winning the Grand Slam was in my peripheral vision and not
Two days later, the doctors discontinued the medication that kept Brack in a coma. My father showed up the morning after surgery and made me go home, shower, and change clothes. Brack’s parents were staying in shifts. His mom promised she wouldn’t leave his side until I returned. I hadn’t really spoken to them. We stayed relatively quiet in Brack’s room. I whispered encouragement and told him I was there. They gave us privacy, too. That’s when I told him I loved him. Again and again, I whispered the words.My father and Senator Jacobs were cordial. Brack’s mother treated my dad like a family friend. Apparently she’d been friends with my mom. I tried not to think about the ramifications of our two families tied together through me and Brack. It was too much to take right now.Brack still had the ventilator. The doctor reviewed best and worst case scenarios with us. I refused to listen to brain damage, paralysis, learning to walk and talk again, and so on. My focus was full recovery. I
Four hours later, I was passed out against Mack’s shoulder when his cell rang. My brain registered the noise and I was pulled quickly from sleep.“Yeah,” he answered quietly. He listened for several minutes before responding. “I have her here with me. We’ll be there in a minute.” He slid his phone back in his pocket and looked at me. “He’s in recovery. It was touch and go, but he pulled through. They have him in a sedated coma. He has a stent in his skull to relieve swelling. The doctor told his parents he came to before surgery and demanded to see you. His mom wants you up there if you think you can handle it.”I was up and walking out of the emergency room before he finished, my heart pounding a hundred miles an hour. “What floor? I’m not waiting for you to waddle behind me.”Snickers came from several of the guys. “I’ve got her,” Molly said.“Second floor.”The elevator took so long I almost turned to the stairs. I’d do anything to get to him. Brack asked for me and I had to see hi
My introduction to Ray’s fighting techniques wasn’t at all like working with Herman’s. Ray used his size to push me around and had no problem pummeling me. He took his teaching skills seriously. Ray was slower than Brack and Herman, but I still had trouble staying off the mats.“You need to stop him
Brack’s presence shook me up. I had no doubt he did it on purpose. Unfortunately, he also activated my libido. The man was a sex rocket to an orgasm and I wanted a hot ride. Just the brief glance and my panties grew wet.I took a cold shower at the club while my bodyguards waited outside the women’s
With Brack’s new glasses, I was back to not seeing his eyes again. I’m not sure why he wanted them covered all the time. I wondered if children teased him when he was young. Kids could be awful. I’m sure they didn’t appreciate the beauty and only noticed his eyes were different.I kicked his ass in r
Brack’s mouth stayed glued to mine as he lowered my legs to the floor. He pushed my shorts to my ankles and I kicked them over my shoes to the floor. The only thing he took the time to do properly was lay my holstered gun down gently. His pants made it to his hips before he hoisted me back up and I


















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