Se connecterIsaiah
The call had come from Police chief Morrison. When I didn't pick the call, he had sent a text.
Sorry to interrupt your wedding, Mr King, but Thomas Carmichael escaped during prison transfer this morning. We're yet to find him, so I thought I would give you a heads-up.”
I read the message three times, feeling cold rage settle in my chest.
What on earth was wrong with the p
ZellaThe sunset painted the sky in several shades.I stood at the railing of the yacht, my dress fluttering around my legs. The wind tangled in my curls, and I closed my eyes, breathing in the moment.Peace.After everything we had survived, after all the chaos and violence and near-death experiences, we had finally found peace."Beautiful, isn't it?"Isaiah's voice came from behind me. His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me back against his chest. His chin rested on my shoulder, and we stood there together, watching the sun set."It's perfect," I murmured. "All of it."Behind us, in the bassinet we had brought on deck, Dawn slept soundly, her tiny chest rising and falling with each breath. She was three months old now, her grey mischievous eyes twinkling whenever she was awake.She loo
IsaiahThree months later“And now, the president of the Zella Foundation. A woman who shares the pain of millions of women around the world and has created this foundation to be a special place for them. I present to you, ladies and gentlemen, Mrs Zella King!”The hall was teeming with people. I stood backstage with our three-month-old daughter, Dawn cradled against my chest in her carrier, and watched my wife take the stage.Zella looked radiant. She had on a chocolate brown dress that reminded me of her eyes. I had picked it out for her to wear, specifically because of that. Her hair was pulled back, and when she stepped up to the microphone, there wasn't a trace of the frightened girl I had married a little over a year ago."Good evening," She began, her voice ringing clearly across the hall. "My name is Zella King, and I'm a survivor of sexual abuse."
IsaiahI woke to the sound of a low, guttural moan that had me instantly alert. My hands reached for my wife in the darkness, wondering if she was touching herself. The pregnancy made her incredibly ravenous.“Princess?”She gave another moan, and that did not sound like she was in pleasure."Zella?" My voice was rough with sleep. I sat up quickly and turned on the lights."What's wrong?""I think…" She sucked in a sharp breath, her hand clutching her swollen belly. "I think it's time."My heart stopped. Then, it started again, way too fast."Time?”"The baby's coming." She gave another moan, her face contorted in pain. "Isaiah, she's coming now."I was out of bed before my brain fully processed her words, fumbling for the lights, my phone, t
ZellaI had fallen asleep during the flight, exhausted from the wedding. When I woke up, we were landing somewhere on a snowy mountain."Where are we?" I asked groggily."The Swiss Alps. I have a cabin here." Isaiah helped me with my seatbelt. "It's completely secluded. No neighbors for miles. Just us so you can moan as loudly as you want when I fuck you."I blushed, following him off the plane.The cabin was beautiful and cozy. It was warm and luxurious, with a massive stone fireplace, plush furniture, and a bedroom with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the valley."Isaiah, this is incredible," I breathed, turning in a slow circle to take it all in."I wanted somewhere we could be completely alone." He came up behind me, his hands settling on my hips and his lips brushing my neck. "No interruptions. No threats. Just you a
IsaiahThe call had come from Police chief Morrison. When I didn't pick the call, he had sent a text.Sorry to interrupt your wedding, Mr King, but Thomas Carmichael escaped during prison transfer this morning. We're yet to find him, so I thought I would give you a heads-up.”I read the message three times, feeling cold rage settle in my chest.What on earth was wrong with the police?! How could Thomas escape?No, nothing would ruin my wedding. Nothing. I would not be starting a new phase with Zella with her father's dark presence, soiling things for us.I immediately pulled Nico and Marcus aside, informing them.Zella. He would try to come after Zella. Or Sasha. Or Oliver, though thankfully Oliver was already in Paris and unreachable.I looked back through the doorway
ZellaThe morning of my wedding day began perfectly. I woke to find Isaiah's side of the bed empty.We had decided to spend the night before apart, for a moment, I just lay there, one hand on my growing belly, feeling our daughter move.Today. We were getting married today."Good morning, Mrs. King-to-be!"Sasha burst through the door carrying a tray with breakfast.. Sophia followed close behind with a garment bag that I knew contained my wedding dress."How are you feeling?" Sophia asked, setting the dress on the chair."Nervous," I admitted. "Happy. Terrified. Excited. All of it at once.""That's exactly how you're supposed to feel. The article I read yesterday says,” Sasha set the tray on my lap and sat on the edge of the bed. "Eat. You need your strength. We have four hours to turn you in
Zella“Name and access card,” the bouncer bellowed, glaring at me. His eyes roamed down my outfit, and he scoffed. “Rich folks and always trying to hide,”I blushed but held my chin up, flashing the access card
Zella“You have some nerve showing up before me,” I spat, shooting up from my chair so fast it scraped against the floor.. “What the hell are you doing here?”The pompous bastard strutted towards the chair befor
Zella“I can’t believe this right now.”I was outside Diana's workshop along with several hundreds of people, watching thick black smoke fill the sky. Firefighters were still putting out the fire while I just watched
Zella“This is what I’m talking about,” Rafael said, his voice echoing in the grand museum. There were barely any people around, and he kept pointing to weird artworks that made my assistant laugh uncontrollably. “That looks like a tiny c







